"Hello, Mr. Osborn". A masked person in a red and blue spabdex suit said, as he was hanging down from a ceiling.
"What are you doing here, Spider-Man?" A twenty something brunette boy sprawled on an almost too comfortable couch replied.
"We need to talk about something".
"I don't. Now leave". The aforementioned masked man came down and sat on a couch.
"I know a way to save your life".
"What's the use? You don't care, so you won't tell me", came the strained reply.
"I will, because I do care. But first, you have to promise me that you'll keep my secret".
Harry Osborn frowned at the request but nodded nonetheless. Getting the conformation he needed, Spider-Man, who also goes by the name Peter Parker, removed the spandex mask covering his face.
The first emotion Harry felt was shock. His best friend was Spider-Man. The next was rage.
"I don't believe you". The blonde haired billionaire said in so low a voice that his friend almost didn't hear him. "You had the cure, hell you were the cure to my fatal desease, yet you refused to help me. I can, for once, understand why Spider-Man would, but you Peter, you are my best friend, no wait, my apparent best friend, yet you didn't try even once to save me. You betrayed me".
"Harry listen to me-" but he was cutting by his friend standing up and literally screaming his lungs out.
"No, you...you don't wanna save me, you can watch me die when you yourself are the cure and you expect me to listen. I won't listen, I don't want to hear anything you have to say".
"Harry calm down". The younger of the two said and grabbed the elder's shoulders, "I have the cure and I want to tell you something, I want you to live, but for that you have to listen. After that, if you never want to talk to me, then it's fine, but just listen first, please". Through the years, Harry had figured out how to distinguish between when people were being genuine and when they were lying, and figured that his friend was doing the former. So he nodded, just barely, and sat down while the now unmasked superhero paced the floor. He had now suddenly become very awkward and nervous.
"Last year when I was touring Oscorp, I got bitten by a radioactive spider. It was just yesterday when I found my father's video where he was telling how he had made the cross genetics possible. It has never worked on anyone else apart from me for one reason".
"What?"
"In order to make the experiment work, a DNA had to be entered, my father inserted his which is the reason it doesn't work for anyone else apart from me. Anyone else who inserts that venom will die".
"And what is the solution to that?" Harry asked calmly, although he just wanted to punch the walls and drink and just cry his eyes out till they were swollen.
"Well, it's quite simple, well not that simple, but, you take
Dr. Conners, my dad's and your dad's research, make the venom again but this time insert your DNA, so that it works on you". Peter now gazed nervously at the boy who seemed to be in deep thought, and hoped and prayed that he would agree and believe him.
"I want to see the video". Harry said in a low voice.
"Alright, we'll go tomorrow".
"Where?"
"You don't worry about that, I'll come to take you".
"Fine".
"I guess I'll go then". Peter said whike pulling his mask on.
"Okay".
"See you tomorrow". And then the masked super hero was swinging in the sky while his friend called his driver to be ready to take him out. It was time to see what all Oscorp hid from the world.
Peter was flying through the sky, wondering if he was doing the right thing when something out of the ordinary caught his eye and he felt his spidey senses going off. He dived down, webbing himself to a building and pulling himself up, the night sky not effecting his enchanced eyesight.
He landed softly and saw a group of about five men cornering a blonde girl in an alley. He shook his head at the scumbags and webbed one of the men, pulling him backwards, crashing him into the opposite wall.
"Hello criminals, hello pedestrian". He said, greeting everyone, the latter being the almost victim. "Looks like you weren't taught how to respect women". And in the next instant, three more men were webbed to the wall as the last one attempted to run.
'Attempted' being the keyword. Before he could go a lot further, a web was shot at his back and was attached to the wall while another web attached him to the opposite wall so he was left in between.
"Are you alright there?" He aaked the girl who was bent down, picking up her purse and phone.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for...that". She said pointing towards the men and got up. She had straight blonde hair, brown eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses and was wearing a pair of green leggings and a black t-shirt.
"That's my job. Want me to walk you home?"
"Uh...no it's fine, I've already taken a lot of your time. I'm sure there are more people you can help and I'll just walk on a crowded street".
"You sure?"
"Yeah".
"Alrighty, bye". And with that he was back in the air and Max was left staring into the air where he went, he really didn't have to do it, she thought and in the next minute, she had taken the wallets of all the men, counted the money, slipped the wallets back in and walked away with a smug smile on her face.