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Chapter One
The dark clouds loomed over the campus of New York University at the peek of the afternoon, covering the campus in a cloud of darkness. The clouds seemed to be too sinister and too dark for them to be present during the early afternoon college classes.
Suddenly, it started to rain, pouring down as heavily as running water. Students without umbrellas ran into nearby building laughing at the unexpected shower. A few students casually walked through the rain letting themselves get soaked. The rain continued to pour for at least twenty minutes in this similar manner.
Walking in the rain, almost drenched with an indifferent look upon his face, Peter Parker walked across a lawn to get to the student commuter parking lot. The only two things that were prohibiting him from getting totally soaked was his light black overcoat and his black winter cap on his head. His jeans were soaked for the most part along with his tennis shoes that were flooded with water. With remarkable speed, Peter got his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car- a new black 2004 black four-door sedan that his flat-mate and best friend Harry Osbourne let him borrow.
As he got inside that car, Peter shut the car door and leaned back into the driver seat and gave an exasperating sigh. He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and sniffled. For a couple of minutes, he just closed his eyes feeling the heat of vent blowing on his face and the heated seat warming his cold body. All of a sudden, he opened his eyes and turned on the engine, anxious to get back home.
***
Sitting at the dinner table in a warm and comfortable flat, Harry Obourne was doing his Chemistry homework with a scorn upon his face. The dinner table was cluttered with miscellaneous papers with scribbles on them, a dozen sharpened and unsharpened pencils, a brand new graphing calculator, various Chemistry textbooks and self-help guides, three empty coffee cups and an half eaten piece of strudel. Harry leaned over, concentrating on one particular problem.
"Come on. oh okay. I think I got it" he said cautiously, "I think I got. UGHHH!!!"
With his sudden burst of emotion, he broke the pencil that he was using and threw it at the door as Peter was making his way into the flat. Peter looked at him with astonishment after he watched the pencil narrowly pass his thigh.
"Gee, Harry. Did one of the secretaries misspell your name wrong again?"
Harry smiled at his quip, referencing to the various incidents where one of Oscorp's new secretaries kept on misspelling Harry's name with "Hairy". Usually these incidents were pretty small, but the most recent event was of major concern when the secretary reordered a new sign to hang outside of Harry's new office door now labeled, "Hairy Osbourne" while visiting countries were visiting the company's headquarters and, of course, the office of the future C.E.O. of Oscorp.
"I'm sorry Pete." he said getting up from the table and stretching. "I'm doing Chemistry right now and I just don't get it."
"What kind of problem are you having trouble on?" Peter asked as he hung his shocked coat in the closet and took off his hat. Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Molecular formulas. Here's the problem: 'a compound is 75.46% oxygen, 4.43% carbon, and 20.10% oxygen by mass. It has a molecular weight of 343.31 g/mol. What is the formula?'"
Peter rustled his wet hair and sat opposite of Harry, leaning over on
the table.
"First, you have to get the mass of each of the elements. Use 100 grams because it is easier to use with percentages." Harry leaned over and bit the eraser on one of his pencils in thought. He pointed to his work on the paper, "Is that right?" Peter leaned over and turned the paper around. He squinted his eyes, having a hard time focusing. Peter sighed and retrieved his glasses out of his over-the-shoulder bag and put them on. Harry looked at him, puzzled. Peter looked over the work and nodded.
"Yeah, you got it. After you finish that, you convert every one of these numbers into moles. okay?"
"Yeah."
"And then you." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Instantly and oddly, Harry jumped up and answered it, reveling a blond medium-set woman in her early twenties behind the door. Harry smiled a huge grin.
"Hello Jackie! Come on in!" Jackie returned the smile and entered into Harry and Peter's flat. She grinned a great big smile.
"Oh my gosh Harry! It's beautiful! I love it!" she said in a high- pitched voice. Harry looked at his friend who was still sitting on the dinner table now equipped with a slight frown. Peter returned to the problem and was working on the problem on his own. Harry looked at Peter doing this and looked at Jackie.
"Oh Jackie, this is my best friend Peter." Peter looked up. "Pete, this is Jackie, you remember Jackie right?" Peter looked up and nodded with a friendly demeanor. "Oh yes. Harry talks about you a lot. It's really nice to finally meet you." Jackie blushed a little bit and smiled at Harry for a second then returned to Peter. "Thanks, Peter." Jackie said stiffly. She looked at her watch and looked up at Harry. "Don't we need to get going? I don't want to miss the previews." Harry nodded and grabbed his coat while watching Peter's reaction to the newcomer. "I'm sorry Pete. Can we finish the problem later?"
"Sure. Have fun." Harry was almost out of the flat when he turned around. "Pete, I've noticed that you've been limping. Are you okay?"
Pete nodded, "Yeah, I think it's growing pains."
"Growing pains? At twenty?" Pete smiled and shrugged as he leaned against the doorframe, "Well, I guess it is. I don't know."
Harry nodded and grinned. "Don't worry; I won't tell anybody."
"Thanks."
"Oh, by the way," Harry said, "Don't stay up for me. I might take Jackie on a carriage ride around the city. Might take awhile."
"Sure."
"Bye Pete." Peter closed the door and sighed. Limping to the bathroom, he grabbed some ointment, gauze and a large bandage and headed to the couch. He pulled his pant leg up, uncovering a deep gash on his leg. While he attended this wound, he murmured something under his breath.
"Growing pains."
Chapter One
The dark clouds loomed over the campus of New York University at the peek of the afternoon, covering the campus in a cloud of darkness. The clouds seemed to be too sinister and too dark for them to be present during the early afternoon college classes.
Suddenly, it started to rain, pouring down as heavily as running water. Students without umbrellas ran into nearby building laughing at the unexpected shower. A few students casually walked through the rain letting themselves get soaked. The rain continued to pour for at least twenty minutes in this similar manner.
Walking in the rain, almost drenched with an indifferent look upon his face, Peter Parker walked across a lawn to get to the student commuter parking lot. The only two things that were prohibiting him from getting totally soaked was his light black overcoat and his black winter cap on his head. His jeans were soaked for the most part along with his tennis shoes that were flooded with water. With remarkable speed, Peter got his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car- a new black 2004 black four-door sedan that his flat-mate and best friend Harry Osbourne let him borrow.
As he got inside that car, Peter shut the car door and leaned back into the driver seat and gave an exasperating sigh. He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and sniffled. For a couple of minutes, he just closed his eyes feeling the heat of vent blowing on his face and the heated seat warming his cold body. All of a sudden, he opened his eyes and turned on the engine, anxious to get back home.
***
Sitting at the dinner table in a warm and comfortable flat, Harry Obourne was doing his Chemistry homework with a scorn upon his face. The dinner table was cluttered with miscellaneous papers with scribbles on them, a dozen sharpened and unsharpened pencils, a brand new graphing calculator, various Chemistry textbooks and self-help guides, three empty coffee cups and an half eaten piece of strudel. Harry leaned over, concentrating on one particular problem.
"Come on. oh okay. I think I got it" he said cautiously, "I think I got. UGHHH!!!"
With his sudden burst of emotion, he broke the pencil that he was using and threw it at the door as Peter was making his way into the flat. Peter looked at him with astonishment after he watched the pencil narrowly pass his thigh.
"Gee, Harry. Did one of the secretaries misspell your name wrong again?"
Harry smiled at his quip, referencing to the various incidents where one of Oscorp's new secretaries kept on misspelling Harry's name with "Hairy". Usually these incidents were pretty small, but the most recent event was of major concern when the secretary reordered a new sign to hang outside of Harry's new office door now labeled, "Hairy Osbourne" while visiting countries were visiting the company's headquarters and, of course, the office of the future C.E.O. of Oscorp.
"I'm sorry Pete." he said getting up from the table and stretching. "I'm doing Chemistry right now and I just don't get it."
"What kind of problem are you having trouble on?" Peter asked as he hung his shocked coat in the closet and took off his hat. Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Molecular formulas. Here's the problem: 'a compound is 75.46% oxygen, 4.43% carbon, and 20.10% oxygen by mass. It has a molecular weight of 343.31 g/mol. What is the formula?'"
Peter rustled his wet hair and sat opposite of Harry, leaning over on
the table.
"First, you have to get the mass of each of the elements. Use 100 grams because it is easier to use with percentages." Harry leaned over and bit the eraser on one of his pencils in thought. He pointed to his work on the paper, "Is that right?" Peter leaned over and turned the paper around. He squinted his eyes, having a hard time focusing. Peter sighed and retrieved his glasses out of his over-the-shoulder bag and put them on. Harry looked at him, puzzled. Peter looked over the work and nodded.
"Yeah, you got it. After you finish that, you convert every one of these numbers into moles. okay?"
"Yeah."
"And then you." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Instantly and oddly, Harry jumped up and answered it, reveling a blond medium-set woman in her early twenties behind the door. Harry smiled a huge grin.
"Hello Jackie! Come on in!" Jackie returned the smile and entered into Harry and Peter's flat. She grinned a great big smile.
"Oh my gosh Harry! It's beautiful! I love it!" she said in a high- pitched voice. Harry looked at his friend who was still sitting on the dinner table now equipped with a slight frown. Peter returned to the problem and was working on the problem on his own. Harry looked at Peter doing this and looked at Jackie.
"Oh Jackie, this is my best friend Peter." Peter looked up. "Pete, this is Jackie, you remember Jackie right?" Peter looked up and nodded with a friendly demeanor. "Oh yes. Harry talks about you a lot. It's really nice to finally meet you." Jackie blushed a little bit and smiled at Harry for a second then returned to Peter. "Thanks, Peter." Jackie said stiffly. She looked at her watch and looked up at Harry. "Don't we need to get going? I don't want to miss the previews." Harry nodded and grabbed his coat while watching Peter's reaction to the newcomer. "I'm sorry Pete. Can we finish the problem later?"
"Sure. Have fun." Harry was almost out of the flat when he turned around. "Pete, I've noticed that you've been limping. Are you okay?"
Pete nodded, "Yeah, I think it's growing pains."
"Growing pains? At twenty?" Pete smiled and shrugged as he leaned against the doorframe, "Well, I guess it is. I don't know."
Harry nodded and grinned. "Don't worry; I won't tell anybody."
"Thanks."
"Oh, by the way," Harry said, "Don't stay up for me. I might take Jackie on a carriage ride around the city. Might take awhile."
"Sure."
"Bye Pete." Peter closed the door and sighed. Limping to the bathroom, he grabbed some ointment, gauze and a large bandage and headed to the couch. He pulled his pant leg up, uncovering a deep gash on his leg. While he attended this wound, he murmured something under his breath.
"Growing pains."