Today was the day Peter promised to meet Harry as Spider-man. He didn't really want to go, but he had made a promise and as Uncle Ben had always said, "You have to take responsibility for everything you do!"
Peter had planned to meet Harry at around 10 o'clock on top of the Empire State Building.
"Nice place to be at this time of night," Peter snorted at the thought of that.
He didn't have a watch on but his biological clock told him that he had more than an hour left. Peter sighed and took off to patrol the neighborhood for the last time.
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A look of confident was hanging on Harry's face as he sat patiently, waiting for his arch-nemesis Spider-man to appear. He didn't know how Peter would get the superhero Spider-man to meet him here but he did not care either.
For the first time in his life, Harry knew of his importance. He was the only Osborn left now. He was the only heir. He was also the President of Oscorp. Industry. That was why he must eliminate all obstacles on his way to success. He would prove his father wrong. That he was not as weak as everybody had thought.
However there were orders to things. First, he must find out Spider-man's real identity. Harry had wished that his father had left him a hint or clue as to who Spider-man really was. But it didn't matter much anymore.
Harry reached into his front pocket and secured a round metal object. A devious smile appeared on his face. It had taken him a while and quite a lot of money to construct this device. With it, uncovering Spider-man's mask would be no problem.
As Harry pulled his hand out of his pocket, he saw a blur of red and blue rushing from afar.
"Spider-man, today will mark the beginning of the last days of your life!"
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Peter gracefully landed on the ledge of the rooftop. He wasn't planning to go anywhere near Harry Osborn while knowing that his life was at stake. It was strange that his Spider-sense wasn't tingling at all. But the atmosphere was as tense as it could be.
"Could it be that Harry really doesn't have any evil scheme for Spider-man tonight?" he wondered, "That all he wants is to talk? Now that's weird!"
Harry broke the awkward silence between them.
"Spider-man, do you have any idea why I summoned you tonight?" he asked with a smirk.
"First, you didn't summon me, I came here of my own will! Second, no I don't!"
"Don't play the innocent with me, Spider-man! You know too well the reason you being here!" Peter could see Harry was getting very angry.
"YOU...killed my father!" Harry shouted at him.
"Self-defense is not murder!" Peter couldn't resist using that line he heard from the trailer of a recent movie.
"So you admit that you DID in fact kill him!" Every word coming out of Harry's mouth was like a needle poking at Peter's worry-some heart.
Harry continued, "I'm ashamed to have known you!"
Peter was completely shaken with shock. He wasn't expecting this. Harry was not supposed to know who he was, Spider-man, his father's killer even if it was for the sake of more than 8 million people living in the city.
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Harry was sure now that Spider-man was in fact someone he knew. He had suspected that ever since his father's corpse was brought back to his mansion. Spider-man couldn't have done that if he hadn't known where he lived or who his father was.
And now, the obvious impact of what he had said along with the muffled but somewhat familiar voice had told him, he was right. Spider-man's voice had a distinct feel to it that reminded Harry of someone, but he couldn't tell who.
"So aren't you going to come down here and have a little talk like a normal human being instead of the bug you are?"
"Thanks but no thanks!" the man in red and blue replied, still clinging to the edge.
"Well then, I would have to come to you," Harry added with a superior look that he had been seeing for his whole life, "That is, if you're not afraid of me!"
Spider-man did not answer that question. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
Harry walked up to Spider-man, slowly, weighing each stride.
"Spider-man," he said, "I respect what you've done!"
"Oh, so you knew something else other than the fact that I killed your father?"
How Harry hated that mocking tone; it reminded him of his own father at times. Even with him being dead, those bad memories still haunted Harry. But he knew now was not the time to be reminiscing.
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Harry stopped five feet short away from him.
"You killed my father because of a greater cause," Harry paused then continued in a dreadful voice, "You did not tell me who he was, that I thank you!"
Although he had expected this to happen, Peter was still surprised at the news.
"So you know who your father was and why I had to kill him?" he asked.
"Yes I do," Harry replied confidently.
"Who?" Peter asked reflexively. ("God I sound like an idiot!")
"Don't mock me, Spider-man!" It was good that Harry didn't seem to realize his tone.
Peter didn't know whether to run off now or to wait and see what evil plan he would have to endure. Right then, his spider-sense tingled.
Peter did not notice how Harry's hand went into pocket earlier, and now he would have to pay the price for that.
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Harry Osborn, the new CEO of Oscorp Industry, was about to do something that he would never had dreamt about a few months ago. He was going to do what that stupid Daily Bugle would have done if they weren't all incompetent.
In just a few moments, Harry would uncover the Spider mask and see who's behind it. He would not only destroy Spider-man but he would make his whole family suffer for eternity. Harry had never felt more confident, or...cruel before. But he wasn't afraid of who he was becoming. Somehow, he was amused by all this.
Harry had used Spider-man moment of weakness or was it uncertainty to get hold of his secret item and press the button on it.
Just before a spark lighted up in Spider-man's eyes ("Or maybe I'm just imagining things"), Harry threw the round metal object at Spider-man with all his might.
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The last thing Peter remembered doing before he fell unconscious was jumping off the building with a blinding speed that he'd never thought possible even with his spider speed.
The first thing he remembered seeing when he woke up was the caring and worrying faces that belonged to Mary Jane and his aunt May.
Life could not get any better than this.
