"No, no, no... stay away from me!"
Harry came to his senses, unable to believe any of it. His father was the supervillain who had nearly killed him with a bomb, and his best friend was Spider-Man.
And for the past two years, he had believed Spider-Man had killed his father. This barrage of revelations was simply more than he could take.
Suddenly, Harry clutched his head with both hands and cried out in pain.
"Are you okay, Harry?"
Peter immediately ran over to support Harry, asking with concern written all over his face.
Suddenly, Harry punched Peter in the cheek. Even with his Spider-Sense, Peter failed to dodge it.
But the difference in their physiques was far too great now. To Peter, Harry's punch barely tickled.
Harry stared at Peter with a vicious gleam in his eyes and snarled, "Peter... we meet again."
But a moment later, Harry's expression turned panicked again. "Father? Aren't you dead?"
"I've always lived in your heart, Harry. Spider-Man killed me. Avenge me."
"No, no, you died on your own glider. Peter had nothing to do with it."
After being punched, Peter held Harry tightly to keep him from getting hurt.
Harry was the only one speaking, as though he were performing both parts of a double act. Yang Bo sighed, took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled deeply. "Looks like all that was too much for him. He's having an episode..."
Hearing Yang Bo mutter to himself, Peter hurriedly asked, "An episode? Mr. Yang Bo, are you saying Harry is sick?"
Yang Bo stood up and took the vibranium frying pan out of his backpack. He hadn't used it in a while and felt a little out of practice as he walked toward Harry with it.
"Schizophrenia is an illness, too.