Sorry for the late update, personal shit was going on, seeing a therapist, blah blah blah. I don't know how I feel about this one, but here you go.

"Hey you two!" Gwen smiled as she hugged them both, Peter was warm and welcoming while Harry was a little cold and distracted. Gwen looked to Peter for an answer. He just smiled and shrugged. He wrapped his arm around Harry who instantly jumped at the contact, "Okay?" Peter asked; it wasn't like Harry to be jumpy. At least not when Peter wasn't intentionally trying to scare him.

"Yeah." Harry shrugged and smiled at him, feigning a confused looked.

Gwen looked between the two and turned to head inside. They were directed to a table quickly and Harry practically crushed himself into the corner of the booth and started fidgeting with his jacket and biting his lip.

Peter sat beside him and Gwen sat across, "So Harry, you're doing better?"

Harry shrugged not bothering to look in her direction much, "As good as I can get. Pete's been a huge help of course."

Peter smirked, "I do what I can do." Harry managed to smile at him for that.

She nodded, "I'm glad."

"So Gwen, who's this romantic interest of yours?" Peter asked wiggling his eyebrows.

She laughed, "Derek, he's probably just getting out of work."

"Where's he work?" Peter questioned sipping on his coke.

"He's actually a full time student, does little side jobs here and there."

Peter's eyes went to Harry who was staring out the window now. Well Harry was proving to be antisocial, not that he was ever really social to begin with but he would at least pretend to pay attention. Like he would during those office meetings Peter had the pleasure of standing in on once in a while.

"Well he still needs the Parker stamp of approval." Peter remarked pointing his straw at her.

"I didn't give you two a stamp of approval." She stated.

Harry whipped his head around suddenly involved in the conversation, "You told her about us?"

Peter blushed, "Y-Yeah… We were in class the other day and it kind of came up." Peter shrugged his shoulders weakly admitting some sort of defeat.

Harry sighed and slouched in his seat, "Right."

"Are you mad?" Peter asked giving Harry his best puppy dog face.

Harry elbowed him, "No Pete, I'm not mad."

"Good because I've been thinking about posting an article about it in the paper." Peter said ruffling Harry's perfect hair, he earned a life threatening scowl for that one.

"You do that and I swear you'll wake up without your dick." Harry stated attempting to fix his now chaotic hair.

"But that goes both ways my dear Harry, for without it how am I to-"

Harry elbowed him harder in the ribs causing Peter to groan and Gwen to burst into laughter, "I think we should do this more often."

Harry smiled coming around a little more, "So Gwen, did you find a new job?" He asked taking a sip of his water.

She shook her heard, "Actually it's kind of the reason why I asked you guys to lunch."

Peter stopped groaning and looked at her, "Huh?"

She bit her lip, "I'm going to England at the end of this month."

Peter blinked, "Seriously?"

Harry stayed quiet but seemed to nod.

She put her hands to mouth excitedly, "I got a free ride over there to study, it's part of the reason I quit at OsCorp. I don't know how long I will be gone for, probably a few years depending on how long I wanna continue there. It turned out Derek is going there as well."

Peter frowned, "So this is like a goodbye lunch?"

"No, it's more of a me letting you know now so you guys can see me off by the end of this month lunch." She said crossing her arms.

Harry spoke up, "We'll be there."

"Of course! It's not going to be the same around here though, who's gonna keep us in line?" Peter argued, he was really going to miss Gwen. But he was glad she was taking the opportunity.

"Speak for yourself." Harry jibed.

The waitress came a few minutes later and they all ordered, Gwen taking care of Derek's order, he was only a few minutes away apparently. When she asked if their bills were together or separate Harry said together and refused to argue any other way. Gwen thanked him and Peter put his arm around him, "You're the best."

Harry rolled his eyes and Peter quickly snuck a kiss on the cheek causing Harry's face to heat up.

"Harold."

Harry swore the entire place when quiet. Even if that wasn't the case he felt like it had, and that the world had stopped turning; because Norman fucking Osborn was standing at the end of the booth with his lackeys behind him. His fucking father. He felt Peter grip his leg from under the table. Fucking splendid.

"Norman." Harry replied meeting his fathers eyes.

"I figured you were with Parker, are you sleeping with my son Mr. Parker? I should have figured as much, he's always carried a torch for you. Though I cannot imagine why, if you're anything like your father."

Harry saw red and stood up, leaned over Peter to yank his father by his stupidly expensive tie. He lifted his arm to throw a punch in, Peter of course stopped him before actual contact was made. Gwen had her hand over her mouth in shock. At this point everyone in the restaurant was watching them, but Harry had lost interest in caring.

His fathers lackeys looked about ready to jump him.

Norman just smirked at his son who was shaking aggressively now, glaring daggers at his father. As close as he was to his face he could smell the alcohol on his breath. Drunk in the middle of the day, real responsible.

"Harry… Let go." Peter said calmly helping Harry release his grip on the tie. Eventually he got Harry to get back, but his eyes never left Normans.

"What I do in my life Norman isn't any of your concern." He spat, he needed to control his anger. He wasn't going to blow up here, he wouldn't give Norman the satisfaction.

"I see you aren't any better at dealing with your anger. Have you taken it out of Parker yet?"

Harry didn't say a word, he didn't have anything to say. He was really focusing on not attacking the asshole. He wished he'd just fucking leave; what was he even doing in a damn Olive Garden anyways?

"He can be quite the little bitch Parker, I'd watch out if I were you."

Peter stepped out of the booth and faced Norman, "Mr. Osborn I know we've never gotten along that well but as you can see we're having a little friendly luncheon here and well, we would appreciate it if you left." Peter smiled as best as he could because he really wanted to avoid a scene. Though he shared Harry's desire to sock the asshole.

Norman smirked at Peter, which was making Peter get more pissed by the second, "I see you left the company Ms. Stacy, shame you'd waste your talent for someone as useless as Harold."

Gwen stood up but before she got a word in Peter reacted by swinging his arm and landing a punch square on Normans jaw practically causing the man to fall over. Peter prevented that by yanking him up by the collar, "I'd appreciate it if you left, now."

In that moment the manager came over shouting at them to get out if they were going to make a scene, Norman straightened himself out and to everyone's surprise he apologized, "Forgive me, I am leaving now. It was a pleasure you three."

Harry glared daggers at him all the way out, watching him get into his car from their window, fucking bastard has seen they were in there and came in to torment them. Norman Osborn didn't fucking eat at Olive Garden.

"Are you guys alright?"

Everyone looked over to see a red headed man approach them. He looked about as shocked and confused as everyone else in the place.

"Derek." Gwen got up and hugged him, "Peter, Harry this is Derek, Derek these are my friends."

Derek nodded to them both, "Nice to finally meet you two."

Harry nodded distractedly still pissed as Peter saluted him, "Red head. Fun."

Gwen rolled her eyes and had Derek sit, "What was that all about anyways?"

Peter looked at Harry who sighed, "Just some drunk asshole who doesn't know how to shut his mouth."

"I was impressed by that punch though, you lift?" Derek asked to Peter.

"Something like that."