I've been through the entire city, thought Spider-Man as he swung back home, no sign of Harry or Mary Jane. Maybe I was overreacting, maybe Harry did just go out to get a copy of the Bugle or Post, and maybe MJ just came back home and is just as worried about me as I was about her. Maybe I should just go home, apologize and- Peter's thought was cut short as he saw Harry and MJ in his house. He swung in and kicked Osborn across the room.

"Stay away from my wife, Harry." said Peter, "Don't drag her into this anymore than you already have."

"He wasn't going to, Peter." said MJ, "That's what he wanted to tell me. He just wanted to let me know that he would never want to hurt me no matter what."

"But I thought-"

"Always thinking the worst of me, Peter." said Harry.

"Well, it's kind of easy to worry when I see a super villain with my wife." said Peter.

"It really is, Harry." said MJ. Without a word, Harry left.

After a few weeks, the Osborn Foundation townhouse was done with the exception of interior decorating. The night after the building was completed, Harry took his family to see the inside of the building.

"This is really coming along well," said Liz, "I'm so proud of you, Harry."

"I'm not doing it," said Harry, "I'm not the one of whom you should be proud." Harry gestured toward a portrait of Norman Osborn, "He's doing this. His spirit is motivating this entire project. I'm doing this for him." Suddenly Liz's watch beeped.

"Oh, I've got to get back home or the chicken won't be done by suppertime." she said

"Okay, Liz," said Harry, "see you later." Liz left. Harry sat down in an armchair in front of the portrait, a glass of scotch in his hand.

"I know you'd be proud of me, Dad." said Harry to the portrait as though he was talking to Norman himself, "I've got a great family, OsCorp is still number one, and I've done all this in your name. But something tells me that won't satisfy you, but I know what will. You know that big gala opening, this week? I've invited a lot of people. Policitians, business bigwigs, all the high and mighty jackasses who tried to take over your business, tried to upstage you, or tried to shut you down, who smiled to your face but sneered behind your back. And the gala is where I get revenge." Harry got angrier, "This townhouse is rigged up with enough explosives to level a city block. Once all of them have settled in, boom, nothing's left but ash and bone. I'll blow those sneers right off their faces. But there's one thing I won't do, Dad, I won't make the same mistake you did, I won't. I won't forget my family!" Harry crushed the glass in his hand, "I won't. They mean everything to me."