Peter and I were inside my Martian ship, right next to Harry's room.
My hacker companion had already breached the security systems of his house, which would allow us to enter without difficulty. My Haki and divine eyes had already informed me that Harry was currently alone, making this the perfect time to speak with him.
Looking at Peter, he took a deep breath, and once I received his affirmative signal, I sent a mental command to my ship.
A hatch with a small tip emerged in the air—at least from the outside—and it moved toward Harry's room wall.
I walked in front, and as I stood before his room, my hand glowed with a cyan-blue hue as I touched the wall.
Soon, the wall and window transformed into doors, opening easily to allow Peter and me to enter.
I didn't try to hide our movement, so the young man in the corner of the room, seemingly lost in thought, noticed us and stood up in alarm, grabbing a nearby pistol.
'Who are you? What are you doing he—'
He cut himself off when he saw the second person behind me.
'Spider-Man… or should I say Peter? And who's this one?' he said sarcastically, speaking to both me and Peter.
I didn't mind his tone. Instead of replying immediately, I gently touched the wall beside me and, with my wand in my right hand, made a simple motion, releasing a wave of magical energy.
Several silencing and isolation seals were cast, while a magic barrier ensured no one could see what was happening inside.
As for my ship, I had already closed the bridge and hatch, making it invisible in the air.
Seeing my actions, Harry immediately went on high alert, aiming the gun at both of us.
'Expelliarmus.'
With a simple gesture, his weapon flew into the air, and I summoned it to my hand using the Force.
The display startled him completely, but before he could speak, I did.
'Relax, Harry. We came to talk,' I said, using a touch of tunist voice combined with the Force's persuasive suggestion to calm him down.
'Ah, Adrian. As expected, the other great vigilante is you,' he muttered, exhaling and sitting in his chair.
'So why are you here? To threaten me? Negotiate something?'
I didn't reply. It was Peter who spoke, stepping forward and trying to make him remember our shared memories.
But Harry was clearly shaken. So, much like a "carrot and stick" strategy, I stepped in.
My right hand moved, pressing him firmly into the chair using the Force while my mind control ability joined in.
'Honestly, Harry, if we wanted to, I could eliminate you right now. Or simply erase your memory of this entire event.'
My voice came out cold, as if erasing someone's memory—or their life—were no different than buying a loaf of bread.
The threat frightened him, but Peter remained calm, already aware of the strategies we might use in this conversation with our friend.
After the subtle threat, I eased my aura and used the Force and tunist voice—not to control his mind, but to stabilize his emotions and make him more open to dialogue.
'However, I don't think that will be necessary. As Peter said, we grew up together. We know each other. I'd prefer to remain your friend.
As for why we kept secrets… well, we won't go into the how and why, but everyone has secrets. After all, Peter and I don't know your company's business research or your family secrets either.'
My words struck at the heart of his unspoken accusations, opening the door for me to press further.
'Besides, is that really what matters most right now? You saw your father turn into a green monster, with his personality, mood, and actions altered.
Even if it was done to cure his illness, I don't believe it was the right approach.'
I paused. A few moments later, he asked,
'And how can I help…?'
Hearing the question, I took off my mask and smiled in a friendly, businesslike manner.
My smile made Peter look at me with admiration—and perhaps a bit of affection.
As for the young Osborn in front of us, he seemed to feel a chill down his spine.
'My solution is simple. In two days, Peter will lure your father to a specific location. There, I'll seal and suppress his body.
With him restrained, you'll need to take command of the company—specifically the genetic labs.
Together with the current scientists, Peter, and my modest help—my AI and the occasional arthropod—we can develop a more effective formula. One that removes your father's condition while still helping him recover, or at least reduces the aggressiveness of his pathology.'
Of course, another option would be to use my Djinn equipment to cure him like a regular human illness. The ring alone is more than enough to heal him. But that's not my first plan.
'And I do have a condition.'
Harry, who was already considering the feasibility of it, stopped and waited for me to continue.
'My condition is simple: I want Osborn Corporation to continue investing in genetic and medical research.
Create serums not only for specific healing effects but also ones that can replicate—or even improve—the effects of the Captain America serum.
But the ultimate goal must be to make this accessible to all of humanity, not just the wealthy and powerful.'
'In exchange, I'll offer my assistance in the research—including data from another formula we obtained (our marvelous AI retrieved the Centipede Serum data from S.H.I.E.L.D.).
And of course, help with your father. In fact, I promise I can cure his illness—once he is no longer in his "Green Goblin" state.'
My words made his eyes light up, though he remained composed.
'Can you guarantee you won't hurt him?'
'No more than necessary,' I said with a calm smile.
He took a deep breath and accepted my proposal but still asked one last question.
'Why are you making this request?'
'To improve humanity as a whole. I believe technology—especially genetic advancements—is the most promising and accessible path.
As for my personal interest… let's call it prophylactic.'
I answered without offering further explanation.
Even though I haven't seen many alien civilizations myself, I've spoken to Thor and the System.
Asgard is undoubtedly one of the most powerful civilizations in the universe, relying on racial, magical, and technological superiority.
Yet, many others surpass Earth in capability.
Thor said that most humans are weak and average by cosmic standards. Of course, this excludes special individuals like sorcerers, mutants, and powered beings (not including gods, who are another species entirely).
Such select individuals might fare well against future threats—but the majority of humanity could become nothing more than pawns in someone else's war.
The easiest path forward, beyond Stark-like tech or S.H.I.E.L.D. breakthroughs, is through genetics.
Of course, I don't plan to create countless superpowered people—it's difficult and chaotic, especially with mutant variability.
And even if the serum works, few will have access.
Still, it could be the foundation to uplift humanity's general survivability—even if I personally don't need it.
This entire strategy is aimed at helping humanity reach a greater, more visible scale across the universe.
Obviously, I don't intend to do it all myself. In fact, I plan to leave it to others: companies, institutions—Stark and Osborn Corp, S.H.I.E.L.D., and even others like the former Pym Technologies or a new rising player in space-tech research: Richards Industries, led by a brilliant scientist named Reed Richards.
'So, how do we begin?'
Harry's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and we began organizing the next steps...
...
Two days later, at night.
Over the past two days, I contacted Stark and learned he was in a small U.S. town.
He asked me not to interfere for now—he wanted to handle things himself.
I respected that and didn't act, though I had my AI gather some data.
It showed me files involving his alleged enemies—the terrorist known as the Mandarin and possibly the scientist Killian.
I was especially intrigued by the experiment called Extremis.
Through my highly advanced Kryptonian AI's decryption...
I found two concerning signals.
One resembled A.I.M., the group that previously tried to hack Stark Industries.
The other was the symbol of the Red Skull.
Seeing both made me uneasy, but I chose not to act just yet—and trusted the hero to handle it.
These two days, I focused on training—especially the Fourth Hokage's seal, various runes, and witchcraft enchantments.
Now, I was hiding in a tree.
Unseen, I had placed countless symbols throughout the area, especially concentrated in the center.
I sat silently, waiting for his arrival—ready to activate traps and seals.
'Now, it's no longer up to me. It all depends on Spider-Man" I murmured, closing my eyes and focusing on the mixed formation I had prepared.