Adrenaline pulsed through his system.
He stared down at Peter's unconscious body.
What had he done!?
"DAMMIT, PETER!" Harry yelled as he attempted to get him to breathe again. He brought his ear down to Peter's face to hear for something, anything, but there was nothing.
"BREATHE, DAMMIT!" he went back to chest compressions, his left hand slippery with Peter's blood. "Please, please, wake up!" he sobbed.
I killed him. I killed my best friend.
He put his bloodied hands in his pockets, trying to find anything that could help, anything at all. There was nothing except his bloody knife.
"Fuck!" Harry yelled, pulling at his hair.
The door to the room burst open and Felicia walked through, slamming the door shut behind her.
"What the hell is going on in here? I could hear yelling from—" Her eyes opened wide at Peter on the ground. "Harry, what did you do?"
"It- the goblin- I don't know!" he stuttered. "I stabbed him, I broke- he's dying! He might be dead- what do I do!?" he yelled at her.
Felicia kneeled down next to Peter, avoiding the blood pooling around him. She picked up his wrist and pressed her fingers against it, waiting several moments.
"Oh God, Oh God..." Harry whispered to himself.
"He still has a pulse, but it's faint." She got up to her feet. "But you're right, he's dying. He won't be able to heal fast enough in this condition, he's losing too much blood."
"So what do I do!? I'm fucking panicking here! He can't die, Felicia, I won't let him."
She sighed loudly. "Well, we need to bring him to Oscorp. There won't be really anyone there right now at this time. Problem is, with Doc Ock and Eddie out there, I'm not too sure they'll let him leave."
"Max! Max is here. Max might help me," Harry said suddenly.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "He seemed annoyed at you when you explained everything to him a couple days ago."
Harry threw his hands up in the air. "Okay, well he has to understand. He just has to."
"Let me borrow your glider. I can get to your house, pick up some things, and I'll be back in like ten minutes."
"What do we need that's at my house!?"
Felicia smiled. "I'm sure a few of your more hazardous orbs could come in handy at a time like this."
Harry quickly nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Come right back Felicia, I mean it," he said seriously. "If you're not back here in ten minutes I'll get him out of here myself."
"And get both of yourselves killed." She winked and dashed out of the room.
Harry sat down next to Peter, not sure what to do with himself. In the silence of the room, he could make out the slow raspy breaths that Peter would take every now and then. They sounded painful, even though he was currently unconscious.
"Hold on, man," Harry said, "I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry I did this to you." His voice caught in his throat.
He wondered how on earth they were going to make it out of here. Peter obviously couldn't fight with them, and Felicia had no powers or anything of her own. It was up to Max in the end. He would make or break them tonight.
"I'm going to do whatever I can to get you out of here. I don't care if you're determined to die, Pete. You're my best friend and I promised Mary Jane I would watch out for you."
When he said her name out loud, he quickly remembered something that Felicia had told him on the phone, or rather what she told the goblin. He was going to have to confirm with her what he heard.
He looked down at his friend again and smiled. He really hoped what he heard was true. It gave him another reason to fight for his friend's life.
The door unlocked and flew open again, and Felicia shut it behind her.
"Okay, I grabbed a couple bombs, and you had one labeled IMP. I also brought an adrenaline shot to see if we could get him up." she nodded at Peter.
"You brought the IMP?" Harry asked. "Yeah... yeah that might work perfectly."
"What does it do?" she question, readying the shot.
Harry shrugged. "I've never used it before, but it basically creates an implosion. I think I know exactly who I can use that on too," he said thoughtfully.
Felicia knelt down next to Peter on the ground.
"When you called me earlier... well it was actually the goblin you called, but you told me something. About the—" Harry began, but Felicia interrupted him.
"Yes. It's true. They're alive. When you had me check on Peter's aunt, one of the neighbors told me she was at the hospital. I assumed something had happened to her, like you told me you were worried about. Well, turns out she was there to look after the twins."
She jumped and let out a small scream as Peter's hand suddenly shot up and grabbed her wrist.
"They- they're alive..." he asked in a raspy voice.
"PETER!" Harry jumped to his feet. "Pete, man. You're alive!"
"Are they alive?" Peter repeated, letting go of Felicia.
Felicia looked towards Harry, and back down at Peter. "Yes. The ambulance brought Mary Jane to the hospital, and they were able to save both of them. Congrats, Parker, you're a father," she said sarcastically.
Harry glared at her.
"It hurts," Peter groaned as he tried to sit up.
"No shit, you got stabbed by an eight inch bowie knife." She stared at him and crossed her arms.
"Felicia!" Harry sighed. "I need to go clear the way now. I'm hoping Max will side with me. Can you wait here with Peter for me? Watch over him?"
She looked like she was about to argue at first, but she must have seen how desperate he was to save his friend's life.
"Yeah, Harry. No problem." She rolled her eyes at him.
Harry nodded and looked at Peter. "I'm going to get you out of here, got it? Hold on just a little while longer."
"Be careful... please," she added as she watched Harry scoop up the orbs and run out the door.
"So I guess it's just you and me," Felicia said as Peter stared up at her quizzically.
"How'd y-you know... about them?" He clutched his side.
A small, unexpected smile escaped her control.
"I met your aunt in the hallway at the hospital. I told her I knew Mary Jane, and that I knew that she was pregnant, and wanted to give my condolences." She shook her head and continued. "At first she was sad but then she brightened up and took my hand and pulled me into a room. At first I was pretty confused and annoyed at this lady. It didn't register at first, who the two babies in the room were. She introduced me to them as Violet and Andrew."
Peter grinned, even though every inch of his body was on fire. So it was a girl and a boy then.
"She was excited to be able to talk to me, to tell me about them. Me, a complete stranger. They both have brown hair, by the way." she smiled at him, the first true smile she ever gave him that wasn't taunting or cruel.
"I need to see them. I h-have to get out—" He tried to get to his feet, but Felicia made sure he stayed on the ground.
"Just hold up a couple minutes, you're in pretty bad shape. Honestly, I have no idea how you aren't dead right now."
Peter sighed and slumped back down. His insides hurt; the cracked ribs were sticking in places they shouldn't, and his knife wound was pretty critical. He lifted up his shirt and gasped at the sight. His entire abdomen was a sickly purple color, covered in a dark red color from the blood from his wound.
"I can't die, not now. I can't. They need me," he whispered.
Why had he been so stupid, so reckless? He should have been trying anything he could to get out of this cell.
Felicia sniffed. "You won't. Not with Harry being so determined to save you. You're lucky to have him as a friend," she added.
Peter was about to answer her, but he suddenly felt extremely dizzy, even though he was still seated. Everything went fuzzy but he struggled to remain conscious. He was scared that if he passed out again, he might not wake up.
"What's in... your hand?" Peter asked her.
She looked down at the needle she was tightly holding in her hand. "We were going to use another adrenaline shot to see if we could wake you up, but you got up by yourself."
"I need it t-to stay—"
"No. It's too dangerous to use in your condition. It was a last resort. If you pass out again I'll use it, but not until then."
An ear piercing sound suddenly erupted from somewhere in the building, followed by a slight shake of the room they were in. Felicia went alert quickly.
"That must have been Harry. He better be okay." She got up and walked to the door. "I'm just going to peek out there and see if I can see anything going on, I'll be right back," she assured him.
She put her hand on the doorknob but it suddenly burst open and she stumbled back. Harry rushed in, not even bothering to shut the door behind him
Peter tried to focus on him, but it felt so much better to shut his eyes.
"We need to go. Now!" Harry yelled to them.
"Felicia, help me lift him up. I can lean him against my shoulder and get him out."
Peter suddenly felt himself being hoisted up. He faded in and out of consciousness.
He heard bits and pieces of what Harry and Felicia were talking about.
"The others?" she questioned.
"Doc Ock is dead. But- fail switch on Max- both in the end- killed each other."
"That leaves—"
"I lost him! He's in here- and pissed."
"I'm sorry- about Max, he—"
Peter concentrated harder on what they were saying as Harry began to walk with his weight leaning up on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of him; a large cut, nearly a foot long, started at the top of his face and trailed down just missing his eye and down his cheek.
"Felicia, you need to get out of here," Harry said seriously. "I can't protect the both of you, especially with him in this condition."
"I'm not leaving you. I fucked up big time, and I'm helping you through this."
Harry sighed, irritated. "Felicia, no. You're no match for him. Please, get out of here."
"No, I'm staying—"
"FELICIA!" Harry growled, "If you want to make it up to me, you'll leave now. I mean it. If you don't leave, I'll make you leave." He glared at her.
A loud metallic screech filled the air and she looked reluctantly at Harry. Peter watched as she walked up to Harry, who was breathing hard and shaking slightly, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I don't understand you, Harry Osborn." She shook her head sadly and ran off.
Peter once again felt himself being dragged away.
"It's okay, man, I'm getting you out of here. Just need to get to my glider."
He wanted to thank him. For everything. It was just too much energy to talk anymore.
"Little bit further—" Harry began but suddenly Peter felt something hit him in the side with such force that it knocked the wind out of him. He clutched his side and looked up, Harry was standing in front of him, blocking him from Venom.
"Osborn, you did it. Now you and I can be in charge. You just have to let me finish him," Venom growled, trying to peer around him.
"Not a chance, Brock. Back away, and we can call a truce for now," Harry tried to reason with him.
Venom laughed. "It's either you move and let me kill him—I mean it doesn't look like he's going to make it anyway—or I kill the both of you."
Harry looked quickly back at Peter, making eye contact.
"If you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first," Harry said firmly, turning back towards Venom.
"Fine with me," he laughed and lunged for Harry.
Peter dragged himself away from the fight with his good arm and propped himself up against the wall. Stay awake, stay awake! He kept telling himself. The two figures in front of him seemed to dance back and forth; he couldn't really tell who was who in this darkness. One of them lunged at the other and they both flew through a wall, making it impossible to see what was going on.
Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay.
A second later, another explosion went off. He didn't just hear it; his body felt the impact. Cinder blocks and rubble fell on him and he struggled to get them off. He felt someone moving the rubble and pull him out by his collar. He sighed inwardly, thinking he was being saved.
But as he focused, the figure who pulled him from the rubble was actually Venom.
"Parker..." he growled, holding him by his collar.
"Eddie... please. I-I'm sorry for what I did."
Venom laughed a low guttural sound, and then proudly showed off his dripping black teeth. "Well, I'm not sorry for this." He plunged his claws into the same spot where he had been stabbed, and flexed his claws inside Peter's body.
Peter howled out in pain. He head began to droop as he began to lose consciousness again.
"PETER! NO!" he heard Harry yell from behind Venom.
There was nothing Harry was going to be able to do for him now. Harry must have done something to Venom, because he abruptly dropped Peter and screeched in agony, running out of the room.
"Pete? Oh God, no. No!" he heard Harry yell. He felt pressure on his abdomen but didn't move. Harry must have been trying to stop the bleeding. He wished he could form the words to tell him to stop, there was no use. He should leave now, there was nothing to be done.
"Okay. Okay, I know what to do," he heard Harry say. He wanted to tell him it was okay, that he had done his best. To tell him to watch over his children for him...
Peter suddenly felt his body being slightly lifted and shifted into something cold and hard. What the hell was going on?
"Don't worry man, this should work. It has to work." Harry's voice shook.
He felt his wrist being held up and heard several beeping noises, then his wrist was set onto the ground gently.
"Just stay awake, Peter. Please, just give it ten minutes. Ten minutes," Harry repeated.
Peter felt a new kind of pain at the moment. He felt his bones very slowly begin to shift back into place. But, how was that happening?
He was able to open his eyes a sliver, as he bit down on his lip from the pain of his bones shifting back into place. Harry was standing there in just a black t-shirt and jeans, shifting his gaze around the room in search of Venom. Peter averted his eyes to his body.
Damn him!
Harry had taken off his goblin suit and put Peter inside it, leaving Harry completely vulnerable to Venom.
"Har—"
"Peter! It's alright. It's going to be alright. You'll get out of here, my suit is healing you as we speak."
An angry screech sounded from the room next to them. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them, turning towards the noise.
"Eight more minutes, Pete. Stay awake, please," Harry whispered, fear in his voice.
Peter was able to focus much better at this point. His bones were still shifting back into place, and his stab wounds tingled as if they were being stitched back to normal.
It happened in an instant. Harry was standing right before him, guarding him even though he was vulnerable himself, when Venom came out of nowhere and tackled him, throwing them into a wall.
"Harry!" he yelled. He attempted to get to his feet, but then fell back down, howling in pain. He had to get up though. He needed to save Harry, just like Harry saved him.
He got to his feet and slowly dragged himself to the room Harry had been thrown into. Before he got there, another loud explosive sound erupted and Peter was thrown back into a wall, rebreaking his ribs. The sound of a rasping, dying animal filled the room, before it went eerily quiet.
"Harry? Harry! Where are you!?" Peter said, waving away the dust in the air. He held his abdomen, the ribs seemed to have repunctured something inside of him, causing more internal bleeding.
He walked into the room, Harry was clutching his chest and laying on the ground.
There was a puddle of black goo smoking about twenty feet from Harry. Peter presumed it was Venom.
"Harry!" Peter yelled, holding his stomach tight. "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Hey, Brace Face," Harry laughed, and then inhaled sharply.
"Got 'em off, remember?" Peter laughed nervously.
He looked down and saw the damage that had been done. Harry's bowie knife was sticking in the middle of his chest, nearly the same place that Peter had been stabbed. Peter carefully lifted Harry's shirt to see the extent of the damage, but gasped as he saw what else had happened.
Venom had bit Harry on his side, black lines were already making their way up Harry's body.
"I got him. He's dead," Harry said in a hoarse voice. His breathing was slow and raspy.
"You did, man. Good job," he said anxiously, "Here, let me get this suit off for you..." Peter began but Harry grabbed his arm.
"You need- to keep it on- you'll die otherwise," Harry choked out, looking him dead in the eyes. He coughed and blood started to make it's way out of Harry's mouth.
"It's your suit. You n-need it too. You'll die if I don't put this on you," Peter argued. Every inch of him was still on fire, but he couldn't allow his friend to die for him.
Harry smiled and shook his head. "Suit won't heal this." He pointed to Venom's bite. "Hurts like a bitch, though."
Peter swore under his breath. Of course it wouldn't.
"Pete... I'm so sorry... for everything," Harry whispered, a tear rolling down his face.
The black veins were making their way up his neck now.
"I forgive you, for everything," Peter said to him, choking back a sob.
"Friends?" Harry asked him one last time, hope filling his eyes.
"Best friends," Peter stated without a moment's hesitation. "You're my brother, Harry."
He gave a peaceful smile, closing his eyes. "Thank you, Peter."
Suddenly, Harry's breathing ceased and his body relaxed. Peter checked his pulse; he was gone.
"Goodbye, Harry," Peter whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek.
