"Yo, Pete!" MJ called from the entrance as Aunt May let her and Harry in. "Came to visit you and harass you."

Harry smiled. "Geez. Gotta be loud."

"You know how he gets when he's sick. The way he sleeps," MJ chuckled as she led the charge to the bedroom.

Harry shook his head as May smiled. "Say what you will, but maybe her energy'll rub off on him," She said sweetly. "You kids know where the soda and snacks are. I gotta run to work."

"Thank you, Aunt May," Harry said, offering her work bag to her as she pulled on her jacket.

"Thank you, Little Gentleman," She teased before stepping out.

Harry hummed and went to Peter's room. He blinked as he saw the guy pacing anxiously. MJ was just staring at a wall of photos from the house and some notes that were made. "Pete, you trying to crack the Da Vinci Code?" He finally asked.

"Something really bad was in that lab!" Peter finally snapped.

MJ raised an eyebrow. "Uh, ya sure?"

"You didn't see it! It was like a bad cartoon villain lab. With like experiments and stuff!" He said, pacing.

MJ coughed, clearly trying not to laugh. "He might be onto something," Harry told her.

"Yeah but...your dad being an evil lab scientist is weird," MJ pointed out.

Harry hummed as Peter paced. "Pete...What happened?"

"What do you-" Peter froze when Harry lifted his sleeve, revealing what looked like to be a burn with the skin seared off. Peter blinked in surprise, trying to remember. "I must've been hit."

"By what?" Harry asked.

Peter gulped and looked away. "A...bullet?"

The room exploded in noise as MJ and Harry both flipped out on him, respectively. MJ was more of a banshee calling him names and warning him how dangerous it is to be alone at night for him, whilst Harry only scolded him for leaving it untreated.

Once the room finally settled, he was able to tell them what happened, sans the new gift of climbing on walls. Finally, Harry had come into the room with the first aid kit and got to work. Peter tried to pull away when the alcohol hit it but Harry kept a tight grip.

"Don't be stupid," Harry snarled.

MJ blinked as Peter froze. "Hey," She said. "It's just a reflex. Don't be so hard on him."

Harry glared at her for a brief moment before looking to Peter. He sighed, relaxing his features. "Sorry."

"Are you alright?" Peter asked, frowning. He gulped as Harry watched him. "You never replied to my text last night."

Harry sighed. "Cuz nothing happened and I was ignoring it," He said. "You're the one that got shot, moron. Why'd you have to go snooping in a place you definitely shouldn't have? What's gotten into you?"

Peter looked away at that. "I don't know...something felt off about the place and...I had to be sure it was real."

He could see in Harry's face that the guy didn't exactly believe him but let it drop as he wrapped the graze. "Just be careful. You're not Iron Man or Thor," He said, making Peter pout. "As is, you're having trouble with your transition. You've been taking breaks from your binder, right?" Peter blushed and Harry glared. "You're wearing it now...aren't you?"

"Maybe," Peter mumbled. He sighed and turned, reaching up his shirt and unzipping it before tossing it onto the bed. He let out a long breath, his chest at ease now that the compressor was off. He cleared his throat and blushed when Harry started to rub his back. "Hey…"

"I know, but your back is probably killing you, right? Lay on the bed. I'll rub your back," Harry said. Peter reluctantly did so, laying on his stomach as Harry sat on his thighs, getting to work.

MJ looked over everything. "So, the leader is someone they called 'Doc'...Do we know anyone that's a doctor at Oscorp?"

"Nearly everyone," Harry said as Peter grunted, his back popping under the pressure.

MJ nodded, humming in thought. "I mean, obviously there's a specific one." She then smirked as Peter and Harry looked at her. "I do know two boys who could easily get in."

"No," Harry said firmly.

"If I get grounded for this, I'm throwing you both under the bus," Harry grumbled as they walked through the security gate.

A woman at the service desk smiled. "Hello, Mr. Osborn," She greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, uh, Peter and I were wanting to show our friend around-"

MJ stepped forward at Harry's stammering. "I'm actually working on an article for Midtown High's Newspaper. Harry was willing to give me a tour of the lab as a part of the piece we're working on for New York's betterment."

The woman smiled at MJ's smooth words and nodded, getting her a guest pass before giving Peter and Harry theirs. "Well, best of luck then. Hope you get a good story. Peter, you better bring us a copy next time you swing by." She teased.

Peter smiled shyly and nodded as he clipped on his badge, following Harry. He blinked as he looked around the lab. He watched as the scientists worked around before someone noticed them. He frowned, shivering as the doctor smiled at him.

"Hey, kids," He greeted.

"Doctor Octavius," Harry greeted happily, shaking his hand. "Hey, guys. This is Doctor Otto Octavius. Doc, this is Peter and MJ."

"Nice to meet you both. What can I do for you?"

"MJ and Pete wanted to explore the labs so I thought I'd give them the tour."

Octavius smirked a little at Harry. "Showing off, aren't you?" Peter snickered with MJ at the look on Harry's face. "I'm kidding. Anything I can do to help?"

MJ raised a hand. "Well, you'd probably know more than Harry. Mind leading us?" She asked sweetly.

Octavius smiled and nodded. "Sure thing. Let's get started."

Peter frowned as the doctor showed them around the lab, not sure what to do about whatever his instincts were telling him. He stepped closer to Harry, frowning as he watched the man speak passionately.

"Our genetics division is still in the works. So far, our aim is to find cures for diseases."

"Like cancer?" MJ offered, writing it down.

"I suppose," Octavius chuckled. "But it's more for whatever we happen across so far. No clear goals in mind just yet. Having said that, we are aiming for an improved life. Improving the human mind, so on and so forth."

"So like, the next step in human evolution?" Peter offered.

Octavius smiled broadly at Peter. "Yes, actually. To put it simply." Peter gulped, shivering a bit as the doctor turned and walked ahead.

Peter grabbed Harry and MJ's arms, making the two blink. "Was anyone else super creeped out by the doctor?" He asked.

Harry blinked. "What are you talking about?"

Peter made a face. "He's giving me all sorts of bad vibes, and-and being just-I don't know! You guys don't feel it?"

MJ smiled and ruffled his hair. "You must be on edge from last night," He said. "Dr. Octavius is a good person. He's just working on a big project."

Harry smiled as MJ followed before patting Peter's back. "Relax. And stand up straight. Slouching isn't good for you since you're wearing your binder."

Peter sighed as they walked ahead of him, biting his lip. He shook his head and made to follow, crashing into a cart about to pass. The scientist scowled. "Watch it, kid!" The man hissed.

"I-I'm sorry," Peter squeaked, his voice cracking before he chased after his friends.

The scientist scowled and got to cleaning up the pieces. He snarled when he saw a shattered vial on the cart. "God fucking dammit," he sighed, rubbing his face. He pushed the cart away, trying to think of what excuse he could make to his boss. No way he'd believe some girly boy crashed into him.