Venom always listened to me. He was fueled by my emotions, specifically my rage. I don't know what this new symbiote is elicited by. He could be the opposite of Venom or maybe just stronger. Whatever it is, he isn't listening to me. I can't control him. He isn't trying to control me. That's all assuming I still have the symbiote.

I heave a sigh. This is stupid. I've been up here for nearly an hour pacing around trying to figure out if this Anti-venom symbiote is somewhere in me. For all I know my father is being cautious. The symbiote is probably gone.

"Psst, Harry, over here!" someone whisper-yells from behind me.

Turning on my heels, I see Spider-man atop a ledge. Finally, someone who should answer my questions. I quickly walk over to him.

He adds, "I'm glad that you're awake."

"What's going on? I found this in our kitchen," I say, holding out the fabric from his suit.

He nervously rubs the back of his neck.

"Your dad and I kind of had a fight. I came by to try to apologize, but he didn't take it too well. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about what happened to you."

"Is Anti-venom still inside of me?"

We're both silent. His white eyes stare down at me.

"Spider-man, answer me!" I shout, throwing the torn piece of his suit on the ground.

"I don't know," he sighs. "We did tests, scans, everything we could. Shield didn't find anything, but they were searching for Venom since that was the symbiote their systems were familiar with."

"Why would you let me go if this thing could still be in me? Why wouldn't you try to get rid of it?"

"We couldn't find anything to get rid of. It was just gone. And your dad wanted you home. I had to let him take you."

I can't believe him. It's like he didn't even try to get rid of Anti-venom.

Pointing at myself, I yell up at him, "Do you know what it's like to have some slimy goo take over your body and attempt to murder your father?! I don't want that to happen again. Get this disgusting thing out of me!"

He leaps down and lands in front of me.

"Harry, unless the symbiote shows itself again, I can't," he explains, touching my shoulder.

"Get away from my son!" I hear my father demand from behind me.

I turn my head to see him in his Iron Patriot armor. Spider-man instantly backs away.

"I don't want any trouble, Norman. I just came by to apologize to Harry," Spider-man insists, raising his hands.

My father says to him, "Oh, you should be doing much more than apologizing. Do you want to explain to him how he was in a month-long coma? How that symbiote you let Octavius attach to him left another boy unable to use his legs? How you did absolutely nothing to protect him when you had promised me that you would personally watch him? You're hardly worthy of being called a hero, Spider-man. Because of your incompetence I've nearly lost my son multiple times. I will never let that happen again."

He lands next to me and approaches Spider-man. The two stare at each other for the longest time. No one mentioned that I was in a coma before, or for a month for that matter. And that I hurt someone. I glance over at Spider-man myself.

"Norman, I needed his help."

"Shut up! Get out of here. I never want to see you around here ever again. And if I do I swear that I will make you bleed."

Spider-man visibly shrinks down. My father's condescending words are getting to him. I've never seen him talk to someone this way before. Not even me.

"Dad—" I begin.

His glare remains on Spider-man while he blurts, "Harry, get back inside."

"But I—"

"NOW."

Reluctantly, I retreat indoors. A pit grows in my stomach. I feel guilty for leaving Spider-man at the wrath of my father. Leaning against the door, I listen for any sign of a fight.

I hear Spider-man say, "You saw what Hydra did. Carnage symbiotes were everywhere! Harry had a bit of anti-venom left in his system. That's all I came for that night. He had the only thing that would lead to a cure."

What?! Spider-man said there wasn't any sign of the symbiote. Why would he lie about that?

"You didn't even ask me," my father growls. "You broke in like the criminal that Jameson claims you are. What if you had hurt Harry or even killed him in the process of getting that supposed cure?"

"Harry is symbiote-free because of me."

"He wouldn't have had a symbiote if it wasn't for you!" he yells, shooting something. "When will you learn that you cause the danger you have to save people from?"

It all goes silent again. My hand curls up against the door. Did he hit Spider-man? Metal stomps on the pavement towards the door. Quickly, I stand up and run downstairs, finding refuge in my room.