I know I should be working on my other fics but...TASM2 happened, then Peter and Harry happened, then PARKSBORN happened and BAM, I had to. This fic's AU, in which Harry is the new CEO of his father's company after his death, and Peter is a non-superhero human being/intern at Oscorp.

Harry looked down, taking in the stretch of buildings and lights that were New York. He wondered what it would be like to jump. To feel the rush of air pushing against him, lashing into his skin, cold and unforgiving. Harry placed a hand against the glass wall, running his fingertips across it.

He grimaced at the streak of fingerprint it left.

This time, Harry looked up, gazing at the night sky. There were no stars. No one could see stars in New York City. All the billboards, so brightly lit and obnoxious, made sure of that, and Harry wished that for one night, the city would go pitch black.

He turned around when he heard a soft knock. It was his secretary, looking both nervous and uncertain. He recognized that look immediately.

"Go ahead. I just have a few more things to look at," he began softly, turning back to the window. He could hear the clicking of her heels as she made her way to the elevator. He let out a long sigh and continued to stare at the cityscape.

He never imagined he'd have to become responsible for a huge empire his father had built. He knew his father had dedicated his entire life into creating what was now Oscorps, but he felt no sense of attachment to the name. As far as he could see it, his father had abandoned him for success, and the company was simply a proof that some things mattered more to his father than his own son.

One thing Harry was glad of was the fact that he had his father's genes and the intelligence that came with it. He was an Osborn, which meant that he had to be perfectly capable of anything. People had doubts about him. Of course they did. He wasn't even 20 yet. So young and seemingly so oblivious to the rest of the world. Lawyers were after him as soon as he set foot in the building, but he put up an impressive fight. He'd rather protect the company and keep it under his name rather than let the Pirahnas come and take it from his bleeding hands.

Harry quickly glanced at his desk. He had lied to his secretary. He didn't have anything he had to do. He simply didn't want to go home. What was the point of going to that old, ridiculously spacious manor if he was going to be alone anyway? The place held too many memories, most that were far from pleasant. So he decided to stay. Perhaps take a look around the lab. Maybe take a look around to see how many people were about to burn the midnight oil.

He strolled out of his office and got into the elevator. A moment later, he was on one of the many lab floors of the company. It was quiet, minus the sound of machines whirring and hissing constantly. Harry continued with his walk, taking in the neatly arranged machines, high-tech computers and stacks of files placed alongside the pristine white walls of the building.

Then Harry heard a busy shuffling of feet from only a short distance away. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he made his way towards the source of the sound. And there he was. A young man, probably someone around his age, was dancing like no other, with earphones on and oblivious to the young CEO's presence. He was tall, quite lanky, with messy brown hair. Harry could only catch a glimpse of the man's features, as the man was dancing with his eyes closed. But he did see a strangely large nose that somehow worked for him.

Harry continued to stare, almost impressed. The other man was clearly lost in the music, bobbing his head, his feets busy against the clean foor, his long arms moving quickly in the air. Harry contemplated walking away to save them both the embarrassment, but instead found himself glued to the ground, mesmerized by the ridiculous moves.

The man twirled, and just in that moment opened his eyes. Their eyes met, and in that very instance, the man fell back in surprise, crashing straight into a desk, toppling over it and knocking down a monitor in the process. Harry watched the entire process in silence, unmoving and his expression unchanging.

"Ow! Holy crap! Ow ow ow!" The mystery man yelped from behind the desk. Harry found himself biting back a laughter despite the severity of the situation. The man could've broken his arm or a leg for all he knew, but it was just so entertaining. Harry cleared throat, doing his best to put on a neutral face, and headed over to the wreckage.

Harry finally got a good look at the other and decided he had to be an intern. No one that looked that young could be an actual employee at his company. And a small white badge that read "Peter Parker" with "intern" underneath was a solid proof enough.

"I, uh, I didn't know anyone else was here," the intern stuttered, looking thoroughly flustered.

"Perhaps you want to get off the floor?" Harry suggested, which had the other immediately pulling himself upright. The intern was tall. A few good inches taller than himself.

"You an intern too?" the intern asked sheepishly. "You look kinda familiar," he continued, moving his limbs slowly as if to check for any broken bones.

"Uh, yeah, but at another floor," Harry replied after a moment's hesitation. He couldn't believe that anyone in the building didn't recognize his face, but he decided to play along anyway. There was just something about the other man's eyes that told him that he really had no idea who he was talking to.

"Oh cool, uh, Peter, I started today." The intern offered a hand, still looking dazed and embarrassed by what had just happened.

"Harry."

"Yeah, if we can just keep this between us-" Peter continued but stopped when he turned and looked at the monitor now in ruins on the cold floor. Harry could see the blood drain from the other's face.

"Oh shit, holy shit, oh shit!" he began, hands to his hair. "I'm so screwed..." he whined, a hand now over his mouth. "I bet this thing costs like a million dollars..."

I doubt it, Harry thought internally.

"Why...oh man...they're going to kill me..." the poor intern whispered.

"Who?" Harry asked, eventhough he was fairly sure what the answer was going to be.

"Have you seen the guards here?"

"I don't think they're here to murder people."

"I know! But...I'm so fired. I can't believe this is happening...oh god, I can't pay for this..."

"Since I'm the one who scared you in the first place, I think it's only fair that I take the blame."

"No way! Nuh uh. I'll just tell them first thing tomorrow and hope that they don't kill me..."

"No, I insist."

"Just...can you not tell anyone I broke this dancing?" Peter continued, still looking nothing short of utterly mortified.

And in that moment, Harry couldn't help but burst into laughter. And when it did start, he couldn't stop. He found himself just laughing and laughing, not exactly out loud, but more as a low chuckle that had his entire body shaking. He could catch a glimpse of the intern watching him in confusion, his brows furrowed almost comically. Harry tried to stop, he really did, but it was as if his body was trying to catch up with all the past months spent without a single smile. He was heaving now, barely able to keep his body straight.

"...Are you OK?" Peter asked uncertainly, looking as if he's ready to flee. Harry was sure that Peter thought he was insane.

"Yeah," Harry wheezed out between chortles. "Yeah, wow, sorry, it just...this reminded me of something else," he continued, finally calming down. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to laugh."

"So...can you keep this a secret between us? And uh nice to meet you, Harry, but I guess I won't be seeing much of you anymore. Oh man, I'm so screwed. Are they going to make me pay for this? I bet they're going to. I'm so screwed. I can't pay for this," the intern ranted in defeat.

"Look, why don't you let me take care of it?"

Peter stared at the other man as if he'd grown another head.

"You want to pay for this?"

"No, I have my ways. Why don't you go home and I'll see you tomorrow."

"You sure? I mean, you'd be totally saving my ass but...what about you, man?"

"Don't worry about it. Come on, go home."

"Thanks, Harry, uh, I didn't get your last name."

Harry opened his mouth but stopped himself before he blurted out his real name. He knew it wouldn't be fair to lie. Especially when the intern was putting a strange amount of trust in him, but at the same time, he simply didn't want to ruin this moment. He was finally talking to someone who didn't recognize him as Harry Osborn, the heir, the new CEO, the rich kid who had everything handed to him and is never going to be as good as his old man. Peter was treating him like an equal, with none of that kissing ass bullshit.

"Harry Wilson," the young CEO asked after a moment's hesitation. The last name was common enough for him to not get caught, right?

"Well, it was nice to meet you Harry Wilson, I'm Peter Parker. And uh, thanks man, wait here, let me give you my number in case shit doesn't turn out too well. I mean, I'm willing to take responsibility for this, like, 100%," Peter stated as he pulled his phone out. "So...you got your phone with you?"

Harry pulled his phone out and saved Peter's number. It was strange. Harry simply didn't have "just people" in his phone. He only had a short list of numbers, most that were work-related, and maybe a couple of people who he got to somewhat know back at boarding school. He never ever imagined that he would end up saving an intern's number.

"Alright man, I better get outta here," Peter continued as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. "I have to go eat with Aunt May right now, like I'm totally late, but we should grab a bite sometime."

"Yeah, sounds good," Harry replied, surprising himself with how easily the words left his mouth. He never ate with people who wasn't A.) essential for business or B.) ready to kiss his ass during the entire meal...but Peter. Peter was different.

"Cool, I'm gonna go but call me if something goes wrong."

"I will."

Harry watched Peter rush towards the elevator. The lanky teen fumbled with the buttons and flashed an apologetic smile at the young CEO. Once the intern was out of sight, Harry turned to the destroyed piece of machinery and let himself a quick grin. One monitor wasn't even a big deal, but the look on Peter's face was priceless. He quickly texted his secretary to take care of it as he returned to his office. He didn't know why, but he didn't feel so bad about having to return to his empty, haunting manor.

Should I continue? I'm nervous