A woman carefully read through a stack of papers Peter had handed her. He never thought applying to be an intern as Oscorp would take so much paperwork. At least some was already done by his college professor.

The woman said, "All right, you're all set, Peter Parker. We'll email you when you're accepted into the program. Between you and me, you're practically guaranteed to get in. Most interns would kill for such high marks in science classes."

"Thanks," he replied, forcing a smile.

"Have a nice day."

As soon as he turned around, the corners of his mouth dropped. He started to remember some of the reasons he had avoided this place. It reminded him of his father. For years he believed that his parents up and left him. Peter loved science and finding solutions to complex problems, but he couldn't help but feel haunted by how his father had died. Norman Osborn had been after him. He sent people to hurt both of his parents.

Peter glanced up at the glass elevator. Harry was up there somewhere doing who knows what. Harry had caused the death of his girlfriend. Norman had caused the death of his mother and father. Who else would the Osborns take from him?

If Harry ends up being anything like his father, I might lose someone else, Peter thought to himself.

He found himself entering the elevator. The little visitor's sticker with his name scribbly written on it seemed to keep wandering eyes from staring at him for too long. Web fluid used to be in its usual little room. After the spiders had been killed off, it wasn't guarded as heavily. He'd only seen Oscorp scientists test it a couple times. No one really seemed to care for it.

Walking down a hallway, he thought, Why would Harry just move it? Where would he move it to?

Stopping dead in his tracks, Peter looked down at his feet. It had to be in the underground levels. However, the clearance needed for those levels was the highest clearance. Only Harry, Felicia, and maybe a few select others would have that.

He decided to give up for the day. For the time being, he needed a supply of money if he ended up paying for the web fluid. That meant it was another picture day for Spider-man.

Peter exited the elevator only to come face-to-face with Felicia. She simply looked on at him with those strange, glassy eyes. Awkwardly, he coughed and walked around her. He hoped she wouldn't tell Harry she had seen him. The last thing he needed was being denied this internship.

"Peter," she called from behind him.

He stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't quite sure why when he could have just ignored her and moved on. Reluctantly turning to face Felicia, a guilty feeling came over him. It was like he was a kid caught scoping out the cookie jar.

"Y-yeah?" he replied awkwardly.

Felicia asked, "Have you, um, talked to Harry lately?"

The hesitation in her voice sounded off coming from her. He carefully watched the way her fingers tightly held her tablet and how her eyes conveyed a sense of worry. He'd never seen them show any emotion at all.

"A day or two ago. Why?"

"He's just been acting a little off." She paused for a moment, as she glanced at her tablet, and then added, "I need to go."

Peter watched her turn and walk to the elevator. He wasn't sure what she meant exactly and he didn't intend to stick around and find out. He needed to make some money for his web fluid. A lot of it. Fast.