A/N: I ... can not unseen the Parksborn feels in the movie. I mean they're so adorkable hshshshs and I feel the need to write one about them. And since english is not my main language so pardon for the mistakes!

Disclaimer: Spiderman (c) Marvel (c) Stan Lee. The Amazing Spiderman (c) Marc Webb.

He remembers it used to be so big. Harry's back I mean. He remembers one time when he was stuck on a tree and he was too scared to come down, until Harry convinced him to. "Don't worry, Pete!" he shouted, "I'll catch you! I promise!"

Peter didn't believe in Harry at first. How could Harry catch him when he is so small - probably on the same size or maybe even thinner than him. But he just couldn't stand the look of horror in his Aunt's eyes and he didn't plan to be stuck on a tree for the rest of his life and so without warning, he jumped. Peter still remembers the agony in Aunt May's scream.

Luckily and thankfully Harry catched him like he promised to. Harry held him really tight. He trembled, maybe because of the sudden stun he pulled. And there he felt it; Harry's back. It was so big, so warm, so ... protective. Peter really liked it, being wrapped in Harry's arms. Made him feel secured. Made him feel safe.

He didn't remember it being so ... weak, so fragile that it could fall in any seconds.

But that's what Harry Osborn now, his childhood friend whom he never saw or heard for eight years until he popped up one day out of nowhere on the news. Of course he was still the same cocky-young master he knew years ago. He still got his beautiful blue eyes, he still got that smooth golden hair of his, he still got that pinky little nose. But something ... something in the inside had change. He looked tired. He looked like mess. He looked ... God, he was terrible!

"I need to see you, Pete. I'm dying ..."

He was shocked when he heard that. Osborn curse? Really? Is this some kind of sci-fi movie? But then again he got his power from being bitten by some weird genetically modified spiders so he shouldn't be that surprised.

"It might kill you, Harry."

"I am already dying! How was that make any difference?!"

He was lost. He lost hope. He was miserable. The Harry he knew was full of laughter and happiness and optimistic but now he was only such a sad pessimictic dying young man who was waiting for his time to arrive. Peter really want to help him! He really do! But he just don't know how! He-

fuck. Fuck his curse. Fuck his bloody power. Fuck this world. Harry saved his life, once. Why can't he return the favor?

"Please, please, please Pete!"

" ... I'll see what I can do, Harry. Now calm down,"

He had no idea what to do. But for now, he can only hug the smaller man and hoping that his worries go away.

-fin