This is just a random little bit of writing that I made after watching The Amazing Spider-Man 2 for the billionth time. Adds onto some scenes and/or adds some internal thought. There is probably going to be some one-sided Parksborn. (Yes I'm sure someone might disagree about what Harry thinks, says, does, etc. so I'll just say that this is my interpretation of it.) Please enjoy and review!


"I HATE you! Just die already," I yell about ready to burst.

"Harry, that is no way to speak to your-," my dad starts to say.

"Oh no you don't," I interrupt him with a bit of a laugh. He looks so pathetic on his deathbed now. And to think this was the man that always 'put me in my place.' He used to scare the living shit out of me, but now he's a joke.

"After what you did to me you don't get to call yourself my father."

"And after everything I've done for you. Ungrateful just like your mother," he spits.

I can see the sickness consuming him. His skin is greener than a lime and his eyes are even starting to cloud. Any day now he'll end. My fists start to ball up.

"I'd absolutely love to stay here and pointlessly argue with you, but I have better things to do."

I stand up from the chair adjacent to his bed and begin to walk towards the door. No need to make a scene I think to myself.

"Of course, go cry to Peter just like you did seven years ago. It won't help," he says. He's probably sneering right now behind my back.

"Actually it was eight years ago," I correct before I leave the room.

I heave a heavy sigh as I walk down the hallway back to the limo. I open my balled up fist to reveal a strange black and cubic device. It fits perfectly in the middle of my palm. What could it be? I think to myself as I enter the jet black limo.

"He's about to die and he gives me this stupid thing," I mumble to myself.

I'm tempted to throw it out the window, but curiosity gets the best of me so I keep it.


Out of the blue Peter shows up, and somehow managed to get taller than me. Unfortunately I had to cut our visit short since I was in the middle of a meeting.

He was about to leave, but something inside me told me not to let him go. And of all the things I've could have said I mention his uni-brow. It did get him to stay a bit longer, though.

Pete even walked up the stairs and hugged me. For years I've missed the feeling of a warm embrace.

He's all I can think about during this pointless meeting. Him and my disease, my curse.