[A/N]: It feels really bad to only update the Green Recluse once a week. At least I still have Sunshine and Rainbows.

Oh wait. That's ending in six more chapters. FU-

Also, this is going to be a reeeally long chapter. Longer than usual at least. I mean like, 2000 some words.

(I only own Kim. The rest of the characters are copyright Marvel.)


I walked into the elevator of OsCorp. Like Harry's mansion, it was pretty fancy. All chrome and such.

A few people stepped in with me. I looked around for a button to press, and I got a few awkward stares as the others said what floor they wanted to go to.

"I don't know where the buttons are!" I shouted. Everyone stared at me like I was stupid. I'm not stupid. Just dense.

There was some kind of AI controlling the elevator, and it accepted the numbers through voice recognition. I said top floor, I figured Harry would be on the top floor, since he's the CEO.

Once I got to the top floor, the first thing I noticed that the back of Harry's leather chair, which looked really comfortable by the way, was facing me. He appeared to be mad at something, maybe me.

"H-Harry? Are you okay?" I asked from across the room.

I walked closer towards his desk. The desk was like an iPad, if it was a desk. I want one. Perhaps I'll ask Harry one for Christmas, and since we'll be married by then, he'll definitely get me one. What? Oh, sorry, I'm daydreaming again, aren't I?

"No, I'm not 'okay', nothing is 'okay'... Everything's going to shit." came the reply. He turned his chair around so that I could see his face. He didn't seem to be any worse.

"What happened?" I was now leaning against the desk.

"You happened."

I stared at him angrily. "What the heck do you mean?"

"You didn't do what I asked. I told you how important this was, and you ignored it."

"I didn't ignore anything! It's not my fault my brother wouldn't comply! It's him you should be mad at!"

"Fine, I'll call him right now." Harry smirked.

I swallowed loudly. There were two things that might happen,

A. He tells Peter he knows he's Spider-Man, and they fight on the phone.

B. HE TELLS PETER HE KNOWS HE'S SPIDER-MAN AND THEY FIGHT ON THE PHONE. Shit.

Harry picked up his cellphone slowly, enjoying the torment I felt on the inside. You should've seen my face. It was a mix of no emotion and nervousness.

I flung myself onto the desk and smacked the phone out of Harry's hand. He had a look of, "what the f*** just happened?".

"Why would you call him?" my voice was slightly above a whisper.

"Did you not want me to call him?" he asked.

"No." I slipped off of the desk.

"Then I shall call him." Harry swiveled his chair to the side, but I reached over the desk and grabbed the chair, stopping it.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked sternly.

"No..." he pushed a wine glass away from the direction of the chair. "Just, lately, I haven't been right in the head. I've been making one mistake after another... I left Menken in charge for a day, there's no telling of what he could do to the company; I confessed my love to Peter, I was trying to pull a prank to cheer myself up; and I'm buying a theme park! It's too late to cancel. I've been under so much stress..." he sighed. In my opinion, those weren't mistakes. To me at least. Giving myself the day off? Yes please. The second one, yeeeaah.. That's a mistake, but buying a theme park?

Kim, now that you've won the super bowl, what are you going to do next?

I'm going to DeLand! That's a real place, right?

I was brought back to reality with a snap of Harry's fingers.

"You're lucky I'm a very forgiving person." I said quickly, trying to focus.

"Definitely not modest though."

We remained silent for a few minutes.

"So, what brings you here?" Harry finally asked.

"I ran away." I said nonchalantly.

"You're nineteen, you can't just run away."

"Well, away from Peter at least. We had a fight... He said some things, and I called him a bitch-"

"I bet that gave you a rush." Harry chuckled.

"I'm not exactly proud of it..." I sunk.

"H-hey... It's okay. He'll get over it." he leaned over his desk to put his hand on my shoulder for comfort. It made me feel better at least. On the outside, I was like a sympathy sponge, but on the inside, I was like a bumper cart ride for emotions.

"So, you need a place to stay for the night or something?" he took his hand off of my shoulder.

I nodded.

"Well, like I said, I put Menken in charge for the day, so whaddya say we go to my mansion?" Harry asked as he fiddled around with some digital files on the desk. I assumed he was signing out or something, but curiosity got the best of me. I went around to where he was sitting, and took a peek at what he was doing. He was indeed signing out.

I motioned for Harry to scoot over in his chair. He looked at me like I was an idiot. I took it as a no, and sat lightly on one of the chair arms.

"What are you doing?" he asked, still focused on the desk.

"Watching you work." I replied.

"Mm-hmm. That's nice. Would you be ever so kind as to get out of my lap?" he asked with an aggravated tone. I hadn't even noticed that I had slid into his lap.

"Are you sue this scene doesn't contain a lap dance?" I asked as I rose out of his lap. When I got off of him he stood up as well.

"I'm sure." he grabbed the phone still lying on the desk.

Harry exited the building and I followed.


I unlocked the door to the hollow mansion. It was emptier than I remembered. I must have given my maids the day off. Oy.

I went to the lounge and sat down on the black leather couch. I turned on one of the tvs to the news. Once again, it featured Spider-Man. Spider-Man, the same guy who is my best friend. Great.

Kim popped in and out of the lounge door occasionally. She was probably lost in the maze that is the Osborn Mansion. I don't blame her though. When I was little, I found something new everyday, and now I know the place like the back of my hand.

Kim finally took a seat next to me.

"Your mansion is amazing! The kitchens, the bathrooms, the bedrooms, all of it!" she exclaimed as she sloped down on the couch.

"I guess so." it was hard to imagine someone who's not rich discovering all these rooms.

I turned the tv off to think about things when I heard Kim mutter, "I can't wait to live here..."

"What?!" I turned to face her briskly.

"I didn't say anything." she giggled.

"Yeah right... I heard you." I giggled as well. "You're not getting to be Mrs. Osborn that easily."

"How do you know you won't be Mr. Parker?"

"Naming doesn't work like that, honey."

"That's not what I meant!" she laughed loudly.

I realized what she was saying and threw one of the leather pillows I was leaning against at her. She ducked, and it sailed right over her head, which made me chuckle.

I heard a creak, but I thought nothing of it. The house creaked all the time, it was a big place. Kim must have heard it too, as she looked around for the source of the sound.

"It's probably nothing. The house creaks all the time." I assured her.

"'Nothing'? I'm just nothing?" a mysterious voice asked. I didn't recognize it at first, and now I looked around frantically. As far as I knew, there were no ghosts here.

The voice showed itself. He hung from the ceiling upside down by a web and flopped down into a chair adjacent to the couch. It was Spider-Man.

I received a jab on my shoulder. I looked over to Kim. "Told ya I did what you asked." she said with a sassy tone. We both smiled.

"Spider-Man! It's great to see you!" I exclaimed and relaxed in my seat. "Are you here about the favor I asked?"

"Yeah, um, I came to tell you, that, I uh, cannot, give you my blood." besides the mumbles he said it pretty quickly. The smile on my face contorted into a frown.

"Someone's not going to be Mr. Osborn." Kim muttered.

My heart dropped at those words. Not the Mr. Osborn thing, but the fact that Spider-Man, the guy that gives people hope, is taking mine away like this.

"How much?" I asked desperately.

"How much what?" Spider-Man shifted in his chair.

"How much money do you want? Or I could give you a yacht, a mansion, a position of power, just tell me. Please. I need your blood, it will heal me." I begged. I rarely begged.

"I don't want your money." he said softly. I sat in shock. This never happens, ever.

Kim turned away from Spider-Man and I. She looked like she really didn't want to be there. Her face was like a pipe, ready to burst with steam after being held back and built up.

"Everyone wants my money..." I stood and asserted myself.

Spider-Man shook his head "no".

"I can't give you my blood. It's too dangerous. It could kill you." he said, choking up.

"If I may, he's kinda already dying." Kim chimed in with a hint of an aggressive tone.

"At least he'll live longer without the blood!" Spider-Man stood and Kim did as well.

She looked flustered. "But could be cured! What's the hell is wrong with you?" she screamed at the hero. It surprised me that the Awkwardess was now standing up to someone like Spider-Man, who could kick her ass in seconds.

"He could die if our blood isn't compatible!" he shouted, getting closer to Kim.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she backed away with tears in her eyes.

"To you?!" I yelled.

"Shut the f*** up Osborn! This isn't about you anymore!" Spider-Man shot a web at me pinning me to the couch. I struggled for a second before realizing it was no use.

I think I just heard a... Hedgehog, explode, somewhere... In the distance...

"How dare you?" Kim got ready to smack him, but Spider-Man caught her arm mid swing. His grip looked pretty tight, and she struggled to get loose of it.

"I know why you're doing this! It's not going to work, Peter." she said sternly. Aha, so, Spider-Man is Peter Parker. Just as I thought.

"What are you talking about?" he asked with the same tone as he let her arm go.

"You're jealous. Isn't it obvious?" she said with a stern tone once more. "I know I spend more time with Harry than you, but that doesn't mean-"

"That's not what this is about!"

"Then what is it about?" I asked smugly. Spider-Man then proceeded to shoot a web over my mouth, I could still breathe at least.

They paused their argument for a minute.

"I need to go..." he turned to jump out of the window, and succeeded in doing so.

Once he was out of our sights, Kim sat back down beside me.

"I'm sorry about... All of this..." she started to cry.

"Mff." I couldn't talk with the webs over my mouth. She ripped the webs off of my mouth, and if I had any hairs at all on my lip they would've been gone.

"You didn't have to rip it off like that!" I yelled while she worked on getting me out of the rest of the webs.

"Sorry! I'm under stress!" she said in-between sobs.

"You're not the only one..." I said softly once I was out of the webs. Kim flung the webs over to a corner, and snuggled up to me.

"What are we going to do?" she cried.

"I don't know."

"You won't leave me will you?"

"Of course not."

"Good..."


[A/N]: Now proofreading... ... ... ... ... ... ...

If you've noticed, I use a lot of reference jokes. That's all. I just use a lot of reference jokes.

Also, the reason that Kim's crush on Harry seems to be realistic, is because after watching TASM2 I had a tiny crush on him myself. I'm over it now. maybe