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Chapter Three

"Need to find Gwen!" He said in his head.

One hour earlier…

Peter's weary eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful flower stand before him. He cleared his throat, approaching the elderly clerk with five dollars in his hands.

"What yah want kid?" Questioned the clerk grumpily.

"Uh, I just want to um uh buy a bunch of those roses. How much do they cost?"

"Oh. 4 bucks"

"Alright. You got change"

"Yah, sure, hurry this up kid!"

"Alright, geese!"

Peter angrily passed the crumbled five dollar bill over to the rude clerk, who lazily threw a dollar over to him, barely catching it as he mumbled fiercely as he carried the neatly bunched roses in his gloved hand.

"What a jerk!" He thought to himself as walked into the Bugle's entrance.

"Well, the elevator's more subtle than web-swinging, right?" He whispered to himself as he impatiently flickered the same button until the elevator door shut, sighing as he sniffed the flowers.

"Need to hurry this up, Gwen's waiting up at Oscorp. Wonder what Harry wants? Ever since the fiasco at the bar, it's been weird trying to talk to him. I thought it'd be best to leave him alone for a while to settle things with his dad. Hope they did"

The elevator finally opened up the the top floor the Daily Bugle, unveiling Peter the busy and clustering journalist and photographers shouting and loudly talkative, making their way back and forth.

"Times Square is worst than this place!"

His jaw fell over when he caught Jameson, his flaming eyes staring right at his face as he rushed over to him waving his reddish hands in irritation, his short cigar almost falling off from his mouth.

"Dam it Peter, you're late again!"

"It's just that my."

"Don't want to hear about how everyone noticed your zit in English class, okay! I've got bigger problems right now, and that's front page coverage, you got the photos of that web-slinging menace!" Jameson yelled fasted paced.

Peter scratched his head, handing Jameson over his blue school binder.

"What is this?"

"Uh, these are the pictures of Spider-Man fighting off burglars attempting to rob the Natural History Museum."

"Yeah right! He probably set up the entire thing to look like the big prancing hero everyone thinks he is!"

"Not his again" Peter quietly murmured.

"What was that?" Asked Jameson.

"Oh nothing!"

"Good, not get out of here, I don't want to see your face right now"

"Bye, bye J.J!"

Peter ran out, holding the roses behind his back, wiping the sweat off his face.

"Thank god I'm finally done with that Bozo!" He thought to himself as he ran out onto the rooftop of the Bugle, watching as hundreds of taxis stumbled onto one road into another beneath him. He smiled, placing the flowers gently next to him on the floor.

"Time to get going, Spidey!"

He grabbed his backpack, putting in front of him as he calmly took off his clothes, having his costume underneath.

"Wow, my outfit is more ragged than my love life"

He then languidly threw his street clothes into his backpack and sealed it shut, tightening up on his backpack as he kept the bunched up flowers in his gloved hand, jumping off the building as he shot a lace of webbing with his free hand, swinging freely towards the sunset, which was tough to ignore.

Meanwhile…

Gwen and Harry sat silently on the lobby counter of the luxurious Oscorp building, witnessing several businessmen and women stumble back and forth on their Bluetooth headsets as all their timid voices combined made a loud roaring that Harry was used to ever since he was a small child. He remembered the old days were he would play in his father's office and his office supplies, and break them, getting in deep trouble when his father returned. He turned his head to Gwen, who seemed really down and took this opportunity to get close to her.

"Gwen, what's wrong"

"Why'd you ask?"

"It's that you looked so depressed and I couldn't help but ask why"

"It's just that I feel Peter is using me like a toy"

"How exactly?"

"It's just that at first it seemed he really was into me and he treated me like I was the center of his universe and then when I, I felt we had trust and faith in each other it was over for him and now he's just pushing me away from him all the time, and that's why I'm afraid to get closer, I hate the feeling he's going to reject me again at any moment"

"I know how you feel"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Me and Peter, we used to be best buds in High School and ever since we graduated and my Dad became successful with the Neo-Genetics project it's like I'm just his pet"

"What do you mean?"

"Whenever Dad gets me something big and stupid, like a dumb sports car, Peter is suddenly my best friend again!"

"I guess Peter isn't who he seems"

"Yeah, you're telling me. It's hard because Peter's the only one who's stuck around with me since 7th Grade. He's one of my only close companions, and I can't just tell him to screw off! I just want somebody who appreciates me for me"

"Huh"

Harry and Gwen suddenly felt as if they were the only ones who existed in their own little worlds and couldn't stop thinking in each other because of that. Harry moved his head closer so hers, staring at her seemingly luscious lips as she tried to hold back what she was feeling inside for Harry. She never took the time to realize how Harry feels, his neglectful father, unhelpful friend and no one special for him. He had a right to be so sad and full of anger. She leaned over towards him, and as their lips were moments away from touching each other, A loud high pitch "Hi!" interrupted as they pulled back from each other nervously, only to find Peter, covered in dust handling Gwen dying crowded roses.

"What's this?"

"Oh, it's just some flowers I wanted to get you, to make up for last night"

"Oh, that's nice, and you didn't have to do this"

"No, I insist I can't let anything like that go by again"

"Thanks Peter"

Harry then padded Peter on the back, approaching him.

"Got any flowers for me"

"Ha, ha, ha! So where are we heading?"

"We're going to the pizza place downtown"

"Oh, great" Said Peter with a smile.

"Yeah, but I've got a surprise for you guys!"

"Really!"

"Come on upstairs"

The three young adults hurried their up the marvel, polished stairs, chatting as they did so. Suddenly, the building wobbled treacherously as the three were knocked down to the floor. An alarm rung loud beeping and red flashing lights as Harry and Gwen helped each other up. Peter cleared his throat, running down the stairs.

"Peter, where are going!" Yelled Harry in puzzlement.

"Sorry, I need to leave!" Shouted Peter back to him.

As Harry couldn't see Peter's body no longer with the grey cloudy smoke in the air covering space surrounding them, A bright flash of light coming from the end of the hallway, getting closer with massive speed. Harry, walking back slowly let his hand go of a crawling Gwen.

"Harry, help me up!" Gwen exclaimed with tears falling from her blue eyes.

"What?"

Harry, his eyes wider than the explosion itself it seemed tripped over Gwen's purse, falling badly down the flight of stairs as he accidently escaped the explosion, bashing his head onto the lobby floor, knocked out as blood from the back part of head spread out leisurely, as he mumbled little by little.

Back to the present…

As Spidey and Norman reached the vent exit, Spidey kicked the vent cover open with his booted feet, leaping out the rubble and wreckage caused by the explosion.

"What the hell happened here!" Screamed Spidey in terror.

"Scorpion must have set off one of the chemical containers, causing an explosion, no surprise Gargan was such an idiot"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"Now with that menace on the loose, NYC's a goner"

"Gwen and Harry!"

"What! Harry should have left by now with Peter and Gwen, right?"

"Jesus Christ! Where are they?"

Suddenly, out of the rubble crawled Harry, coughing out dust as the blood on his head dried up, barely able to walk as Spidey lifted him up carefully.

"Where's Gwen!" Asked Spidey seriously.

"No, not Gwen! I'm sorry Spider-Man!" Replied Harry, hopelessly as he fell to his knees.

"What happened?" Questioned Norman.

"Gwen isn't with us anymore!" Cried Harry.

Spider-Man, whimpering in pain looked up at the cracked ceiling. Angry at the world for taking away the love of his life, all he could do was cry, shout in emotional damage.

"No!" He cried piercingly.

He sniffed up the twinge he felt, cracking his neck and glared at Harry behind his mask.

"I need to find Gargan, now!"

Norman took a deep breath, holding Harry up.

"Look, why do you care so much about Gwen?"

"Uh, she and I,.."

"Peter? It's you!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is! Stop lying to us! That's why Gwen felt so.."

"Felt so what?"

"Nothing"

"Exactly, if we hadn't wasted our time coming here for some stupid pizza she'd still be alive"

"Hey, if you hadn't left!"

"I have my priorities and you could have saved her, coward!"

"Now this is not the time to fight, Gwen died, Harry is seriously hurt and many businessmen and women died today. We need to find Gargan before he causes more harm!"

"Your right Osborne. The toxic trails he left behind will be enough to trace him back into his presumable hiding place he's probably found by now"

"This was my fault too; I'll have the latest models of the Oscorp-bots accompanying you as well"

"Thanks, Osborne, let's head back to the main lab and get to finding those tracks, as for your useless son of yours, I think he'd be safer here"

Harry wiped the blood covered tears off his cheeks, spitting out more gore as he struggled to get a hold of the counter, growling angrily.

"You're just doing this because you've realized your guilt!"

"Maybe so, but it'll be both our guilt that'll torments us"