Hey! I'm finally back with Season 4! So, hope all of you are well! If you haven't read my story The Return of the Green Goblin Season 3, then I highly suggest you read that before this, considering this is the sequel... Here's the summary:

The Spectacular Spiderman is back with a vengeful Harry who will do everything in his power to get rid of Spiderman, even if it means hurting his friends. The Black Cat and the Green Goblin are also back and both have similar plans: take down Spiderman. Will Spiderman prevail? Filled with twists and turns, you'll be on the edge of your seat!

It's my most successful/best fanfiction that I have written and I'm very proud that I actually finished it :)

SO, anyway, for all of you that have read my other one, I have big plans for this season! And I'm FINALLY doing it! I have literally had most of this done for a while but had to make a quite a few changes. I will try to update as much as I can but this summer is incredibly busy so I make no promises! Anyway, I hope you like it. This one will definitely have a more Sci-Fi feel to it than the other one, but trust me when I say it will be good (well, I hope it will...). ANYWAY, thank you for all the support and nice comments! I really appreciate your comments and I'll try to be more responsive to all of you this time!

"He was a good person. He was nice and funny and a great friend… He was brave. Maybe he didn't make all the right choices… but in the end, he died a hero. Harry was a friend and a son. He didn't deserve to die. Not when he had such a long life ahead of him. But God does everything for a reason. I can see Harry now, up in heaven, looking down at us on this grim – " There was a slight pause as the speaker got out a handkerchief to dry their right eye. " – on this grim day... And he's probably smiling – because, now, he sees how many people cared about him…" The speaker wiped another tear away. "Harry was a good guy and, everyone who meant him, ended up liking him." The speaker licked their chapped lips. "I miss him… I wish I could go back to tell him how much he means to me. It shouldn't have ended this way. Why did this happen?! I hate this. How did this all go so wrong?!"

Peter pulled Gwen from the podium. "Sorry," he said into the microphone, as the crowd of people started murmuring things to each other.

Gwen wiped tears from her eyes but more just kept coming. Her father came and took her from Peter, nodding for Peter to go say a few words.

Peter nervously got up to the podium and swallowed, looking into the crowd of teary-eyed people. "Uh, I didn't write anything – uh – for Harry. Because, Harry's the kind of guy who never really cared much for English class," Peter chuckled, thinking back to all the times when they would joke around during English, not paying attention at all. "He was easy to talk to and he had this great sense of humor. We… we did everything together. The word friend doesn't even begin to describe our relationship." Peter shook his head and took a deep breath. "I always thought: what am I gonna do without this guy? And now, he's really gone…" Peter frowned. "He taught me that you always need to live life to the fullest…" Peter's voice trailed off. "Harry, you were a good guy. And I wish you would've seen that before you – before… I wish I could tell you how much Gwen and I loved you. How much we needed you," Peter sighed. "We had our differences and we had our fights, but in the end, we overcame them. Even when I thought you lost your way, you came back. If it weren't for… all that happened in the past year, maybe life could've been different for you. All I have left to say to you is that, you weren't my best friend, you were my brother."

There was thunderous applause from the crowd of people that Peter didn't know most of. But there were a few kids from school he recognized, including Mary Jane and, oddly enough, a teary-eyed Flash Thompson… Peter stepped down from the podium and put his arm around a distraught Gwen.

Harry's mom went up to the podium afterwards. She spoke of how sad she was that she wasn't with Harry in his last moments and of the memories of Harry when he was just a child.

After the burial, a tall slender man with green eyes and dark brown hair walked towards Peter. A man who Peter had never seen in his life in all the years he had known Harry.

"Hello," the man said, offering his hand.

His piercing green eyes were focused on Pete. "Hi, I don't believe we've met…" Peter replied while shaking his hand.

"Henry Sanders. Harry's uncle. That was a lovely tribute you made up there. What's your name?"

"Peter Parker. I was Harry's friend," Peter said, though the words felt bitter in his mouth. "So you're – "

"Emily's brother," he nodded as he gestured to Harry's mom.

"Yeah. Uh, I never saw you around the house…"

"I only really knew him when he was quite young. He was a sweet boy. Died too young. We always used to email each other. I would've visited if not for certain people in the household."

Peter raised a brow.

"I never fully approved of Emily's choice in marrying Norman," he explained.

"Oh," Peter nodded, awkwardly. Why is he telling me this?

"Don't get me wrong. The guy knows how to deal with money, but it's just that. He's pretty 2D if you ask me."

Peter noticed that Henry was talking as if Mr. Osborn was still alive.

"But Mr. Osborn died a month ago. Didn't you know?"

Henry raised a brow, showing little to no emotion. "No. I didn't get the call. Explains why Harry hadn't been answering my emails… I can't believe my sister didn't tell me."

"Sorry…"

"It's alright. It's just that my sister and I used to be very close. What's your name again?"

"Peter Parker."

"Harry's mentioned you his messages. That explains why your name sounded so familiar when I heard it. From what he told me, you were a really great friend. I'm glad he had one positive influence in his life."

Peter sighed heavily.

"Here's my card. If you ever need someone to talk to about Harry, I'd be more than happy to."

The card included his phone number, his occupation as a lawyer (both sides of Harry's family are rich, go figure, Peter thought to himself), and his email address.

"Thanks. It – It means a lot."

Henry nodded and walked over to Harry's grave, deep in thought.

"Who is that?" Gwen asked, coming up from behind him.

"Harry's uncle."

"I didn't know he had an uncle. Weird that he never mentioned him."

"Yeah… It is weird," Peter said, half to himself. He thought about it a little more but shrugged it off. Besides, Harry was pretty closed-off when it came to family.

Peter's spidey sense went off, and a flash of green suddenly caught his attention. A man with a green tie… Peter stared intently at the tie then noticed a familiar face hiding inconspicuously under a hat. Peter couldn't believe it. Mr. Osborn actually showed up at Harry's funeral. It made him sick. The man that killed his best friend, showing up at his funeral. There couldn't be anything more disrespectful. Peter thought of going over to him and yelling at him to leave but just as he was about to walk over to him, Mary Jane and Aunt May came up to Gwen and Peter.

Mary Jane spoke. "Hey, you guys, I'm so sorry about Harry." She wiped a tear from her face. "I can't believe he's gone… It's so tragic."

She hugged both Gwen and Peter. "I can't imagine what you guys are going through right now."

She pulled away. Aunt May hugged them too.

Gwen sobbed. "I just hope that he knows how much we loved him."

"I'm sure he does," Aunt May said, with a sad glint in her eyes.

"Yeah," Mary Jane nodded. "He was such a good guy."

After the funeral, Peter and Gwen went to a church and sat down for a while, deep in thought and reflection. Gwen knelt on a pew, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes. Peter knelt beside her and put his arm around her as a tear floated down her face. She buried her head into his chest and sobbed. Peter, thought trying to stay strong, started bawling too.

Peter's eyes felt dry after a long day of crying. He sat down in his bed and got out an old photo album. It was dated 9 years ago, filled with photos of Peter and Harry as children. It featured them playing games, getting dirty in the mud, having snowball fights, eating ice cream at the Silver Spoon with Aunt May and Mrs. Osborn.

Peter smiled to himself when he saw a picture of Harry and himself on the floor, laughing, sticking their tongues out at the camera. He put the photo album away and turned on the radio to listen to loud rock music to avoid thinking about Harry's death. He spread out his body on his bed and closed his eyes for one peaceful moment. At the end of the first song, an announcement came on.

"Excuse us for this interruption. The villain known as the Vulture who broke out of prison just one week ago is on a rampage at Times Square, injuring 6 people, and it appears that he has someone else helping him. Is that – is that Sandman? The police have been trying everything, but it seems that nothing is working. This brings us back to the question circling throughout New York City: where is Spiderman?"

Peter pressed the OFF button on the radio and groaned. He sat up and looked at his closet door. He walked over to it and slowly opened it with uncertainty. He dug through a pile of clothes and random strands of webbing. At the very bottom of the pile was a dusty old box that seemed to be sitting at the bottom of his closet for decades. He pulled it out and opened it. The bright red and blue colors seemed like far away memories. He could hear a distant yet distinct voice repeating: With great power comes great responsibility.

At that moment, Peter realized that he couldn't give up on his cause. He needed to stay strong for New York City, for Aunt May, for Gwen, for Harry. He needed to fight back.

He pulled on his suit, attached his web-shooters on his wrists, and slipped on his gloves and his mask.

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