A/N: Rest in Peace Maya Angelou.

Chapter Ten

"I do my best because I'm counting on you counting on me."

—Maya Angelou

Peter was out being Spiderman for the evening because taking the weekend off was a concept foreign to villains these days. It was also always in Times Square, which is highly unoriginal. Still, Peter left the manor donning his red and blue suit and willingly leaving the comfort and safety of the home to protect the citizens of New York. Yeah, Harry scored on his boyfriend. As per usual, Harry was in his studying looking at paperwork and considering what needed his attention right now and then when he felt hands grip his shoulders. Harry was instantly alert because Peter's hands were always gentle when they touched him and this was firm, with whoever this was fingers digging into his skin.

"Harry Osborn," the rough, phlegm-filled voice spoke.

Harry remained silent.

"An eligible bachelor like you home on a Friday night. Peculiar," the voice rasped.

Again, Harry remained silent.

"Speechless, are we?" The voice spoke once more, releasing his hold on Harry just a bit, before placing a contraption on his wrist, keeping him bound to the chair. His perpetrator stepped in front of him.

The figure was wearing all black, cloaked in a black cape with the hood up.

Harry wiggled his free hand to his pocket where he had thankfully kept his phone. As the figure turned away, his fingers slid into his pocket and struggled to unlock the phone and reach the dial pad to call Peter. He typed in the familiar number and pressed send, praying to any type of higher power that Peter would answer and hear his capturer.

"It seems like you're a fair price. Capture Harry Osborn, and in return demand all of the items from the Special Projects for your release and freedom. Simple enough, right?" The voice said.

Harry sat there, praying that Peter was listening and also trying to place the voice to a face.

Gulping nervously, he decided to speak, "Do I know you?"

The man, he assumed, laughed, "Why, of course you do."

"Okay," he said, pausing, hoping to buy himself time, "How do I know you?"

"I worked at OSCORP some years ago. I worked on the development of the Special Projects and with animal genetics helping humans."

"Did something happen to you?" Harry asked.

"Ah, now that is the question isn't it. Something terribly good happened. I used myself as a human trial and turned into a remarkable creature."

"What creature?" Harry asked nervously.

"Look for yourself," the voice said, as he turned around and withdrew the hood from his head. Harry looked in frightened fascination as he took in the scales that adorned the others head.

"A snake," Harry said.

"Yes, venom and all. I can also shed my scales to have a rejuvenated, healthy, and younger self. I can potentially live forever," the man said.

"You kidnapped the wrong person."

Harry let out a breath of relief when he heard Peter's familiar voice.

"Ah, the amazing Spiderman. How nice of you to join us."

"Look, scale-head, the manor is surrounded. If you cooperate, I'll hand you over to the police with no harm done to you and maybe even a reduction of your sentence," Peter said.

"I can't do that, you see, I need Harry," the snake-man said.

"I guess I should have informed you of this earlier, but the Special Projects have been destroyed," Harry spoke up, his confidence returning now that his superhero boyfriend was there.

"You lie," the villain said.

"I don't, we had them destroyed a week and a half ago. It's to improve investors' confidence in OSCORP. I'm sure you understand, having been a familiar employee," Harry said.

The man hissed. It would have been funny if it wasn't such a serious scenario.

"You messed with the wrong spider," Peter said, instantly launching in reprimanding his boyfriends attacker and using his web to restrain the other, thankful that the latex protected him from the venom that was being spit at him. With the villain being covered with his web from mouth to knee, he went to the front door to let the police in. They took him into custody easily, took Harry's statement, and thanked Spiderman before leaving.

When Peter was sure everyone was gone, he pulled off the mask and pulled Harry into his arms. "My god, I was so scared," he said, arms having a firm hold on his waist as he nosed Harry's neck, breathing in the familiar Armani cologne that was so Harry. He pressed tiny kisses to his neck and held him tight. Harry molded his body against Peter's and let out a shaky gasp, the adrenaline finally being worked out and having time to relax in the hold of his gentle boyfriend.

"I'm so glad you came when you did," Harry whispered to him. His face was pressed into Peter's chest and desperately breathing in the others scent and feeling the others familiar touch surrounding him.

"How can I leave you if you've been held hostage in your own home?" Peter said.

"It's fine, Pete, I've been trained for these type of situations—they're inevitable. I can handle my own," he replied softly.

"I wouldn't be able to leave in good conscious though," Peter said back, gently nipping at Harry's neck.

"Can we please have this talk tomorrow? I feel as if I'm going to pass out," Harry murmured.

"Of course," Peter said, gently lifting the other male into his arms and making his way up the stairs for them. He closed the bedroom door with his foot and gently set Harry down on the bed. The male was already in sleep wear, a pair of pajama bottoms and a wife beater. He combed his fingers through the others bangs and kissed his forehead. Harry blinked sleepily at him, "Thanks for coming to rescue me."

Peter smiled, "Always."

When the male fell asleep, Peter moved to the bathroom, keeping the door open to have better access to Harry, to shower and change into a pair of gym shorts. After scrubbing his body and washing his hair, he dried off and pulled on the boxers and blue gym shorts. He turned off the light and slipped into bed, quietly encouraging Harry to cuddle up against him. His boyfriend didn't even protest.

He stroked the others cheek, grateful to have been able to reach the manor on time and also thankful that no harm came to him. He kissed Harry's forehead, cheek, and lips, before finally letting his body drift off to sleep with a secure hold on Harry.

The next morning, Peter was woken up with soft kisses and gentle prods. He blinked his eyes open, before looking at his own wide awake and adorable perpetrator. Harry beamed at him, "You're awake."

"No thanks to you," Peter said, giving him a half-smile. He wasn't quite awake, but he couldn't be too mad at Harry. Especially after the events of last night.

Harry nipped at his chin, before throwing his leg over Peter's waist and moved to straddle his hips.

"You're oddly feisty this morning," Peter said, his hands placed gently on Harry's waist.

"Today's date night," Harry said.

Peter rolled his eyes, Ah yes, he thought. This would be their fifth date from their little discussion, and it also marked their one month anniversary.

"How could I forget?" Peter asked teasingly.

"You didn't," Harry said accusingly, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Well, it is easy to forget with your handsome self in such a compromising position," Peter teased.

Harrys cheeks reddened, "Damn you, Peter."

"You love me," he said.

Harry tried to slide off, but Peter turned the tables and helped flip Harry onto his backside, Peter above him in between his legs. "I prefer this though," he said, wickedly.

Harry slapped his shoulder, "No fair, Parker!"

Peter chuckled, bending down to kiss his shy and embarrassed boyfriend, pulling an inch away from this sweet, tempting pink lips, "I love you."

Harry's face softened, "I love you, too."

And that was all that mattered to Peter.