As far as my other stories go... They're at a standstill. I am hoping to get back on it, I just have to go though and read them again to remember where I was even going with them. The chapters of this one won't be posted regularly until the end of August as I already have a lot of written. Comments are welcome, I hope you enjoy. I know these two are one of my favorite couples and I love the new movies.

-gabrielle

Peter was lazing on the couch watching Comedy Central, something he'd taken to after starting college. It helped him clear his head, because lately classes had been getting rough. Well, Peter couldn't really say that. He was getting through them just fine. Just the stress of constantly saving people at night was the reason he was slipping. He was exhausted, and more importantly bored. Harry was at his father's apparently discussing business matters, which never ended well.

As if one cue to his thought Harry came storming inside the apartment slamming the door.

Peter didn't say a word as Harry hurried past him and slammed the bathroom door shut, wondering why Harry's hood was up. It wasn't unlike Mr. Osborn to hit his son. Harry was always trying too hard to make him happy, he took the hits with little to no complaint.

Peter had witnessed this firsthand when Harry had invited him to a charity event. Mr. Osborn had smacked Harry right in front of everyone. Peter had been ready to sucker punch the son of a bitch when Harry blocked him, straightened himself up, and shook his head.

Peter drank a little too much that night from the free bar.

Cautiously he got up once he heard the shower running and knocked, "Harry? You alright?" Not getting a response Peter let himself in as he always did. The bathroom was full of steam and he could see Harry's outline on the other side of the glass. He took his usual seat on the counter waiting for Harry to finish, they had been doing this exact routine for three months now.

As time ticked by Peter checked his watch, Harry had been in there for almost an hour and hadn't moved at all. Carefully Peter opened the door and shut the water off, on cue Harry grabbed a towel and covered whatever he could of himself. Peter looked at his face and saw the bruise, "Harry…" He knew a lecture on how he should report this wouldn't do any good now.

Harry didn't even look at him, his eyes were beat red.

Peter sighed and grabbed the towel from him, "Come on," He wrapped the blond up and helped him out. Usually Harry would head to his room, but tonight he just stood there with this empty look on his face.

"Harry?"

When he got no response he took hold of the boys arm and lead him to his room. He went to collected his dirty clothes, and when he returned Harry hadn't moved from where Peter left him. This definitely wasn't normal behavior, well perhaps it was. Ignoring the abuse like Harry always did wasn't healthy, it was possible he finally snapped.

"Can you put your pajamas on?"

Harry nodded slowly, removing the towel.

Peter hurried out before he saw Harry. He had enough conflicting emotions about his best friend, and he didn't need the image of him nude plaguing his dreams. Not that it would be a bad thing… Heading back to the living room Peter figured he'd make something for Harry to eat, soup usually made him feel better…

Half an hour went by and he went to check on Harry who was now dressed. If you could count boxers as dressed. He was still standing where Peter left him, "Come on, I made you some soup," Peter encouraged, thankfully Harry followed and sat at the table; still not making a sound.

Peter put the soup in front of him, it had cooled enough while he was waiting for Harry, "Go ahead and eat."

Harry did, slowly, and no more than half; but he ate. Peter assumed he was done when the boys eyes closed and the bowl went untouched for five minutes. Peter put it in the sink and gently touched his friends shoulder, "Let's go to bed."

Harry followed Peter down the hall, but instead of going into his room, he just stood outside Peter's. It took a moment before Peter to realize this, and he already changed. "Harry?" Peter said as he attempted to hide his blush, figuring Harry hadn't even been paying attention when he changed.

Harry still didn't respond, Peter wasn't sure what he could do to help.

"Do you… Do you wanna sleep in here tonight?" Peter questioned, and Harry nodded ever so slightly.

Peter nodded, "Okay come on." Peter lead him to his bed, "I'll take the couch-" Peter was stopped by a shaky hand on his wrist, and a sad looking boy avoiding his gaze.

"You want me to stay?"

Harry nodded faintly.

"Okay, it's okay Harry; I can do that." Peter agreed climbing into bed, Harry following suit. Both of them were completely silent, even their breaths were faint. Peter was honestly concerned for Harry, he'd never reacted this bad before to his fathers torment. It made Peter think of worse case scenarios. Did Mr. Osborn beat him more than he looked, did he humiliate him in front of his employees? Peter suddenly got enraged when images of the man sexually assaulting his own son crossed his mind.

A hand gripping his shirt brought him out of those thoughts, Harry was looking at him now, pain etched into his face. Peter swore he was crying but the darkness made it hard to tell.

"It's okay Har, really…" Peter tried to sooth him, and in an instant Harry was attaching himself to Peter as if his life depended on it. Peter instantly felt his shirt become wet from his friends tears. Peter was even more concerned now, thoughts of possible reasons why Harry wasn't speaking kept running through his mind, "Har, please tell me he didn't… He didn't touch you did he?"

Harry looked up, a slight shock in his eyes. Peter thought he was correct for a moment until Harry shook his head. He nodded, "Okay… Okay good, I had to make sure."

Harry still continued to cry as Peter held him, "I don't know what happened Harry… But I'm here for you no matter what, I want to make sure you know that."

Harry nodded, tears still flowing onto Peter.

Peter didn't let himself sleep until he heard Harry's soft breathing and felt his body stop trembling; letting him know his friend was asleep.

He didn't let go of Harry through the night.