Finally, the last lecture has ended. Harry sat back in his seat behind his desk, and watched the students mill out of the hall. When the last student closed the door, he got up, took his briefcase and made his way out of the building. It was already getting dark outside, the sun has disappeared behind the horizon, but the skyline was still between the colours of light blue and rose. He loved watching the sunset, although he sadly missed it today. But still he decided on taking a walk on the campus, before going home. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one in his mouth and lit it. He felt his piled-up stress disappearing along with the blown-out smoke.

His calm state didn't last long though. It was only when he heard a female scream that he dropped his cigarette to the ground, and began to run in the direction of the voice. When he turned the corner, he saw the back of a dark figure running away, but his attention was soon directed to the woman lying on the ground. She was dying.

Harry kneeled down beside her, and as soon as the girl looked at him, he recognised her. She was Miss Hardy, from one of his lectures. She was a really smart girl, but Harry has always found her a bit too sarcastic.

„Mr. Osborn" breathed out Miss Hardy, grabbing his arm weakly. Her eyes were still shining in the dusk, and he could swear he saw a teardrop escape from her eyes.

„Don't worry Felicia, I'll call the ambulance. Everything will be fine." but just as he reached for his cell phone in his pocket, the girl's eyes slowly closed down. Harry stopped his movement, and listened. Her breathing slowed down, and after a half minute, completely stopped. She's dead. The realization hit him so strong he could barely breathe. He didn't know what to do. A girl just died in front of him, and all he could do is stare at her.

After a minute or so, when he got himself together again, he took a look at her body. He touched something hard at her chest, and pulled it slightly. As he found out what it is, he gasped out loud. It was a long knife, which the student got stabbed with, with a WW engraved on it. Just then, he realized that this was probably a pretty bad idea.

Harry wanted to smack his head into a wall, as he was led to his cell by two too muscular guards. Both the guards were blonde, and a lot taller than him, the type of guys you wouldn't dare to even speak to. Except if you're Harry Osborn, of course.

"So, what now, Mr. and Mrs. Tough Guy? Do you just throw me into the next cell, and then get a room? I can see you're pretty hungry" teased Harry with a smirk, winking at the guards.

"I tell you what" started to speak the guard with the shorter hair and less facial hair – Steve Rogers, as he read his badge. "You shut those pretty lips of yours, and just open them when you're asked for it" he said, answering Harry's little flirt with a tiny hint of reference. Harry was about to retort, when the guards stopped, and opened the cell on his left. "From now on, this will be your room" they locked him in, and left. He barely had time to take a look at his place, before he heard a voice from the upper bed.

"That's a pretty impressive butt right there, boy" Harry turned around to face the man, who have just degraded him. "Oh my God, don't look so hostile!" the man recoiled, pretending to be scared. Then he leaned forward, finally getting out of the shadows, his elbows resting on his knees. He had short, dark brown hair and stubble, and he seemed pretty short, although Harry couldn't really see his figure.

"Tony Stark" the man made a little salute as he introduced himself. Harry had to literally force his mouth not to fall open.

"That Tony Stark? The multi-millionaire?" Stark nodded. Well, he didn't expect meeting his childhood role model like this. He couldn't stop himself from asking. "How did you get in prison?"

"Someone must have rat on me, otherwise they would never find out the drug behind Stark Industries" he said it like it was natural.

"Drug?!"

"Why, where did you think I got my money from, kid?" the glance he got from Harry for calling him kid was deadly, which Tony found extremely hilarious.

"And how is it, that a rich man like you couldn't cover it up?" his voice was a little bit more sarcastic than he intended it to be.

"The evidences can't be paid off" the man shrugged, clearly not bothered by his case. Or he was hiding his emotions very skilfully. Suddenly he shifted, looking oddly curious. "And how did you end up in here? After all, you're the Osborn heir, if I'm not wrong" Harry was surprised that he got recognised.

"Misunderstanding" he sighed. "I tried to save the girl, but I was late. And my fingerprint is on the knife, so I am the main suspect now" when he looked at his cellmate, he could see something, that looked like amusement in his eyes. And he was proved, in the next moment, when Tony chuckled, which slowly turned into laughter. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing..." Tony finally calmed down, but he still couldn't hold back his smirk. "Just look at you... most of the criminals would envy your criminal-look, and yet you're innocent" he said, and laid down on the bed, saluting. "Good night, roommate! The bottom bed is yours"

Two days had passed. He got to know his cellmate a little better; they started to get along pretty well. At first, he was a bit afraid of the other prisoners, they were twice – or even more – muscular as Harry, and looked pretty scary. But it seemed that the look on Harry's face was enough to keep them away. He was mostly hanging out with Tony, which added a plus to his image.

Today though, it was different. He was woken up by Rogers, pretty early.

"Oh, Captain Rogers. It seems we meet again" said Harry insolently, smirking at the guard. Steve just smacked him in return, causing him to move. After a couple minutes of walking, they stopped at what seemed like an office. There was a table in the middle of the room, and two chairs on the opposite sides.

"Sit down, Mr. Parker can be here any minute" as he hears the name, his heart skips a beat.

"Mr. Parker?" he asks, voice shaking.

"Your lawyer" Rogers leaves, locking him in. Harry could barely breathe, just the name recalled a whole lot of memories.

Peter getting bullied. His grateful look, when Harry sent the bullies away. His ideas, which were genius, but got them into trouble every time. All the sleepovers they've had, watching old Marvel movies and eating tons of popcorn. Later, that hopeful look in his eyes, when he told him what he felt. The feeling of his lips on Harry's, and his excitement on their first date.

Harry's heart sinks at the last memory. Peter's frightened face, when he told him they're moving. His tears, when they parted on the airport. It was Norman's idea; he thought it would be the best for them, if they spent a little time apart. He still hated his dad for it.

The sound of the opening door brought him back to the present. As he looked up, he froze completely.

"Peter" he gasped out loud. It was really him, although he changed quite a lot. He was a lot taller, and he must have exercised, because he seemed to be in a pretty good shape. His always-messy hair was replaced by a perfectly styled haircut, and he looked surprisingly good in suit.

His face was completely straight, but just until Rogers closed the door behind him. He walked to the table and sank down onto the chair opposite Harry.

"Harry" his voice were lower than in his memories, although now it was barely audible. "This is the last place I expected to find you. What did you do?" he asked desperately.

"I didn't do anything, I swear" Harry answered, desperately wanting his friend - lover? he didn't even know anymore - to believe him, almost whispering. He was still shocked, and couldn't wrap his head around this whole situation. He looked for Peter nearly everywhere, and meets him in a situation like this? This is just too surreal.

"I believe you, Harry" said Peter, trying to calm him - to calm both of them - down. "I'll get you out of here, I promise"

"I missed you so much" he couldn't hold it back.

"Me too, Harry, me too" Peter closed his eyes, seemingly trying to get himself together, before opening his briefcase, pulling out a folder with Harry's name on it.

"Why did you accept my case?" Harry asked, dumbly.

"What do you think? I've been searching for you, Harry." Their gazes met, and he could immediately feel the attraction between them. "When I got your case, I was terrified, that you ended up here. I thought, that this is my last chance to meet you" his words trailed off.

Harry found himself getting up, walking round the table. He grabbed Peter's coat, pulled him up and pressed his lips against his. Oh God... He wanted to do this for so long. Peter slowly put his arms around his waist, grabbing his belt and pulling him closer, which made Harry groan. It was too long ago...The kiss started out softly, and slowly became more passionate, giving out the tension of the years apart, all the desperation and loneliness. Harry has never felt more at home, than here, in Peter's arms. He just wanted to cling to him, and never let go.

When Peter pulled away slightly, Harry felt like he might just collapse to the floor. He barely could hear anything through their heavy breathing and his loudly beating heart. "We really shouldn't do this" Peter wasn't too convincing, with his hands gripping tightly on his waist, pressing their foreheads together. He just wanted this as much as Harry. His eyes were still closed, and Harry took a moment just to look at him, to take in his features, his gorgeous face and swollen lips.

"I don't care" he resisted.

"Yes you do" Peter opened his eyes, making Harry forget everything he wanted to say. Those eyes were even more beautiful from this close. "Because if they find out, they will take your case from me, and you get a lawyer who lets you rot in here. I can't let it happen." he pressed a kiss on Harry's lips. "I can't lose you again."