Peter woke up early to his alarm clock. He smiled, realizing that he hadn't smashed it to bits like the first few he bought during his college year. After eating breakfast, brushing his teeth, and showering, he pulled on his Spider-Man suit, grabbed his backpack, and embarked on an early morning patrol of the city.

Swinging through sleek skyscrapers and nearly hitting every obstacle in sight always helped Peter focus on something other than his personal troubles. With the wind in his face, ears, and basically everywhere else he could enjoy himself. His alter ego, Spider-Man, always gave him new outlets to take his anger out on. He didn't beat on criminals just because; he did it to stop them. Besides, he didn't do overkill. He never let himself get too carried away, unless it involved Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy.

Spider-Man landed effortlessly on the edge of a building that overlooked a large portion of Manhattan. He didn't want to let himself think, but he couldn't help it. He was only human after all. What he did to Harry, was that really overkill? He couldn't know for sure. Didn't he deserve that for killing Gwen? One part of him answered yes while the other answered no. Peter held his masked head in his hands.

"I don't need this," Peter growled through his mask.

He jumped off the building and made a thwipping motion to create a web to swing from. Unfortunately, no web thwipped. Panicking, he tried a second time. He imagined splatting against the pavement below. No webs?! Wait, no webs. HARRY, Peter angrily thought to himself before thwipping with his left web shooter instead. It worked. He sighed with relief and used the web to crash land on top of a shorter building.

Spider-Man tumbled onto the roof, ripping several small holes in his costume. He felt a couple scrapes on his knees, elbows, and hands. If he hadn't gotten so many from learning to skateboard, he would have reacted to the pain a lot more. Instead, he winced and stood. He quickly put on some normal clothes over his suit and threw his gloves, boots, and mask into his backpack.

After getting down to street level, he took a cab to Harry's house. The traffic gave him time to cool down a bit. He knew that if he could count on his web shooters he would have been to Harry's house and back ten times by now.

Once he did arrive, he knew he couldn't just climb in through a window. He noticed countless maids and butlers cleaning inside. Peter had almost grown accustomed to entering every place through a window rather than the door. Reluctantly, he knocked on the large front door.

A butler opened the door after a few minutes passed and greeted, "Good morning, sir, can I help you?"

"I came by to see Harry," Peter answered sheepishly. "Is he home?"

The butler eyed him. He could always count on his social awkwardness with strangers to make him not seem like a punk kid. At least he hoped so.

"Mr. Osborn requested that you should never enter his mansion under any circumstances. If you do, I'm afraid we'll have to have security escort you out," the butler answered before promptly slamming the door in his face.

Peter blinked a couple times. Harry wouldn't even think about letting him in? He never wanted to see him? Peter found this hard to believe. He understood Harry hating him, but it's not like he had anyone else to talk to. Peter was the closest thing Harry had to a friend and he was just going to shut him out? He remembered Harry being the desperate type. Regardless of Harry obviously wanting nothing to do with him, Peter needed web fluid and he wouldn't give up until he got it.

He noticed a window on the first floor that was cracked open. After looking inside and making sure no one saw him, he climbed inside. Quietly, he snuck over to the stairs. He found himself looking straight up at a woman who looked like she'd drank too much the night before.

She looked down at Peter from halfway down the stairs and said, "Harry is still asleep."

All Peter could do was stare at her. Her tight dress didn't hide much. Why did Harry have some skank at his house? He thought for sure Harry and Felicia were a thing, or were going to be. The woman smiled as she passed him and left out the front door.

Okay, he thought. She said Harry was asleep. I'll just wait for him to wake up, get dressed, and come out to eat breakfast. Then I can talk to him.

Peter snuck up the stairs. He made sure no butlers, maids, or anyone else saw him as he made his way to the living room. If he waited there Harry would show up eventually. Once he walked over to the couches he stopped dead in his tracks. A sleeping Harry lay on a couch in front of him. He still wore his party clothes, presumably from last night.

Slowly, he sat down in a couch perpendicular to the one Harry slept in. He had a lot of questions about that woman he saw earlier, but he mostly cared about the web fluid and why Harry refused to give it to him. Harry's personal life could wait. Sick of waiting for the most likely hungover billionaire to wake up, Peter kicked the couch. It moved a couple inches. Harry shifted and rubbed his eyes. Groaning, he sat up. Once he noticed Peter, he glared at him.

"I expected to wake up to a pretty girl, not you," Harry spat.

"A pretty girl, huh? She wouldn't happen to be a bleached blond in a chartreuse dress, would she? She left," Peter replied, smiling.

"Did you break in here?" Harry asked, rubbing his head.

The last thing he wanted to deal with was Peter and his stupid problems. His hangover only made it worse. Almost everywhere seemed to hurt, or maybe his headache was just getting to him.

Peter held up his hands and answered, "I didn't break anything. I just came to ask for the web fluid."

"That again? Ugh, it's the weekend. I'm not going to Oscorp today."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it. I was on a patrol this morning and nearly fell to my death because I ran out. Luckily my other web shooter still had some fluid."

"What a news story that would have been," Harry sighed.

Peter expected Harry to openly wish he died, but the way he answered didn't exactly express that. It seemed more neutral, between wishing it had happened and thankful that it didn't. Either that or Harry wasn't surprised Peter survived. Spider-Man wouldn't die as easily as a normal person.

"So, could I have some?" Peter asked rudely.

"You barge into my house and expect me to just hand it over? Yeesh, next thing you know the web fluid might cease to exist," Harry replied.

"You wouldn't dare," Peter growled as he stood up.

"Don't even try, Parker. I've got bodyguards in my house now. If one of us yells or breaks something they're bound to hear it. They might even call the police."

"Bodyguards?" Peter said, confused.

"Yeah, bodyguards. Do you really think I was just going to let you beat on me forever? I'm sick and tired of lying about where all these cuts, bruises, and broken bones come from," Harry shot, gesturing to himself.

"To this day I still wonder why you haven't told anyone my secret," Peter said with clenched fists.

"Because it's leverage. I'm not going to waste it," Harry replied with a smirk.

Peter tried not to shift. He thought Harry was just being considerate. The Harry Osborn he knew as a kid contrasted from the one before him now. People changed. Peter was sure he was different, too.

After taking a deep breath, he once again asked, "Could I please have some web fluid?"

Harry studied Peter for a moment before answering, "If you're willing to pay for it."

"What? Pay for it?" Peter exclaimed but tried not to yell, fearing the bodyguards.

"Don't push it or I'll make you pay for all the web fluid you've previously taken."

Peter shook his head. He knew Harry just wanted to get back at him.

Reluctantly he agreed and asked, "Okay. How much?"

"I'm not sure yet. That stuff has never been on the market before so I'd have to consult some people about what the pricing would be."

Peter struggled to keep his complaints to himself.

"Harry, I need some now," Peter said as politely as he possibly could.

"You can fight with one web shooter, can't you? Besides, you should try to conserve that stuff as much as possible and not waste it," Harry dismissed.

"I use it to travel," Peter protested.

"Take a cab."

"That costs money which I apparently need to buy this stuff now."

"Not my problem," Harry said, crossing his arms and grinning.

"You have no idea how badly I want to punch your smug face right now," Peter growled with one fist clenched and pointing a finger at Harry.

Harry sighed, "Then leave. I'll call you when I have a price. Until then, make do with what you have."

Peter wanted to push to get the webs sooner, but he decided against it. He would just have to manage without. As an adult he'd already managed without a lot of things.

Peter started to turn to leave, but asked, "Before I leave, who was that girl?"

Not wanting to act surprised, Harry narrowed his eyes into an even more intense glare.

"Why do you care? Is your love life so bland that you have to ask me about mine?" he shot.

Peter replied off guard, "No. I was just curious if you were seeing someone or just in a one night stand phase or something."

Harry gave him an annoyed look and didn't respond. Whoever she was, Harry didn't intend on sharing.

"Fine, I get it. We're not friends anymore and all that bull shit," Peter mumbled angrily, staring down at the floor. "I guess I'll see you later, or something."

"Yeah," Harry scoffed, very much wanting Peter to leave.

Dying to escape Harry's venomous gaze, Peter quickly turned around and walked down the stairs in a sneaky manner. He left through the same window he came in through. As he left down the street he had an urge to look back at the mansion, however, he didn't want to awaken old memories. Biting the inside of his cheek, he continued walking away. He always hurt less if he walked away.