Daisy wolfed down her food in a few bites. "Mmm, delicious! The Kree nutritional meals have been torturing me to death! Give me another piece!"
The two held each other and did nothing—at least, not for the moment. Daisy spent most of the time listening as Wanda told her everything that had happened over the past half month, one event after another.
First came the matter of their enemies. Wanda considered H.A.M.M.E.R. an enemy, so she had paid extra attention to it.
"Guess what happened to that old man Norman Osborn?" Wanda snuggled against her as she spoke, then paused halfway through and raised her head slightly, waiting for a response.
Norman Osborn was only forty-five. At most, he was middle-aged. What old man? Your Magneto was the old man! Daisy could not help complaining internally, but she still played along with Wanda. "What happened?"
Wanda's eyes lit up, clearly delighted. "A lot of people said he went crazy. He disbanded that H.A.M.M.E.R. thing and hid out in the countryside to recover."
That was interesting. Daisy was always happy to see others suffer misfortune, and she burst into hearty laughter, urging her on. "And then?"
Then came the natural part: utter misfortune. The United States government and the Pentagon did not care how much stimulation he had suffered. They only felt that they had been played. Norman Osborn could run, but his son Harry Osborn could not. Every accusation was dumped on him. Harry had been incredibly busy lately, but he knew nothing about politics and treated it as a business problem, using business methods to solve it. The result was like treating a headache by treating the head and foot pain by treating the feet. In half a month, the Osborn Group's market value had evaporated by seventy percent.