"I have successfully privatized World Peace!" Tony Stark announced showing double peace signs to the cheers of the crowd.

"Despite his cavalier persona, Stark sure knows how to play a crowd," my dad commented looking up from the Daily Bugle, giving Tony a look of disapproval, as the Senator's flurry of insults was bleeped out, "What do you think Harry?"

"I think the DOD might reconsider their partnership with Hammer Industries, if that pilot's 180 is anything to go by." How in the hell did he live?

He gave me a nod of approval, before going back to reading the Bugle. What a great dad. Not that he was purposefully being cold, it was just how the Norman Osborn operated. He was perfectly capable of showing care and affection when he needed to, but that was clouded behind the heavy layer of the ruthless and ambitious man, everyone knew from the comics.

"Thanks Bernie," I smiled at the butler who laid a plate of bacon and waffles with maple syrup down in front of me.

As I ate, I considered what I had learned just now. I was in the MCU, or at the very least, a variant of it. This was good, at least I had a rough idea of what might happen. My family's existence, along with some other miscellaneous facts contradicted the movie time line, something I had been worried about. But, I was grateful, while I did love the comics, I wasn't as well versed as I was in the live action and animated media.

We ate in silence, before I remembered something. I slid the piece of paper to Norman, who looked at with a raised eyebrow. "What's this?"

"Permission for the school next trip next week," I said, "The whole class is visiting our lab downtown."

He gave an 'ohh' look, "Any ideas on what we should show them?"

"The spiders," I said a little taken aback. Why was he asking me? "Dr Stromm said they were coming along quite well."

He gave me a look, "Really the spiders? I thought you'd want to show them the Glider, I'm not sure if a class full of teenagers would appreciate the science behind the spiders."

"The Glider's a secret government project," I pointed out, "Aren't you the one always going on about the proper procedures?"

"I could've made an exception this time," he smiled, "Think about it, you'd earn some major cool points?"

"Nah, let's go with the spiders," It was vital for Spider-Man's origin, "Besides I don't have use for cool points, most of my class are idiots."

Norman gave me a look of sympathy, "I still don't get why you declined the offer from MIT, you could easily graduate if you wanted to. You are wasting your intellect Harry."

"I know, I know," Oh god he was going to give the 'people like us' lecture, "But all my friends are here in high school." Not to mention I would be going to school with Spider Man.

"Ah Peter, another gifted mind. He's wasting his intellect too, why people like us- Harry wait!"

"Can't talk getting late!"

"Wait, Bernard can drop you in the car-"

"Sorry, maybe next time. Bye Bernie!"

"Goodbye sir," he waved with a smile, as Norman sighed.

I reached Midtown in record time. The school itself was fairly inconspicuous, it looked like your average American High School, with the only remarkable thing being the people who studied here. I scanned the crowd, eyes on the look out for one particular brown haired individual. "Guess who?" I asked, poking Peter's shoulder the moment I found him.

"Harry!" He raised his arm to give me a high five, and I obliged, "It's been a while. How have you been?"

Before I could answer another voice called up, "Well well well, how are my favorite two doofuses?"

"Hey Gwen," Peter grinned giving Gwen a hug.

"So you give her a hug but not me?" I mocked a hurt expression, "Pete I thought we were closer than that."

I earned a light chuckle, from them. "Been a while Stacy," I said giving her a hug, "Is that a new hair cut? You look good."

"And you look like you've been working out as usual Osborn."

"A little here and there." I'd realized very young, that if I was to go up against super powered Nazis and alien Warlords, I needed to be healthy and in good shape. So I did just that. Norman was very supportive 'a healthy body a healthy mind' he'd said, and hired the best instructors. He was equally supportive of my desire to learn martial arts, something about 'every man should know how to defend himself'

I was by no means skilled enough to fight anyone that was properly trained, like an average SHIELD agent, yet, I'd like to think I could handle myself against regular street thugs. Besides, improving fighting prowess was a gradual process, I also had plans to complement my fighting skills- Oscorp tech and the Oz Formula-the latter being too unstable right now, but with the progress being made I could safely say we would get the perfected formula soon, but as much as I hated to admit it, the Oz Formula's inner workings were a little outside my area of expertise.

"So how was your summer?" Peter asked again.

"Pretty average, I slept mostly, although we have been working on a big project at Oscorp. But you'll have to wait till we're ready to reveal it." Seeing Peter open his mouth I added, "And no I'm not at liberty to say anything regarding this, dad would kill me."

"Party pooper. How about you Gwen?"

"Well nothing's final but me and MJ, have been thinking about starting our own band."

"That's so cool!" Peter gushed. I nodded, "Yeah, that's great news."

"It's mostly MJ though, she got the idea in detention last semester."

"Oh yeah, I remember that, she got into a fight with what's her name?"

"Glory Grant," I turned to find MJ smiling. She gave me a hug, and proceeded to give one to the others. I looked at Peter, smiling smugly, seeing the dowey-eyed expression on his face. Ahh, highschool crushes.

"Anyway," MJ turned to face us, "We're still looking for members so if you find someone who can play a mean bass, let me know."

I gave a mock salute, "Will do Chief."

School was uneventful. Pretty much everything I already knew so I spent most of my time doodling away in my notebook. Just another average day; passing by but everything changed when the Flash Thompson attacked.

Flash was, like his early comic book self, an asshole. And sure enough, he started picking on Peter the second the bell rang.

"Hey Puny Parker!" he grinned maliciously, and grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Did you get more puny over the summer Parker?" His jock squad laughed as if it was the funniest thing ever, making me roll my eyes. Okay that's enough.

"Back off Eugene," I said, sternly, fists clenched in case a fight broke out.

"Look at that Puny, your boyfriend's here!" More laughter.

"Very funny Eugene. You do realize we aren't in Kindergarten anymore right?" The look on his face was priceless as everyone laughed, even his friends. He silenced then with a nasty look, before marching up to me.

"You better take that back Rich Boy."

"I am vewy sowwy. Will you cwy yourself to sweep?"

"Why you little-"

"Is there a problem here?" I was surprised to see my dad at school. Normally he'd send Bernard to pick me up, or I'd just take the bus. "Harry? Who's this?"

"This is Eugene Thompson," I grinned, "Our school's star football player."

"Oh hello Eugene, I've heard a lot about you. How is training?"

"It's going good," he mumbled, before walking away.

"I'll see you tomorrow then Flash," I waved, as he turned to give me a look of pure murder.

"Thanks Mr Osborn," Peter said, earning a nod from Norman "and thank you Harry."

"No problem," I waved him off.

'How are you Peter?" Norman gave a small smile

"Never been better Mr Osborn."

"Oh please, we've known each other for years, at least call me Norman now."

Peter smiled, "If you say so Norman."

Norman chuckled, "Say Peter, I know how much of a science wiz you are, and you know I'm something of a scientist myself." I coughed, earning a look from them, "Don't mind me carry on." "So why don't you come down to the lab one day and Harry and I can give you the tour of a project we've been working on."

"You really mean it Mr Osb-Norman?" Peter's eyes were glowing, making me bite back a chuckle.

"Of course," he said, "Tell you what how about I tell them to give you a special tour, during the field trip next week?"

"Wow! Thank you Mr Osborn, thank you so much!"

"Think nothing of it my boy," he placed a hand on my shoulder, "Now Harry we really should be going, we're going to be late."

"Late for what?"

"I'll tell you in the car."

I waved Peter good bye, and entered the car.

"Oz Tower Bernie," he said. "Right away sir."

'What's this about?" I asked, picking up a bottle of soda from the mini fridge.

Norman grinned, something he rarely did unless it was big, "It went exactly how you said it would Harry. The Department of Defense just called, they want to see your prototypes."