"Hey, man. I need you to meet me at the abandoned fairgrounds, now," Harry quickly said to him through the phone.

"That's fine, everything all good?" Peter asked.

Harry snorted, Peter was always the worrier. "Yeah, I'll explain when you get here."

Peter had hung up and Harry sat down on one of the benches waiting for him to get there. Harry laughed to himself, thinking of Doc Ock.

If only he knew the truth, Harry thought to himself, shaking his head.

Nearly half an hour went by and Harry was growing impatient. He got up from the bench and walked around the abandoned area. He spotted a figure jogging up to him, and smiled as he realized it was Peter.

"What took you?" Harry called out to him. Peter was in his leather jacket, not the Spider-Man outfit Harry presumed he would be in. He felt kind of awkward in his suit.

"I took a bus. I don't swing everywhere, you know." Peter rolled his eyes at him. "So, what's up, man? You've been avoiding me for several weeks and you call me out of the blue?"

Guilt ran through him. One of the main things Harry had been feeling lately. He didn't even really think Peter had noticed, but he had been avoiding him. He decided to play it off and smiled sheepishly at him.

"Yeah, I just needed some time to think, I guess. But that's not why I called you here tonight. You'll get a kick out of this." Peter looked up in interest.

"What is it?" Peter asked him.

"Doc Ock held a meeting tonight and spoke with me in private. He saw your name on one of Spider-Man's pictures and wanted me to question you to see if you knew Spider-Man's whereabouts or who he was." Harry laughed. "I swear this guy is getting more and more desperate, it's sad really."

Peter shook his head. "Why'd you call me here then? You could have just left and told him you spoke to me."

Dammit.

Peter stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Because... I wanted to see you," he began, attempting not to show his embarrassment. "I shouldn't have been ignoring you. I understand why you don't want to be friends again." He shrugged.

He didn't want to keep pressuring Peter into being his friend again; it was childish. He had to let it go. He had to let his friend go.

Peter sighed. "Harry, it's not that I don't want to be friends with you. I do, I really do. I'm trying. I miss how things used to be between us, but I—"

Harry lowered his eyes to the ground. He was sick of the excuses; he had gotten them his entire life. If Peter didn't want to be friends with him, he should just tell him and stop trying to avoid it.

"—I think I can learn to forgive you, Harry. Forgive, but not forget."

Wait, what?

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. Peter was watching him, a calculated expression on his face. Harry didn't want to get ahead of himself, he wanted to make sure Peter was saying what he thought he was saying.

"What are you saying, Peter?"

"I'm going to tell Mary Jane about how I've been working at Oscorp. I'll tell her everything that's happened between us, and how it was the goblin who murdered those people, not you."

A smile slowly made its way across Harry's face.

"You've saved my life multiple times now, putting yours at risk. You kept my identity a secret, when you could have told my worst enemies. You could have completely destroyed my life if you wanted to. Harry, I'm sorry that I denied you my blood when you first asked. I should have told you that I was Spider-Man, and explained that we could test and experiment with my blood to see if you were compatible. But I think tonight I made that up to you." Peter's face broke into a grin.

"What do you mean?" Harry raised his eyebrow at him. Peter didn't need to make anything up to him; he was the one who ruined their friendship.

Peter began digging through his pockets and pulled out a little case.

"What's in there?" Harry questioned, trying to cover the emotion in his voice. There was no way that it was what he thought it was.

"I did it, Harry. I made the cure for you." Peter opened up the case and pulled out a small vial with a mantis green liquid swirling around inside.

"Are you serious?" Peter nodded to him. "I don't know what to say, man." Harry didn't even mind that he felt his eyes tearing up. He couldn't believe Peter had done this for him, it was more than he could ever ask for.

"I think with everything we've been through, you've went beyond earning my friendship back. Will this earn mine to yours?" Peter timidly asked him.

Harry internally laughed. Peter never had to earn his friendship, he had been a true friend to him from the beginning.

"Dude, you know I forgave you ages ago for everything." he patted Peter on the back. "Everything can go back to normal with this."

He knew the goblin was the reason Peter didn't want to get close to him. Once it was out of the way, things could go back to how they were.

"Okay, well..." Peter made a nervous coughing noise. Harry smirked at him, Peter rarely got nervous. "I would still need to talk to Mary Jane about it and everything, but we're getting married in a couple of months. And I- I was wondering if you'd be my best man?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears. There was just so much positive things happening all at once, it was overwhelming. It was funny, he remembered how Peter and him talked about marriage when they were kids, and how there was no way either of them would ever get married.

"You serious, man!? Of course I will." Harry grinned. "Congrats on this too! I'm glad you found someone. It really is a good thing you lost the braces, who knows who you'd have ended up with then." he teased.

Peter rolled his eyes at him and shoved him.

"So...friends?" He questioned, holding his hand out to Peter.

This is it, Harry thought. He felt incredibly vulnerable as he waited for Peter's response. Years and years of disappointment and self doubt had made him extremely insecure about any kind of relationship.

Peter opened his mouth about to answer, and then his phone began to ring.

"Are you serious?" Peter sighed pulling his phone out. "I don't even recognize this number." he held it up towards Harry.

Harry stared at the number, narrowing his eyes. No, that couldn't be right. He pulled out his phone to check if he had any missed calls or texts, but found none. He let out a big breath of air.

"That's Felicia's number," Harry shook his head. "But why would she be calling you, I just checked and she hasn't tried to get ahold of me at all."

"Huh, weird. She saw me at Oscorp earlier. I wonder what she wants." Peter paused a moment before answering the phone.

"...Hello?" Peter answered, an odd smile on his face.

Harry tried to listen but couldn't hear what she was saying. Peter's eyes suddenly went cold and the smile instantly vanished from his face. Harry took a step away from him as he saw Peter's entire body tense up.

"MJ!? What's wrong? What did she do?" Peter questioned quickly.

Why the hell was Felicia with Mary Jane? They hated each other.

"Tell me where you are and what happened," Peter said unsteadily.

Harry was about to step forward to try getting in on the conversation, but the stare he received told him he'd better not.

"Okay, put him on the phone. Once he tells me where you are, I'm coming for you," Peter said into the phone. His friend was starting to panic.

Harry was beginning to feel anxious, but kept his demeanor calm. It wouldn't do Peter any good if both of them weren't in their right minds.

The goblin in the back of Harry's mind was growing impatient. Harry pushed the pain back as his mind started to slowly get ripped into shreds. He quickly did his breathing exercises, while Peter was completely oblivious.

"MJ! Put him on the phone, now!" Peter yelled suddenly, snapping Harry out from his internal struggle.

"What is it?" he hissed at Peter, annoyed that he wouldn't answer his questions.

Take the phone from him and bash his head in with it.

He backed up a little more as the goblin was threatening to tear out of him. He couldn't get annoyed at Peter right now, there was no reason to. His friend was panicking and he'd inform Harry with what was going on after the phone call.

"I love you too, baby. Why wouldn't you put him on the phone? I need to find out where you are so I can save you guys." Peter said. Harry could tell he was trying to keep it together, but he wasn't fooling him.

"No. No, no, no." Peter shook his head. "Don't talk like that. Whatever he said to you, forget it. I'm going to come for you, I'll save you no matter what."

Who the hell was Peter talking about. Harry was getting angry himself; him and Mary Jane were obviously not on good terms, but if someone was threatening his friend's fiancee, he wasn't just going to sit back and do nothing about it.

Peter pulled the phone away from his ear for a moment, giving a loud frustrated sigh. He ran his hand through his hair, and brought the phone back up to his ear.

"MJ, please, please, get him on the phone if you can. Or let me talk to Felicia, she knows I'm sure. I promise you that I will save you. I have Harry here with me, maybe he can distract him or something while I rescue you." Peter said hysterically. Harry nodded to Peter letting him know he was in on whatever Peter needed him to do.

"He..." Peter began, but stopped suddenly, making eye contact with Harry. He noticed that Peter's pupils were dilated and his face was pale.

'What's going on?' Harry mouthed to him as Peter narrowed his eyes at him.

"MJ! MJ!" Peter shouted into the phone, breaking eye contact with him. Harry had an uneasy feeling as Peter calmly pocketed his phone.

What was Peter waiting for!? Harry wanted to know what was going on! He couldn't wait anymore, it was putting him on edge.

"Dude, what the hell is going on?!" he shouted finally. Peter looked towards him again, narrowing his eyes once more.

Why was Peter suddenly staring at him with such... animosity?

"You planned this whole thing, didn't you?" Peter said to him in such a chilling voice it made him step back again.

"What are you talking about? Peter, man, what is it?"

"This whole friendship thing, it was all a game to you. You probably planned this entire thing, didn't you? You wanted to gain my trust so that way in the end, you could crush me, again. Whoever I get close to, you get them killed."

Harry shook his head and moved forward towards him, putting his arm out to hopefully calm him down. Peter whipped his arm off and stumbled back.

"Don't fucking touch me, Harry. The only reason you're not dead is because I need to know where she is. Where the hell is she!?" he shouted.

"Who, Peter!? Mary Jane? Is that who you're talking about?! Because I have no fucking idea. It's me you're talking to, man." Harry held his arms out towards him. "You just asked me to be your best man at your wedding."

"Yeah, it's you," Peter laughed. "A manipulative, psychotic, murderer. I should have never given you another chance."

That was a low blow. But it was true. It was all true.

"I've changed. Look, just- just tell me what happened."

"You know what happened! Stop lying, Harry! This wasn't a coincidence, you calling me at this time of all nights. You distracted me so they could take her. Now, she won't tell me where she is because she wants to keep me safe. I swear Harry, if she has one fucking scratch on her, I will kill you."

"You think I set you up? Why would I do that, man? Do you think I would have wasted all these months pretending to be your friend, just for revenge!? I mean, you made the cure for me." Harry's voice began to tremble.

The thing was, before he found out the truth about Peter actually caring about him, it sounded like something he might do, and it terrified him because he knew that Peter knew it was something he would have done.

"Yes, Harry, I believe you would do that for revenge. You—" Peter cut his sentence short as his phone began to ring again.

"Hello? MJ!?" Peter shouted into the phone.

Harry couldn't believe the turn in events, in everything. But just like everything else in his life, it was too good to be true.

"Where is she?" Peter growled into the phone. "I'll be right there."

Peter didn't even hang up, he just crushed the phone in his fist, letting the pieces fall to the floor. His fists were shaking. The look of accusation burned into Harry, and he instantly realized what was going on.

Somehow they had Mary Jane. He wasn't sure how or why, but it was the only thing that made sense. All he had to do was explain to Peter what was going on.

He spoke quickly, "I know the fastest way to—"

"Harry—" Peter began coldly. He shook his head and put a trembling hand into his pockets, pulling out the vial of venom.

He hated the way Peter was speaking to him, venom laced in every word. Peter held up the vial of venom, a harsh smile on his face.

"What are you—"

"Don't. Just, I want to see your face when this happens." Harry's heart stopped as Peter crushed the cure in his hand, letting every drop spill to the floor. "Especially knowing that that vial was all we had. That was it." Peter laughed, but it was like hearing a stranger.

"Peter..." Harry growled out, his voice growing unsteady. His body began to shake angrily. The goblin was laughing in the back of Harry's head, overjoyed with the fact that the cure was gone. Harry couldn't get rid of him now.

Peter dropped the rest of the pieces of the vial into the grass and kicked them aside. "I guess there really is no hope for you now."

That's it then. Grab him now. Kill him. KILL HIM.

Harry shut his eyes and his body stopped shaking just as quickly. He wasn't going to let the goblin out, not now. Peter had to save Mary Jane, and he wouldn't be able to help him if his alter ego was trying to kill him. He opened his eyes and felt like his normal self.

"What, no snide remarks? No death threats for ruining the one thing you so desperately craved?" Peter asked him coldly.

"I told you. I've changed," he answered in a worn-down voice. "Pete, man, it's me. Let's think about this before just waltzing in there. Without a plan, it's—"

Peter's fist suddenly connected with Harry's jaw, and he fell backwards onto the grass, completely surprised.

"Drop dead, Harry," Peter said tonelessly.

Harry smeared the blood off of his face, not allowing Peter to see the wounded expression on his face. Peter took off swinging towards the warehouse, Harry assumed, in just his street clothes. He quickly jumped on his glider and followed Peter, keeping his distance.

His phone began to vibrate and he saw that he received a text.

Keep P away from here, I'll explain later. -F

Without replying, he stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

When he had caught up to Peter, he was surveying the warehouse. This is not good, Harry thought to himself. It's a trap, he can't go in there right now.

"Peter, don't go. There's nothing I can do to help you in there. They outnumber us, they're stronger than us." Harry attempted to explain to him. They needed a plan.

"You got what you wanted, Harry. Stay away from me," Peter growled. He quickly pulled his glider in front of him.

"You're pissed, I get it. But, you have to see sense. You're too angry to—"

"I don't care." Peter peered around him.

"Listen to me, don't do this. Don't go in there, you'll- you'll die, man," he pleaded. He couldn't let Peter go into there unprepared. His stomach clenched as he thought of his only true friend dying because of him.

"I don't care." Peter turned to him, hatred on his face. "Now, stop talking to me, leave me alone, you back-stabbing piece of shit."

He stared back at Peter, taking in the hatred and revulsion on his features. Harry had fucked up yet again, and there was nothing he could say to him to convince him otherwise.

"Fine," Harry said in a steady voice. He shook his head and flew to the warehouse.

What the hell was he going to do!?

As he flew his glider inside he saw that everyone was waiting for him.

"Mr. Osborn! Nice of you to join us." Doc Ock called down to him as he entered.

Eddie was about 30 feet towards the ceiling, crouching down on walkway. The Vulture was perched near Eddie. Max was standing on the floor of the warehouse off to the side, arms crossed. Felicia was walking across a catwalk near Eddie. She made eye contact with him and Harry shot her the most furious look he could muster at the moment, causing her to guiltily look away.

The truth was, he was scared as hell. Sure, Doc Ock and the others obviously knew about Peter. He had a feeling he knew who had told them as well. They would probably kill him for his betrayal. But this wasn't what he was afraid of.

He was going to lose his best friend tonight, he just knew it. He would try whatever he could to keep them from killing him, but in the end, there was more of them than Peter and him. They would win. His friend would die.

And if that happened, he would soon follow.

He looked up towards the ceiling and his eyes flashed as he saw Doc Ock holding Mary Jane above the concrete floor, grasping her with one of his robotic arms.

He made a small gasp as he saw Peter enter the warehouse, but quickly masked it.

They were going to need help. Harry inconspicuously took out his phone and scrolled through the contacts. He stopped at Flint Marco, and quickly shot him a text. It would be a miracle if he came, but another person on his side could make a difference in what would happen to them all.

"Spider-Man!" Doc Ock called out suddenly. Peter had made his way to the center of the room. "Or should we say, Peter Parker."

"Everyone take a look at The Amazing Spider-Man. Or rather, some teenage punk in a leather jacket." Doc Ock called out in a patronizing tone. Harry focused on the wall opposite from him. He didn't want any attention on him right now, he had to hide his emotions.

Eddie screeched with laughter. Max seemed to buzz with anger, a slight red shade bouncing off of him.

Shit. He would have to try talking to Max if he could. He wondered if his and Max's comradeship was greater than Max's hatred for Spider-Man.

"I would like to thank Mr. Harry Osborn for volunteering to distract Mr. Peter Parker while we acquired Ms. Mary Jane Watson." Doc Ock gestured towards Mary Jane. Eddie whistled and the Vulture gave a little clap.

It all made sense now.

The bastard had lied to them. He had set him up. Anger rushed through Harry, but he continued to mask it. He had to mask everything.

"Now, few of you would know, but Harry Osborn is actually friends with Peter Parker. They've been friends all their lives." Doc Ock said callously. Harry breathed in deeply. This wasn't good. He shifted his eyes to Max.

Max was staring at him in resentment, and the buzzing of his electricity grew even louder. Eddie dropped down a story, causing himself to be on the same level as Harry. He didn't flinch as Eddie made his way forward, black liquid from his mouth. If anything happened to him now, he deserved it.

"But!" Doc Ock started as Eddie moved towards him. "Peter Parker had never told Mr. Osborn his secret, about being Spider-Man, until quite recently in fact." Eddie halted. "So, due to his success in distracting Mr. Parker, all is forgiven."

Harry slightly nodded at Doc Ock, acknowledging his words. It would be much easier to keep Peter out of harms way if all of them weren't trying to attack him as well. He wondered if Doc Ock knew how devoted he was to Peter.

"Let her go," Peter said suddenly, catching them off guard. They all turned to him, but Harry continued to impassively stare at the wall.

"Ah, he speaks!" laughed Doc Ock.

"Please, she has nothing to do with this." Peter began. "Just let her go, and I'll stay here." He walked closer.

Harry listened as Peter attempted to reason with Doc Ock, but he knew once the man had made up his mind, he wasn't going to change it anytime soon.

"Harry!" Peter called out to him.

No, no, no! What is he thinking?!

"Harry, please. I'll do anything, anything you want if you let her go. You- you want me to leave town? The state? We'll pack up and leave tonight." Peters voice shook as he rushed the words out. "I'll give up being Spider-Man for good. Please, just please let her go. Harry, look at me!"

The pain in his friends' words struck him like a knife and he imperceptibly winced.

Harry turned his head towards Peter, not caring about covering the pain on his face. His friend thought that he had set him up, and he might not even get the chance to explain himself. Peter stared into his eyes, silently pleading for his help.

Of course he wanted to help him. But what could he do now? He tried telling Peter not to come here, but he wouldn't listen to reason.

"Harry, you want to be the one to personally kill me? I won't even fight back. But, leave her out of this." Peter called out desperately. "I know you're pissed I ruined the cure, but I'll- I'll make another batch. I'll redo the whole thing. Harry, please! I know you hate me, I know I don't deserve your help, but Harry, I'll do anything, please, I can't lose them too."

He couldn't care less about the cure right now. Did Peter really think he cared more about the damn cure than his friend's life?

Of course he thought that, he thought Harry had set him up tonight. He believed Harry's attempt had friendship had been an elaborate plan to hurt him.

"Hey, hey! I called dibs on killing Parker!" Eddie yelled. He couldn't help the aggravated look he shot him.

"Peter!" Mary Jane called out.

She must have known that her fate was sealed the moment she got here. She began to comfort Peter, and Harry knew, by the way she was speaking, she didn't think she would be making it out of here alive.

"I promised you I would keep you safe," Peter said to her miserably.

Harry was instantly brought back to the clock tower with Gwen. He could just imagine that this was how Peter had looked and felt then, and Harry had directly caused that pain. This was the second time Harry had caused Peter this pain.

"I know." Her voice cracked. "I know you did, Peter. But it's okay. It's going to be okay. Just know that I love you."

Doc Ock nodded to Max, and he watched as he sent several bolts of electricity towards Peter, incapacitating him.

It was heartbreaking that the pain on Peter's face from the electricity was nothing compared to the pain on his face shortly before.

Eddie jumped down from the walkways and quickly webbed Peter's legs to the ground and then webbed his hands together.

"Are you ready to watch the woman you love die right before your very eyes?" Doc Ock called down to Peter.

Harry quickly searched the windows through his peripheral vision. Where the hell was Marco!? If it came down to it, Harry was ready to fly forward to catch her, but it would give away his loyalty to the group instantly.

Eddie's psychotic laughter filled the room as Doc Ock lifted Mary Jane over the floor with his arm. Max was buzzing loudly, and Harry could tell he didn't want to aid in what Doc Ock was doing. Max wasn't a bad guy when it came down to it.

"Please. Don't," Peter breathed. "Please, I'll do anything. I'll help the Sinister Six if you want. I'm- I'm sure—"

Dammit, Peter. Harry remember when he had asked Peter to join them a long time ago, but he was glad he had denied him. He was too good of a person to associate with these people. With him.

"Peter, just focus on my voice. It'll be okay. Everything will be okay," Mary Jane consoled him.

"No, no, it won't. I can't. This can't happen." Peter began pulling and tugging at Eddie's webbing, but it was useless. Harry slid his hand in his side pocket and felt his bowie knife, if he could get to him, he could slice the webbing off easily.

Suddenly, Harry's wish was granted in the form of a sandstorm. Marco flew in through the window, throwing a huge punch at Doc Ock causing him to lose his footing on he beams.

"NOOO!" Peter yelled as Mary Jane plummeted towards the ground.

Harry didn't even think, he just took off towards her. He caught her as gently as he could and brought her to the ground. He quickly looked around and it seemed everyone was more interested in the newcomer than him.

"You okay?" he whispered to her.

The look she gave him puzzled him, he couldn't even describe it. Anger, revulsion, and fear flashed across her face. But just as soon as those came, relief and hope colored her face.

"Keep him safe, Harry," she told him.

"I'll do whatever I can," he promised her.

"Harry!" Peter yelled, and he turned his head just as a blue flash shot inches from his face. He followed the electric flash and saw that it had hit Eddie.

"Whoops, sorry, must have aimed wrong," Max called out as Eddie shook it off and retreated towards the top of the warehouse. Harry watched Eddie crawl towards the ceiling and it looked as if Marco had created a sandstorm.

Marco was easily dodging their attacks up there. His eyes flickered to Felicia, she was on her cell phone! He could have rolled his eyes at her if he wasn't so angry.

He remembered that Peter was webbed to the floor and was about to take off towards him, but Max was blocking the way, betrayal on his face.

"Max, please, I'll explain everything to you. Just please, let me save my friend. You don't have to help me to help him, just please." his voice shook. He knew if Max didn't want Harry to help Peter, there was nothing that could be done. He shot him a pleading look, and Max seemed to deliberate at he looked at the defenseless teenager on the floor. He looked back at Harry and nodded, moving slightly to the left to allow Harry to pass.

Harry pulled out his knife and ran towards Peter. He kneeled on the floor and Peter tensed as he got closer. Once again, it was like another stab to his chest; his friend thought that he was going to harm him with the knife. He swiftly cut through the webbing on Peter's hands in a careful motion.

"This knife slices through that muck like butter," Harry explained. "One of my more useful inventions."

"What the hell are you doing?" Peter asked, disbelief on his face.

Harry smiled at him and tossed him the knife. "I'm saving you. You have to do the rest, can't let them catch me helping you." Harry got up from the floor.

"Why?" Peter muttered quietly.

"You're my friend. No matter what you believe." he said before jumping onto his glider. He flew towards the ceiling where Felicia was staying out of the way.

"Was it you?" Harry asked her coldly.

She took a moment and then nodded to him. Harry curled his lip at her.

"Then, after tonight, I never want to see you again."

"Harry, please let me explain."

"No, Felicia! Look what you've done!" He gestured around the room.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I did this for you. I didn't think this would happen."

"Exactly! You didn't think!" he shouted.

"I just made an anonymous tip to NYPD. Maybe they'll—"

Harry held his hand up to her as he heard Eddie shriek. He looked towards the ground and Eddie was crumpled in pain. Max had a flat expression on his face as he called out to Eddie, "Sorry about that, I guess I'm all thumbs today!"

If they got out of here alive tonight, he definitely had a lot of explaining to do to Max.

Harry squinted through the sand to find Doc Ock; With all of the commotion going on right now, he could possibly help get rid of this guy.

Eddie made his way back up to sandstorm after being electrocuted. Harry almost missed him as he landed right in front of him.

"I don't know what you guys are up to Osborn, but make sure you stay on the right side." he growled.

"Don't know what you mean, Brock." Harry sneered at him.

"Good, because Vulture is flying down to kill your buddy." he laughed and swung away from Harry.

There was suddenly a white-hot pain against his cheek. He quickly brought his hand up to his face and blood quickly swept over his fingers.

"What the fuck!?" he yelled and his eyes quickly went to Doc Ock, who winked at him and waved one of his robotic arms.

He must have seen him helping Peter earlier.

Shit, Peter.

He widened his eyes as he saw the Vulture swooping down towards them. Harry shook his head and raced towards him. Jumping from his glider, he landed on his back and wrapped his arms around the man's throat. He saw Peter shoot some webbing towards them and it got tangled in the Vulture's wings, causing them to fall to the ground. They fell through some catwalks and another pain seared through Harry as his head collided with a metal beam. He brought his hand up to his head and there was a gash on the side which was bleeding immensely. He felt his cheek and that wound was already starting to heal thanks to his suit.

The Vulture recovered quickly and got up from the ground, eyes locked onto him. Harry backed up towards the wall and felt around in his pockets. He forgot that Peter had his knife, and all his spheres were attached to his glider.

He was screwed and his vision was blurry due to the blood leaking into his eyes.

As the Vulture closed in on him, he watched as his eyes went wide and then he slumped over on the ground, Harry's knife sticking out of his back. He smeared the blood out of his eyes and saw Peter standing behind the Vulture.

Peter had just murdered somebody to save him.

"Damn, Peter," he laughed as he got to his feet. Peter silently tossed him his knife.

Harry was about to say something else when Eddie came out of nowhere and pinned Peter to the ground, sinking his claws into his arm.

We can never catch a break, can we? Harry thought to himself.

He ran forward and plunged the knife deep into Eddie's back and watched as he helplessly tried to pull it out. He helped Peter off the ground and then yelled out as his leg was suddenly in pain; Eddie had stabbed him with his own knife. He looked up from his leg wound and Eddie had taken off.

"You okay?" Peter asked distantly.

Harry pulled the knife out of his leg, pocketing it. "Yeah, just a flesh wound, it will heal. Damn knife is so sharp it slices right through my armor." Harry shook his head.

They really did make a hell of a team when it came down to it, Harry laughed to himself. Peter kept shooting him confused looks and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Where'd Venom go?" Peter looked around quickly as they heard an agonizing howl from up towards the ceiling. Harry tried to focus but his vision was still slightly blurry.

Eddie jumped down from the ceiling, a triumphant grin on his face, and he had one of his spheres in his hand. Anger grew inside of him as he realized he was about to have his own weapon used against him.

"I'm sick of you getting in the way, Osborn," Eddie growled out as he tossed the orb towards them. Harry couldn't move yet due to the stabbing in his leg, and was surprised when Peter jumped in front of him. They both ended up being thrown backwards by the explosion, causing Harry to get knocked out from the blow.

You're fighting against your own. You're betraying them. The goblin growled inside his head. Fight the real enemy!

No. I'm not betraying my friend again. No matter what you say.

One of us will end up killing him.

SHUT UP! Harry yelled inside his head. The goblin began laughing hysterically.

Looks like you may have lost him already...

Harry finally came to and it seemed all fighting had stopped. He got to his feet and everyone in the room was staring at a specific spot, when his eyes followed, he sharply inhaled.

Peter was holding Mary Jane in his arms. A large pool of blood was forming around the two of them. Harry had failed in keeping them both safe. He slowly walked up to Peter, ignoring the others as they watched him walk up to Peter.

He swore he heard sirens coming, and then remembered Felicia had made an anonymous tip. Was he only out for a couple minutes? How did things go so bad so fast!?

Peter was wrapped around Mary Jane, attempting to stop the bleeding. There was too much already though. She wasn't going to survive, he had to know that. The agony in Peter's voice was too much for Harry. He needed to be there for his friend.

"Peter..." he began, and quickened his pace up to him.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Peter yelled shakily at him, causing him to halt instantly. The hate in Peter's eyes was back. Harry couldn't blame him.

Peter kept attempting to stop the flow of blood from Mary Jane. The lump in Harry's throat grew as he knew it was going to do no good. She was going to die.

He looked up towards the others. He was probably going to die tonight as well. He couldn't see how he was going to get out of this one. No use fighting now.

Eddie dropped to the floor and Harry was glad to see Peter was still fighting. He punched Eddie right in the jaw, causing him to stagger backwards.

Peter fought to stay with her for as long as he could, until Doc Ock was forced to call upon Max for his help.

"Max!" Doc Ock called out and Peter was instantly curled on the floor from the electricity. Max shot Harry a regretful look.

Harry closed his eyes as his friend yelled out in pain. There had to be something he could do. He would bargain with Doc Ock for Peter's life. There had to be something he wanted more than he wanted Spider-Man dead.

Eddie once again webbed Peter's feet and hands together allowing Doc Ock to pick him up without a struggle.

"Get moving, Osborn," Eddie said to him as Harry continued to watch Peter being taken away.

"I'd like to take credit for killing that sand guy. My bite must have done him in," Eddie said. Harry gulped as he saw Marco dead on the ground. He had came here and risked his life to help Peter and Mary Jane. Another person killed because of him.

Harry slowly walked behind the others. He wanted to turn the noise off, just tune everything out. He felt like he was having a panic attack.

He failed them. He was a failure. He knew this. His father had told him this nearly everyday that he had lived with him.

Peter kept calling to Mary Jane. Harry glanced backwards at her and a tear ran down his face as she watched Peter being taken away.

I failed you, Harry thought to her. I'm sorry.

Peter's shouts suddenly became muffled and he saw Eddie had webbed his mouth shut.

He wanted nothing more than to plunge his bowie knife into that guy's face right now. If he could just let the goblin out for a little bit, he was sure he could win a fight against Eddie. He shook his head as he realized if the goblin was out, he'd go for Peter instead.

Harry took one last look at Mary Jane before leaving in warehouse with the others. The hatred in himself was hitting an all-time high. Her chest rose and fell one last time before giving up and Mary Jane took her very last breath.

His eyes quickly shifted to his friend. Peter had been watching her this whole time as well. The moment Mary Jane had taken her last breath, Harry watched the light leave Peter's eyes, and he was nothing more than an empty shell.