2:14 The Next Morning (Harry's 35th Birthday)

Peter is lying down on his bed under his covers. He turns to his end table to grab his phone and dials a number that he's engraved in his head.

"Hello?"

"Hey Harry. What's going on with ya?"

"Hmm, let's see," Harry responds with a smile. "I'm officially 35 years old today, I'm in bed right now and I'm talking to you. Life can't get any better than that. How are you?"

"You know I always have to call you when I'm in the middle of a hookup. I know it's your birthday and you're getting old, but you didn't forget already, did you?"

"You never let me forget." Harry says with a wide grin on his face.

"You got that right!"

"So how's your current hookup going?" Harry asks.

"I don't know. I thought that I would be pissed off at myself for deleting Grindr, but I'll have to call you back to tell you how it's going because I'm definitely going to hookup with this one again."

"Only you, Peter." Harry sighs.

"I know. I'll let you know how it goes in the morning."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later, Spider-man."

"Alrighty. Have a good one Harry."

"Later, Pete."

"And Harry?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"Happy 35th birthday."

"It sure is." And Harry disconnects the call, and turns the person next to him.

"Hey there, beautiful." He says to the naked figure under the sheets.

"Hi. Is there anything else you want, birthday boy?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Why don't we burn our contract?" Harry suggests to Peter.

"I think I would love that." Peter replies, kissing Harry on the neck.

"Before we burn it, can we say the contract to each other?" Harry asks.

"Sure."

"Awesome. You ready?" Harry asks him.

"As I'll ever be."

"Ok. I, Harold Theopolis Osborn," Harry starts.

"And I, Peter Benjamin Parker," Peter continues.

"Hereby agree to be a monogamous couple, if still single in 10 years by the age of 35." They both say in unison.

"Are you finally convinced that you need someone now?" Harry asks. Peter doesn't even have to think twice about his answer.

"Yes. I finally admit defeat and agree that even I need someone in my life. I don't know if you're going to believe me when I say this, but I'm happy you're that person." Peter says with a bright smile on his face.

"Me too."

"I love you, Har-Bear." Peter tells Harry before kissing him. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you more, Spidey." Harry responds.

"So, are you still leaving New York?" Peter asks, hoping the answer will be no.

"Peter, I'm tired of New York. I am definitely leaving New York."

"Oh."

"But you know what would be better, Petey?"

"What, Harry?"

"Will you come live in California with me? You know as a way to apologize to you again for everything I've said and done to you back at the bar that night?"

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously. I truly am sorry for everything and I promise to never do that to you again."

"Already forgiven, my love."

"Los Angeles. What do you say, Pete?"

"Well….."

"It's alright with Aunt May and I really want you there with me. So will you come to the west coast with me this weekend? Pretty please, Petey?"

Peter takes a moment to think about this until he comes to a final decision. "Yes. I'll go anywhere with you, Har-bear."

"Great. So when is this Harry Potter marathon gonna start?"

"That'll be later tonight. Why?" Peter inquires.

"Because it's two in the morning and I need to be punished by my favorite super hero."

"Really, Harry?"

"Really, so I hope you have a whip somewhere."

"I love you, Harry." He says, peppering Harry's face with kisses.

"I love you too. Now, show me how much you love me, babe."

"Ah yeah." Peter says, pulling the sheets back over them. "Happy birthday to you, my soulmate."