Harry stared at Agent Venom and tried to free himself from his grip.

"Enough of struggling squirt! Where is your father?!", Agent Venom asked.

"He is not here…let me go!", Harry protested.

"You little liar. I guess I have to try harder…", he tightened his grip. Harry winced as felt pain and Iron Spider ran between them, yanking his teammate's hands.

"Let him go Flash! He obviously does not know!"

Two other boys turned to see Iron Spider, staring in surprise. Stunned, Agent Venom let Harry go and young Osborn rubbed his neck.

"What…Flash?! Is that really you?"

"Why did you do that?!", Flash whispered to Cho angrily.

"It's no point to hide it anymore. Better to be honest", Cho nodded and revealed his face. Harry gasped.

"And Amadeus Cho…so you are Peter's teammates!"

"Yes…nice to see you, Harry. Sorry about Flash's behavior, but we really need to speak with Norman."

"I'm afraid that Dad is in a meeting and comes home only later. But can I help you?", Harry said.

"Well…there is something that troubles us. It's about Peter...he is in big trouble."

Harry's face grew serious. What was wrong?

"I see…well, come in. But you better take your suits off. Dad denied any spiders coming here", he said, heading in. They went into the living room and sat down.

"So…what about Pete? What's troubling him?", Harry asked worriedly as he sat down as well.

"Oh like you don't know?! Because of your dear Daddy, he is still hurting himself!", Flash snorted. Cho shook his head.

"What?! Is Peter still cutting himself?! No…he promised me not to do that anymore!"

"Peter does not show his pain to us. He doesn't even know that we know. But we are really worried about him…he took really hard what Norman said to him", Cho said.

"I'm so sorry about my Dad's attitude…and I agree with you. I've been trying to talk to him, but no avail."

"Do you have any idea how big jerk he is?!", Flash suddenly stood up. "Because of his stupid commands and threats, Pete is not himself! Who knows what he will do next?!"

"Don't talk badly about him!", Harry stood up as well and stared at Flash, angrily. "Even if I don't like his behavior, he is still my father. And you have no right to insult him!"

"Hey, sit down", Cho begged. "Flash, I guess it's better I talk from now on…"

Grunting, Flash fell on the couch. Harry stared and did the same.

"Harry…look. We don't want any harm to Norman. It's just that…there is something more serious. You see…Peter hasn't been his normal self since your father demanded to leave you alone. And about two weeks ago there was a robbery in the alley. And…"

"And…what?", Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Well,…he didn't stop it. He was in some kind of coma or I don't know. But after it…he decided to quit being Spider-Man", Cho finished. Harry stared, silently. A cold shiver ran through his body. This could not be real…Peter loved helping people. And he would never abandon his career…only then when reason is very serious.

"No…it can't be! Why did he do that…?!"

"He thought that he can't tolerate it anymore. We've been trying to talk to him…but nothing works."

"But he can't…no way! This city needs Spidey! We can't let Pete stop!"

"Well, when was the last time when you saw him?", Flash asked.

"It was…about three weeks ago. I've been trying to call him…but he does not answer. And I can't go to see him since I have bodyguards with me where ever I go. If I try to sneak out, I'm brought straight back home", Harry sighed.

"Well, that's nice!", Flash raised his hands. "I guess there is no way to help him."

"There has to be", Cho said. "We can't go on without him. We need Spider-Man. And we need Peter."

"I'm so sorry…this mess is all my fault. Without my coma, none of these would have happened…", Harry whispered. Cho and Flash were silent.

"Well…I'm not innocent either. This just happened…and now is our turn to help Pete since he helped us. But we need to explain to your father that he is wrong…", Flash said.

"Leave that to me. I will talk to him", Harry nodded.

"Are you sure he will listen?", Cho stood up.

"I don't know…but I have to try. Trust me, I will do everything. Meanwhile, please, take care of Peter. He is my best friend. Tell him that…well, don't say anything yet."

"We will. Thank you Harry", Cho shook his hand. "Come on Flash, we better go. Miles sent a message that they are heading home. We need to get there first."

"I really hope that this works…", Flash muttered and walked after Cho. Harry escorted them out and when he closed the door, he rubbed his hair.

Oh, Peter…I'm so sorry you feel like this.

Harry walked into the living room. He sat down on the couch and thought about what he heard. And then, he felt how anger started to grow inside him.

This is all Dad's fault…he and his stupid attitude! He thinks he knows everything…

The young man stood up from the couch and started walking in circles. He remembered all the memories what he had with Peter.

"But remember…we are best friends. Always."

"You're such a good person Har…I don't deserve a friend like you."

And he remembered the negative things.

"You are not seeing Peter or those other heroes. Not now, or ever. And that's final."

"How can he decide a thing like that?! HOW?!", Harry yelled angrily and kicked the couch. He felt rage in his heart. And suddenly an idea started growing in his mind, piece by piece...something, which would absolutely scare Norman and make him listen. Harry ran into the kitchen and opened one of the boxes. As he watched it, he couldn't help angry grin appearing on his face.

I'll show who commands here.

-o-o-o-

After the meeting was over, Norman headed home. He was exhausted and wanted to have a nice, lazy evening and spend time with his son. As he finally stepped out of the elevator and opened the door, everywhere was quiet and dark. The restless feeling started to run through his body.

"Harry! Are you here?"

When he didn't get an answer to his call, Norman put the lights on. And he almost jumped as he saw Harry sitting on the couch.

"Son, you scared me! Why are you sitting here in the dark?"

Harry gazed at his father, standing slowly up. He had his arms crossed to his back. Norman looked at him in confusion.

"Oh hello, Daddy…", Harry grinned and pulled a bread knife from behind his back in front of his face. Norman's eyes widened as he stared at it.

"So good that you're home…since we are gonna have to talk. And it depends on you, will there be a pain in it, or not."