In business, price is everything.
After a round of negotiations with Nick Fury, Harry and Fury finalized a deal—ten units at ten million each. The price of ten million apiece made Fury more than satisfied. It was the cost of a single Raptor fighter jet, still far cheaper than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own Quinjet aircraft.
However, Harry wasn't about to let Fury take advantage of him. The contract clearly stated that he was only selling the flying skateboard itself. Ammunition, explosive darts, and special modifications were not included. Moreover, the models Harry was providing to S.H.I.E.L.D. were simplified versions of his original design—he would never hand over his true version.
"Let's get one thing straight," Harry said flatly. "You'd better not try to take one apart. If you do, and something happens—don't blame me."
Hearing this, Fury frowned slightly, but soon composed himself. He was already aware that internal problems were festering within S.H.I.E.L.D.—and this might be a perfect opportunity to expose them.
"No problem," Fury said at last, his face calm. Harry shot him a knowing glance.
Once the contract was signed, Fury arranged to have Harry driven to the next site, but Harry had no patience for a long road trip across the country.
"Time to stretch my abilities a little," he said to himself.
Stepping onto his flyboard, he didn't bother wearing a mask this time. Instead, with a thought, he activated the invisibility field—blue light shimmered around him, wrapping his body in a transparent energy layer. Then, with a gentle push, he shot up into the sky.
...
"Ha!"
Boom!
"So strong!" Harry said to himself, shirtless and drenched in sweat, as he looked at the deep crater and spiderweb-like cracks on the training ground floor.
"But the strain from this power isn't small," he muttered, shaking out his aching arms and squeezing his sore muscles.
Name: Harry Osborn
Age: 21
Physical Condition: Healthy (muscle strain)
Abilities:
Physical Enhancement (40)
Spider-Sense (50)
Electrostatic Adhesion (30)
Invisibility Field (40)
Infinite Rage Power (80)
Electrical Control (40)
Equipment: Simple Armor Suit (20), New Flyboard (20)
Remaining Points: 45
Yes—Harry had obtained the Hulk's legendary Infinite Rage Power.
When his physical enhancement stat reached 40 points, the system had notified him that he could not yet access the ability. But after injecting a diluted version of Hulk serum, once his enhancement reached that threshold, the power became available. The system had warned him to "try to control it," but even partial access to the Hulk's anger-fueled strength was a terrifying leap forward. Perhaps the dilution had softened its side effects.
"My strength keeps growing," said a familiar voice.
Felicia walked over, a towel and water bottle in hand, eyeing the crater in the floor. Today, she wasn't in training gear but a deep red dress that hugged her curves.
Harry smiled, taking what she offered. That punch hadn't even used his full power—only a bit of the Infinite Rage. His muscles had strained under the force, but it wasn't serious. With his enhanced healing factor from the spider-genes, the soreness would fade by afternoon.
"Yeah, but my control's still awful," Harry admitted with a wry grin.
And it was true—the sheer jump in strength had thrown off his balance. His fine control had actually worsened since gaining this new ability.
Felicia crossed her arms, smirking knowingly, as if to say, Figures.
Harry wiped the sweat from his chest, stepped closer, and slid an arm around her waist.
"We got interrupted last time," he murmured, leaning in close. "Let's pick up where we left off."
He pressed his face to her neck, his tongue tracing the edge of her ear. Felicia shuddered violently, her strength leaving her in an instant.
"No—no, I'm here on business, Harry," she whispered, trembling.
"There's nothing wrong with a little fun before business," Harry teased, licking lightly again. Felicia went weak in his arms.
The training room was filled with heavy breathing and soft moans.
...
Later, in Harry's office, Dr. Carl sat across from him in his white lab coat.
"So, you really made this deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.?" the doctor asked, brows knitted tightly.
"That's right," Harry said casually, waving a hand.
"Harry! Do you have any idea what kind of organization S.H.I.E.L.D. is? You're getting into deep water here!" Dr. Carl said anxiously.
"It's fine, Doctor. I know what you're worried about, but trust me—I know S.H.I.E.L.D. better than you think," Harry replied with a calm smile.
"Yes, Doctor," came Felicia's voice as she entered, knocking lightly. "You should trust Harry. If he says it's fine, it's fine."
"All done, Felicia?" Harry asked, glancing over.
"Of course," she said proudly, handing him a receipt before settling gracefully onto the sofa. With her presence, the once-empty office suddenly felt less barren.
"Although the order's huge this time, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret influence made things smooth. I didn't even need to come up with excuses," Felicia said, sounding almost bored.
Harry chuckled softly. "Good. With the materials ready, Doctor, I'll leave the new flyboard work to you."
"Oh, alright," Dr. Carl said with a weary sigh before standing up to leave.
Once the door closed, Felicia walked over to Harry's desk.
"What is it, Felicia? Something else?" he asked.
"It's General Ross," she said. "He failed to capture Bruce Banner last time, but he's found him again. He's asked for your help. Are you going?"
Harry's grin widened. "Of course. I need to test out this new power, don't I?"
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