Chapter 1 – Daddy's Not So Little Girl
Walter returned to his penthouse apartment with Felicia in tow and his loot from the robbery. He was careful to avoid his neighbours as he didn't want to deal with any questions about Felicia at the moment.
He figured that the bullet wound to her head had caused some sort of amnesia and she seemed to have almost no concept of the world. He hoped that he could carefully construct the lie that he was her father and that they were a cat burglar team and that given enough time he could gain her trust and loyalty.
One question he didn't look forward to was if she asked about her mother. Walter was technically still married to a woman named Lydia. They had been separated for nearly twenty years although they still got together every once in a while. Lydia was about the only person in Walter's life who knew what it was that he did for living and while she didn't exactly condone his life style she didn't chastise him for it either. Walter hoped that he would be able to get Lydia in on the lie before Felicia became curious.
"Well here we are," Walter said opening the door to his apartment.
He held the door open and let Felicia into the apartment first. She looked around in amazement at the expensive furniture and numerous pieces of art.
"We… we live here?" Felicia asked disbelievingly.
"Well of course," Walter said. "Why wouldn't we?"
"But it's just… it's so beautiful," Felicia said as she looked at a marble bust that Walter had on display.
"Careful, that's from ancient Rome," Walter said as she went to touch it.
"Oh sorry," Felicia apologized.
"That's alright," Walter said. "Obviously you can't remember."
"So we really live here?" Felicia asked again.
"Only the best for Daddy's little girl," Walter replied with a smile.
Felicia returned the smile, but inwardly something felt incredibly unusual about all this. There was nothing familiar at all in the apartment.
"Come, come let's get you in a bath," Walter said leading her to the bathroom. "You were floating in the Hudson and honestly you don't smell to pleasant at the moment."
Felicia hadn't really noticed but then she sniffed herself and the smell was indeed overwhelming. She followed Walter to the bathroom which again she found unfamiliar. He began filling up the bathtub for her. He then went to a linen closet and handed her a plush robe.
"Why don't you change out of those wet clothes," he said. "Just turn the water off when it's ready. I'll just go out for a bit to get us something to eat. Feel free to take your time."
Felicia nodded as she took the robe from him and watched him leave the bathroom closing the door behind. She stood by the bathtub watching it fill up and once it was full she turned the water off. She slipped out of the clothes she was wearing, which was a torn up jumpsuit which was stained with blood. She then slipped into the warm water of the bath and almost instantly felt her body relax. It was another unfamiliar sensation, but this was one that she could definitely get used to.
Outside the door Walter was worried. He'd accidentally told Felicia that she lived here with him. While his apartment actually had three bedrooms he couldn't pass off either of the two guest rooms as being Felicia's. It wasn't an issue with the furniture so much as he didn't have any clothing that he could say belonged to her.
Walter had various outfits that he had accumulated over the years from one night stands or from Lydia. But those women had been average sized women. Felicia was tall, taller than him; she was at least 6'3" and far bustier than the women Walter usually slept with. If he was going to pull this off he was going to have to purchase a lot of clothes for her very quickly. The problem was that it was almost 5 AM. Most shops wouldn't be open for at least two more hours most three. Fortunately for the world greatest cat burglar that wouldn't be a problem.
He grabbed his tools and headed out, this would definitely be one of his more unusual heists.
Peter was frustrated. He'd been out on patrol all night. He didn't want to go home and sleep because he was afraid of what sort of nightmares he would have; but he also wasn't even sure if he could sleep. He still had a lot of pent up rage and grief about Gwen's death.
The only thing he had come across all night was the blood droplets on the roof of the skyscraper. He still had it with him for Doctor Connors to examine, but Doctor Connors wouldn't be in his lab until morning and it was only 5 AM. He was about to ditch the patrol and go to a 24 hour diner to get something to eat when he heard police sirens. He followed the source to… Macy's Department store.
"Ugh," Peter groaned.
He was sure that there was a crime but this was probably just teens vandalizing or something. He was about to leave when he overheard two police officers having a conversation.
"It's crazy, somebody made off with like $10,000 worth of women's clothing," the first police officer said, "Didn't touch the cash or anything just the clothing."
"How much cash was in the store?" the second officer asked.
"The manager said about $30,000," the first officer replied.
"Must have been a woman," the second officer said. "No man would do that."
Peter wasn't about to rush to judgement but he felt the officer had a point. Although it did seem more likely that a woman would be the thief, there could always be extenuating circumstances.
Still this wasn't a crime he could really help with. It would be extremely difficult if not impossible to track down stolen clothing. Besides a big store like Macy's was probably insured and if not they could absorb the loss easily.
It was the second strange crime scene that Peter had come across that evening.
"Wouldn't it be funny if they were connected?" Peter chuckled to himself as he took off for a diner that he knew of to get some breakfast.
Walter returned to the apartment with a stack of clothing. He quickly went about removing all the security and price tags and hung them up in the closet of one of the guest rooms. He then opened some packs of generic socks, underwear and pantyhose and put them in the drawer of one of the dressers. He then put a few pairs of shoes in the closet and crossed his fingers and hoped that they fit.
He was a little surprised but also thankful that Felicia was still in the bathroom. He decided to check on her and see if she was finished. He went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Felicia?" he called out.
He didn't get a response so he called out again, and once again didn't get a response. Worried he easily popped the lock on the door and entered the bathroom. He didn't immediately see Felicia but as he approached the bathtub he saw that she was completely submerged and lying underwater staring peacefully upwards. It looked as though she had drowned herself.
"Felicia!" Walter exclaimed as he raced to pull her out.
Suddenly she sat up and looked at him surprised. Walter just about fell over in shock.
"What? Is something wrong?" Felicia asked confused by Walter's panic.
"How, how long were you under water?" Walter stammered.
"I don't know fifteen minutes," Felicia replied.
"And you held your breath the entire time?" Walter inquired curiously.
"Held my breath? No I… I can sort of breath underwater, through my skin," Felicia answered.
She wondered why her father didn't know this. Was there something he wasn't telling her?
"Like a frog…" Walter muttered quietly to himself.
"What's like a frog?" Felicia asked.
"Breathing through your skin," Walter said. "Frogs and most amphibians breath like that."
"Are you saying I'm a frog?" Felicia asked.
"No… no," Walter replied. "You're a person just like me Felicia, you're just… special. You can do a lot of things that normal people can't."
"Why?" Felicia asked.
Walter shrugged, he didn't know the answer.
"So people are just born different," Walter replied. "But it doesn't mean that you're not still my daughter."
"Well why wouldn't I be?" Felicia asked confused.
Walter realized that she either didn't know or couldn't remember what a mutant was.
"There are people in this world with all sort of different abilities that they were born with that aren't the same as a normal human," Walter said. "We call them mutants because their genes have mutated or changed to give them these abilities."
"So I'm a mutant?" Felicia asked.
"Well… maybe," Walter replied. "You've never been tested. Sometimes these abilities can come from something else."
"Why haven't I been tested?" Felicia inquired.
Walter was starting to get a little agitated with all the questions but he knew he had to keep his patience or risk letting her know that he wasn't her father.
"Because there are people out there who would use you to take advantage of your abilities," Walter answered. "And it's your decision to use your abilities how you want?"
"And what do I use my abilities for?" Felicia questioned.
"Well you help me with my work," Walter replied.
"And what do you do?" Felicia asked.
"I'm a professional thief," Walter answered. "I steal things for a living."
"So I'm a thief as well?" Felicia asked.
Walter nodded.
"Our last job went pretty well but unfortunately you ran afoul of some armed guards and you got shot; that's why you can't remember anything," Walter said. "Fortunately your ability to heal kept you alive."
Felicia sat there contemplating for a moment. Everything he was telling her seemed to make sense but she wasn't entirely sure if it was all true. She felt like she could trust him, but there was a small nagging voice suggesting that he had an ulterior motive.
"Now why don't you get dressed," Walter said. "I couldn't find anything to bring back to eat so we'll go out, okay?"
Felicia nodded in agreement as Walter handed her a towel.
"You get dressed," Walter said. "You've got plenty of clean clothes in your room."
He turned and left closing the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief that he had managed to get through that without blowing it.
"Have you decided what you want to order?" the waitress asked Peter.
Peter looked the menu over one last time then handed it back to the waitress, a young woman about the same age as him with red hair.
"I'll get the lumberjack breakfast platter," he replied.
"And how would you like your eggs?" she asked.
"Can I get two scrambled and one fried?" Peter asked.
"Sure," she said scrawling it down on her pad. "And white or whole wheat toast?"
"Whole wheat," Peter answered. "And some coffee please."
"No problem," the waitress said.
He sent the ticket to the kitchen and returned with a mug of hot coffee.
"Sugar and cream are right there," she said pointing to a pair of small wicker baskets two seats down at the counter.
Peter nodded his thanks but he preferred his coffee black and he took a sip. Just then the door to the diner opened as a few more customers walked in. Peter reflexively glanced back over his shoulder, went back to his coffee and then looked back doing a double take.
The two new customers were a man and a woman. The man had shiny silver hair that was slicked back, which made Peter think he was at least in his fifties. He wore a blue and purple checked button-up dress shirt with no tie and a pair of black dress pants. He was of average height and looked to be in extremely good shape for his age.
But it was the woman with him that really caught Peter's attention. She was tall, quite a bit taller than the man she was with and he was about six feet tall. She had platinum blonde hair that was so bright that it was almost white. As Peter looked at her he didn't think it was dyed either, there were no signs of roots and her eyebrows seemed to be a similar colour. She had emerald green eyes that looked around the diner with an almost child-like wonder. She wore a white silk blouse and a black knee length skirt and as she and the man walked past Peter he couldn't help but notice that she was not wearing a bra from the way her nipples were poking through the fabric.
The two of them sat in the booth at the end of the counter near the bathroom. The waitress went over and handed them each a menu. Peter sat nursing his coffee as he watched them talk. He found himself wondering what their relationship was; were they father and daughter, rich older man and his trophy wife or perhaps mistress since they were in a place like this.
"If you keep staring like that your eyes will fall out," the waitress said slightly mockingly.
Peter looked up as she set his breakfast down in front of him. He looked up at her name tag which read Mary Jane.
"Very funny Mary Jane," Peter said sarcastically. "But I can't say I've ever seen a girl like that before, even in movies or anything."
"Yeah there's something unusual about her," Mary Jane agreed. "God I wish I had tits like hers, or just a chance to play with hers."
Peter looked at her confused.
"Is that really appropriate to be saying here?" Peter asked.
"Do you wish you could play with them too?" Mary Jane retorted.
"Well yeah," Peter replied. "But…"
"No buts Tiger," Mary Jane interrupted him. "I get off in hour, if I can get her to come with me do you want join in?"
"Wait… what?" Peter exclaimed.
"I'm offering you a chance to have a three way with two hot girls, are you in?" she asked.
Peter stared at her dumbfounded for a long moment.
"Why would you… and me… I don't…" Peter stammered.
"I'm equally into boys and girls," Mary Jane said. "And honestly you see like you've had a bad time and could use a little fun. And you're probably the cutest guy to walk in here all month."
"I… uh… thanks," Peter said.
"Show your thanks with your tip," Mary Jane said with a wink as she walked away to go serve the two customers in the booth.
Peter began eating his meal, but kept glancing over at the booth where Mary Jane took the customers' order. A few minutes later she came back.
"Everything good here?" she asked.
"It's fine, I could use a little more coffee," Peter said.
"Sure thing Tiger," Mary Jane said.
She came back with a fresh pot of coffee and refilled Peter's mug.
"I don't think the three-way I promised will be happening," Mary Jane said. "Daddy there doesn't want to let his daughter out of his sight. But if you want to hook up when I get off…"
Peter sat there for a moment considering. Mary Jane might not have been quite as good looking as the blonde woman, but she was still fairly attractive. And frankly sex seemed like a good way to get his mind off of Gwen.
"I am most definitely in," Peter said between mouthfuls of scrambled eggs. "You have no idea how much I need this."
"Alright Tiger," Mary Jane said with a smirk. "Keep it in your pants for now though."
Felicia sat in the booth and watched as their waitress flirted with another customer. Across from her Walter sipped a cup of coffee. There was a radio on the edge of the counter that was quietly playing an all news station that was currently on a traffic update.
Just earlier the waitress had been flirting with Felicia; Felicia had been rather uncomfortable with the flirting as it was completely unfamiliar to her and her father had subtly told the waitress to stop. As she watched the waitress flirting with the male customer she found that he seemed perfectly fine with it.
Walter looked over to see what Felicia was looking at.
"Guess that little slut must be horny," Walter muttered before taking another sip of coffee.
"Slut? Horny?" Felicia asked not familiar with the terms.
Walter sighed. Felicia seemed to be extremely unfamiliar with a lot of things, it was though she had spent most of her life locked in a cell and for all he knew she had.
"A slut is a somewhat derogatory term for somebody who sleeps around or has sex with a lot of different people," Walter explained. "And being horny means that you really want to have sex and soon."
"Oh… I see," Felicia said still watching the waitress as she moved on to another customer. "Have I ever had sex?"
Walter had to turn his head quickly to avoid spitting his coffee out all over her. He coughed a few times as he grabbed some napkins from the dispenser to try and clean up.
"I'm sorry," Felicia said trying to help. "Did I ask something wrong?"
"Not exactly," Walter replied. "Your question is perfectly understandable; but that's not something that fathers and daughters talk about. Unless they've got a completely inappropriate relationship; which we don't have."
The waitress came hurrying over with a towel and a pot of coffee.
"Oh my what happened?" she asked.
"Oh nothing, just ended up needing to cough while I was drinking my coffee," Walter lied. "It's fine."
"Well here let me get you a refill," she said as she took his mug and refilled. "I'll send the bus boy over to mop this up."
She turned and head back behind the counter and then into the kitchen. Felicia looked up and noticed that the man the waitress had been flirting with was now watching them. All of a sudden he got up and began walking towards them. Felicia felt herself tense up, for some reason he made her nervous and she wasn't sure why. However he stopped at the edge of the counter and looked at the radio and turned the volume up.
"…was found dead in his home today," the news reporter on the radio said. "The cause of death has not been released because the police are currently investigate but foul play is suspected. Norman Osborn was fifty-three. His son Harry Osborn has not been reached for comment."
Felicia wasn't sure why but the man seemed somewhat upset by the story. She wondered if perhaps this Norman Osborn was a friend of his, or somebody he knew.
"Are you alright?" Felicia asked.
Peter looked up, surprised that the blonde woman was speaking to him. He turned the volume on the radio back down.
"I'm alright," he replied.
"Was Norman Osborn a friend of yours?" she asked.
Peter gave a wry smile.
"No, he was no friend," Peter replied. "He was the exact opposite."
She frowned a little confused.
"Felicia stay out of it," Walter said softly.
"Sorry to bother you," Felicia apologized.
Peter nodded his acknowledgement of her apology and went back to his seat. He only had a piece of toast left which he gobbled down. Mary Jane came by a couple minutes later to clear his plate and she set down his bill.
"Here's a little something else," she said handing him a napkin.
Peter took the napkin and looked at it to see she had written her phone number on it. There was also an imprint of lipstick stained lips.
"I'm off at 6:30," she said. "Meet out back, unless you've got other plans."
Peter pulled out his wallet and pulled out $15 and set it down on the counter.
"I'll see you then," Peter said as he stood up to leave.
He gave a small wave and Mary Jane winked at him as he left the diner.
Peter knew he had to get his blood sample refrigerator so that it didn't go bad, just in case he ended up spending a lot of time with Mary Jane. After leaving the diner he snuck into an alley and quickly changed into his Spiderman costume to go back to his Aunt May's home to refrigerate the sample.
Harry Osborn was in his father's office at Oscorp. It was early in the morning so the building was mostly empty and nobody was up on the top floor with the office was located.
Just three days prior Harry had learned that his father was actually the Green Goblin. The revelation had driven him to the point of insanity. Then he learned that his father had killed Gwen Stacy, a girl he had known for years who his best friend Peter was in love with. And now his father was dead, he'd shown up at the house impaled on his own goblin glider.
As much as it had pained Harry to do so he'd taken his father out of his Green Goblin get up. If the police discovered that he was the Green Goblin then there was a good chance that Oscorp would be taken away and Harry didn't want that. He had a son, Normie, with his on-again off-again girlfriend Liz Allen, and while Harry had not been a major factor in his now four year-old son's life he was determined not to be like his own father.
Now he was going through his father's computer and looking to find and destroy any connection his father had with the Green Goblin. It wasn't about protecting Norman's legacy, as far as Harry was concerned his father had gotten what he deserved. But Harry needed to protect the Osborn name for his future son.
Harry ended up finding a video file with his own name attached to it. He wondered what it was so curious he opened it up. The image of his father came up on the screen.
"Hello Harry," his father said. "If you're watching this then you must have learned that your father is the Green Goblin."
"More like Green murderer," Harry muttered under his breath.
"Perhaps you don't agree with my actions," Norman continued. "But that is because you don't know why I have been doing the things I have."
Suddenly across the room the bookcase slid open revealing a hidden door.
"Enter my private lab Harry and everything will be explained," Norman said.
The screen then went blank and Harry was left staring at the door to the private lab. His thoughts were racing, his father was a criminal; he was evil; he had killed people. But the question of why now nagged at Harry. Even if he didn't agree with his father's actions he wanted to know why he did what he did. But he also felt like if he did learn that then his life would be changed and probably not for the better.
Harry sat at the desk for a good five minutes trying to decide what to do. Eventually he slammed his fists on the desk and stood up and walked over to the door. There was a fingerprint reader to open it and he placed his hand on. The small screen confirmed his identity and the door slid open and Harry cautiously walked into his father's lab.
Hopefully by now the universe you the readers have an idea of the universe I'm trying to establish. I'm not sure how Mary Jane is going to be introduced in the newest movie''s universe so I made up my own way to introduce her. I don't think it's really a spoiler to admit that Harry is going to become the Green Goblin in the next chapter. However if you have any questions or comments feel free to leave a review and I'll happily respond to you either in PM or in my next Author's note.
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