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Aunt May sat quietly in her chair sipping a cup of tea and staring out at the view from her house over the garden. She was relaxing in the new house that. Harry had gotten for her after the last one was attacked by a Green Goblin from another universe. This house, Harry had said, contained some of the most sophisticated protective technology on the planet. Nothing unauthorised would be able to penetrate its walls. It was safer than even Area 51.

Sometimes she would get visits from various S.H.I.E.L.D agents to check she was ok and a few times, even the great Tony Stark had come. He particularly liked her pumpkin pie.

Today, May was thinking a lot about her nephew and all of the things he sacrificed, to help keep the city safe from those who would want to see it destroyed. The bravery he had shown and the willingness to put himself in such danger, all to repay the guilt he had over his dear Uncle Ben's death. To this day, May didn't think even she could have mustered up the courage to take the same steps as Peter had done.

And now, Harry Osborn had taken on the mantel of Spider-Man, after all the things he had gone through. May felt so sorry for him. Harry was not brought up with the same love and attention that Peter had got. Harry's father was a cruel man, who used his relationships with his family, only to further his work and not because he truly cared for them. How had Harry turned out to be such a respectable young man? May felt honoured to know him and to have him carry on Peter's legacy. A small tear rolled down May's face as she recalled these memories.

May turned and switched on the radio sat next to her, so she could hear the day's news. What she heard next, brought a lump to her throat and more tears to her eyes.

"It is my great pleasure to announce," Harry's voice came over the radio, "that today I announce the formation of the Ben and Peter Parker foundation for those in unfortunate circumstances. It is my mission, to remember the hero of New York and the man who inspired him, by helping those who are less fortunate that ourselves and get them out into the world, prepared and ready to make something of themselves. Ready to show those fat cats in suits, that it is the ordinary citizens that make a country work and we need to look after those people, so that they can have a prosperous life, but that our country too has a future. If we neglect our citizens, then we neglect our country. I have had a fortunate life. I was brought up not having to do much for myself, but I resented that. I resented having that silver spoon in my mouth. I wanted the opportunity to do things for myself and forge my own path, without it being dictated for me. This is what my foundation hoped to achieve. We will provide the money to those who need it most for them to chose their path and we will be there to help them in their decisions. I have seen this in great charities across the world. In the UK, they have the Prince's Trust and it had helped so many people over the years. Now I am not comparing myself to Prince Charles, but I have he means to make a difference here in America and I want to take it."

"And that was Harry Osborn earlier announcing his new foundation," the radio announcer said.

Aunt May turned off the radio and sat back in her chair. That boy really is special, she thought. She remembered at how much Harry had doubted himself over his worthiness to take over from Peter as Spider-Man, but with this he had definitely proved himself.

There was a knock at the door. Aunt May stood and went to answer it. Before she did, she bent down and looked through the eye piece in the door, just to check who was standing there. To her delight, Harry himself was there, along with Gwen. May opened the door and threw her arms around Harry.

"Oh my dear boy, thank you," she said, tears beginning to fall down her face.

They moved inside and shut the door.

"I hope you will forgive me that I didn't talk to you about it before. It was rather a sudden decision and I wanted it to be a surprise," Harry said.

"Harry Osborn, you have made me the happiest person on the planet, of course you are forgiven. It is a wonderful way to remember Ben and Peter. I am sure lots of people will benefit from your generosity."

"I hope so," Harry replied. "I am here as well to ask you, would you like to be a member of the board and have some shares in the foundation? I will happily give you some of mine, so you can have a say in where the money goes, they were your husband and nephew after all. I barely knew Uncle Ben and Peter was my best friend."

"My dear boy, Peter was like a brother to you. You became part of the family. I think you are probably more Parker than you are Osborn."

With that comment, a small tear came to Harry's eyes.

"Now, would you like a drink either of you?" Aunt may asked.

"Don't worry," Gwen said as Aunt May began to stand up, "I'll go and get them. You rest."

Gwen got up and went to the kitchen and began to prepare the drinks. Whilst she was gone Aunt May and Harry talked.

"So when are you going to ask her to marry you?" Aunt May asked.

"Aunt May," Harry said, false shock filling his voice.

"Hey, I said you were part of the family. It is the mother's job to ask her children these questions and as your mother is no longer around, I thought I was your next best thing. So, when are you two going to get hitched?"

"I have been thinking about it and after everything we have been through, my mind has turned to it more and more."

Aunt May had a beaming smile on her face. She leant over to a box beside her chair and reached inside. When she came back up, I her hand was another smaller box. Harry had an idea of what might be inside this box.

"This is my grandmother's ring. I want you to take this and use it for Gwen."

"Aunt May, I can't accept this. This is too precious for you to give away, I am not even your son."

"Harry Osborn, were you just not listening? You are now apart of this family, you are like my other son I never had. I have lost the only other person I could call son, so I can't give that honour to him. Please take this and make an honourable husband for a wonderful woman."

She thrust the box into Harry's hand and he took it rather tentatively.

"Thank you," he whispered, emotion once again filling his voice.

The clinking of cups on a tray indicated Gwen returning from he kitchen and Harry quickly hid the little box in his pocket, right under the mask that was in there.

"Here we go," Gwen said as she came back in. "Tea is served."

"Here, let me pour," Harry said.

He poured three cups and handed them out to Gwen and Aunt May, keeping one for himself.

"So what were you two talking about whilst I was in the kitchen?" Gwen asked.

Harry looked nervously at Aunt May, who gave an encouraging smile and nod, a twinkle in her eye.

"Umm, we were, umm," Harry stuttered over his words.

Plucking up the courage, Harry put his cup down and reached into his pocket, fumbling for a moment as he tried to retrieve the box from under his mask. He finally brought the box out and moved down onto one knee in front of Gwen.

"Gwen Stacy, you have helped me through some of the toughest times in my life and I couldn't imagine life without you. Will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Harry opened the ring box and presented it to Gwen. She sat there in shock. It took her a moment to digest what had just happened.

"Harry," she began, the words escaping from her. "Harry, yes. Yes I will marry you."

The two of them embraced each other in a tight embrace, while Aunt May looked on beaming. The two withdrew from each other and Harry took the ring from the box and placed it onto Gwen's right hand. They kissed again.

Their warm embrace was not to last for long though. The room was suddenly lit in a bright orange glow and there was a large crash from out in the garden. Harry and Gwen burst apart as Harry got into a defensive position in front of both Gwen and Aunt May.

"What was that?" Aunt May asked in horror.

Harry slowly stood up and moved over to the window. Outside, the garden had been torn up and there was a flaming mess at the bottom. As he watched, Harry saw the flaming mess moved and stand up. The flames began to die as the figure looked around at the devastation they had caused. As the smoke cleared, Harry could see that the figure was wearing a Fantastic Four suit. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, was standing in Aunt May's back garden.

"What is it?" Gwen asked.

"It isn't a what, it is a who. It's the Human Torch," Harry replied.

"Johnny Storm? Here?" Gwen asked, slightly fangirling.

Harry noticed his fiancée's reaction.

"Hey, don't forget we have just got engaged."

"I know, but you can't deny he isn't handsome."

"Well are we going to see what he wants?" Aunt May asked.

"Good idea," Harry said. "I haven't had anything to do with the Fantastic Four, I wonder why he is here."

Harry went through the kitchen to the back door and placed his hand over a scanner next to the door. This was one of the many ways the house was protected. The scanner accepted his print and the door unlocked. Harry pulled it open and moved out onto the top step.

"Hey there," Johnny said. "I seem to have made a little mess here, sorry."

"What do you want?" Harry asked.

"Are you Spider-Man?"

"No, why would you asked that?" Harry looked around at the neighbouring houses to see if anyone was out listening.

"Oh sorry," Johnny said, realisation hitting him. "Can I come inside?"

"Why?"

"I need to get in touch with Spider-Man. I had better get out of the open as well. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention."

Harry thought for a moment and then beckoned him in.

"Just don't set the house on fire."

"I'll try not to," Johnny laughed as he walked up the steps and past Harry into the house.

Harry moved back inside and closed the door, the lock clicking into place.

"So do you know where I can find Spider-Man? I was told I would be able to find him here."

"Who told you he would be here?" Harry asked.

"Director Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. He told me that Harry Osborn would know. Now I know you are Harry Osborn."

"Phil Coulson, I thought I had heard the last of him," Harry said, his teeth grinding.

"So you do know Director Coulson. Do you know Spider-Man?"

At this moment, Aunt May and Gwen moved into the kitchen.

"Whoah, you are Mrs Parker, Peter Parker's Aunt. I was great friends with Peter as Spider-Man. I am so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Aunt May said.

"Wait..." Johnny suddenly had an epiphany, "you," he pointed at Harry. "You are Spider-Man," he said accusingly. "You lied to me."

"Why would you say that?" Harry asked.

"Because I was told that I would find Spider-Man here and you are with the Aunt of the former Spider-Man. Even an idiot should be able to make he connection."

"I am going to kill Coulson," Harry said.

"Harry Osborn, that is not the attitude to take," Aunt May admonished. She turned to Johnny, "young man, we would appreciate it if you kept this top secret. We would rather that information does not get out."

"Absolutely, I will keep it shtum."

"We had better go somewhere more private," Harry said. "Do you have any civilian clothing?"

"No, I can't exactly carry most clothing with me, it kind of all burns away."

"How fast can you run?"

"Fairly fast," Johnny replied. "Why?"

"Because you need to get into my car without anyone seeing. Oh by the way, my driver doesn't know I am Spider-Man. You are here to talk to me about some role the Fantastic Four want to play in my new foundation." Harry thought of the excuse off the top of his head.

"You have a driver?"

"Yes I do. Aunt May it was a pleasure to see you and thank you so much for the ring. I think we are going to have a great life together, Gwen and I."

"It was an honour to do it and to witness your engagement. Good luck to the both of you," she embraced the both of them. "Now you had better go and deal with this young gentleman."

They made their final good byes and headed to the door. Harry told Johnny to wait until they had gotten to the car and opened the door, before he ran and jumped in. Gwen got in next and then Harry, who with a final wave to Aunt May, got in and shut the door. With a quick explanation to the driver about why a strange man wearing spandex had gotten into the car, they were on their way back to the house.

Instead of pulling up to the front, the car went round the back, to a small alley that ran behind the row of houses. The three of them clambered out and went into the house. Before they had gotten there, Harry had sent an alert to Ben and Miles to have the house ready for a guest and to make sure they were weren't there, so their identities could be protected.

"In you go," Harry said, as he unlocked the door and ushered Johnny in.