A/N: I'm apologizing in advance for not writing in like forever but I've been busy. Really. I just got a job and I barely get any time to write right now cries. I miss having my freedom and being able to write whenever I want. I'm also going to be put on a week for every shift which includes graveyard (bah) and I am going to die through that. This was supposed to be a part-time job…but I've been deceive. L Right now I have a desk clerk job at a hotel (big hotel) so I'm stressed a bit in learning things. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter, thank you for your support w/your reviews I appreciate it. And I love the recent Spider-man fanfics that have been coming out. Keep up the MJ and P.P. ones coming, they are good comfort stories J.
*Disclaimer: I don't own it but the fic. That's all.
He was at the cemetery visiting his father's grave. He looked up at the sky; heavy dark clouds had overtaken the sky casting the whole cemetery in a cold darkness. The wind rustled through the leafless trees eerily but the whole dark scene had matched Harry's mood. If a crack of thunder had suddenly struck a tree with blinding sparks Harry would only smile in pleasure. As he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the small wrapped flowers with an envelope attached he felt a violent chill run down his spine causing his body to tense. Before he knew it his hand was down into the earth of the grave being pulled almost underneath. He could see it now, a cold, white bony hand having hold of his wrist from beyond the grave, his father's face soon poked up from the earth. Harry tried to yank his wrist back with a scream of fear, this wasn't his father, and it couldn't be his father. This man was pale as death with dark purple rings under his eyes and a gaping mouth of yellowed teeth, it was repulsing, he was still deteriorating. The smell of death entered Harry's nostrils and he felt his stomach tightening fighting the urge to gag.
"Harry, you dishonor me by not avenging my death. What kind of son are you? You let Spider-man get away with murder." His raspy voice hissed with anger. Harry had never heard him use this sound of voice before, there was no way that this could be his father.
"No. No, I'm working on it; I promise I'll make him pay one-way or another. He'll suffer more than anyone could ever imagine. I promise, dad." Harry said both in fear of his father as well as being overjoyed in seeing his father again even if it was in this way. They had taken their lives together as father and son for granted and never spent much time together. When they had realized this they both made an agreement to be an actual father and son, but Spider-man stole that time away.
"I don't want your empty promises, Harry! Action! That's what I want. This little deal you have with Beck is conniving, I give you that, but I know that you are capable of better!" His words reminded him all too well of the past Norman Osborn who had claimed that Harry never used his full potential in school. Pain welled up in his heart; even through death his father thought he was a failure. "You are a bright boy, make me proud and show me what you can really do." This struck thought into Harry's mind, he knew his father was right. The only way he could get rid of Spider-man was if he did it himself, Beck would end up trying to screw him over in the end anyways and it seemed that Spider-man wasn't what he was really after. Harry had found Beck's so-called sealed records. Not too long ago Beck was arrested and sent to prison for tampering with a movie set on the Brooklyn Bridge causing a helicopter crash, several injuries to actors and staff, and the lead actress who had been stunt driving a corvette on the bridge was reported missing, her body had never been found. Running from the scene knowing he was a dead man if caught for his actions Beck tried to escape but was caught by Spider-man. Beck's employers filed several charges on Beck including manslaughter even though the actress' body had never been found; they wanted Beck put away for good. Even though Quentin Beck, Mysterio, hated Spider-man, the web head was not his main concern of terminating; he just wanted him out of his way while he could have his revenge.
Harry looked down of what was left of his father and then the corpse that had once been known as Norman Osborn crumbled to dust, leaving Harry alone again.
Jerking awake, Harry sat up on his father's plush couch in the mansion with perspiration dripping off his forehead and running down the sides of his face. He rubbed his eyes exhaustedly and laid his back against the tough leather exterior uncomfortably. Sometimes he'd come and stay at his father's mansion so he could feel to his father, missing him. He again had nightmares but this last nightmare had really gotten to him. He kicked his blankets off himself as he stood up. He had forgotten what he did at the hospital, why did he go there again? Mary Jane. What about her? He didn't remember.
A knock on the door interrupted his jumbled thoughts. He glanced at the door wondering who would possibly come to disturb him at such a late hour and stretched pulling his arms over his head as his green silk shirt rose up over his stomach for a moment. With such restlessness in his own life he had begun to work out at his father's personal gym with a trainer. No one would be able to guess that from under the fancy suits would be a well chiseled body. He toned his muscles in his arms instead of building muscle on, and he developed a flat almost exact washboard stomach. His abs were developing, his stomach was definitely taut with some definition of abs, he didn't have too bad of a body he thought. If only Mary Jane could see him like this and maybe perhaps she would go back to him. Yanking his shirt back down over his stomach he walked over to the door, his body feeling slow and sluggish. Pushing away his thoughts of his father, the nightmare and Mary Jane he opened the door seeing his roommate Peter standing in front of him.
"Hey Pete, what are you doing here?" He asked leaning against the doorway. Peter looked exhausted and depressed or upset about something. He had dark circles brimming under his eyes and his shoulders were slumped forehead with a sense of weakness. "You look like hell," He said not meaning to sound rude to his friend at all.
"I need to ask you something, Harry. Can I come in?" He asked, directing a hand to inside the place. Harry nodded and let Peter inside the main room of the place. Harry nodded to Peter to sit down in one of the leather chairs of the room, Peter did so to be polite but he didn't feel comfortable to be in the home of his former nemesis: Green Goblin.
"Well, talk Peter or are you going to stare at the walls all day," Harry said trying to force a smile on his lips. "Tell me what is on your mind, you look like you want to roll over and die or something." He said critically viewing his friend.
"Well Harry…Aunt May called me and told me that Mary Jane was missing from the hospital. I had just figured that she had overheard someone ranting some stupid rumor from the hospital but when I went to go check for myself there were cops all over the place. I snuck to M.J.'s room and she was gone, I mean the machine was pushed back and all, there was no way she could have gone by herself." Peter said carefully saying each word as he stared at Harry watching him.
"That's horrible, Peter. I wonder what could have happened to her. You don't think that someone abducted her do you?" He asked placing a sincere look on his face.
Peter didn't say a word; he just studied Harry trying to get some kind of reading off him. He felt a stab of mistrust sit in his gut, and he hated himself for not trusting his best friend and roommate.
"Harry, did you visit the hospital today, to see Mary Jane?" He asked trying to keep his voice from sounding shrill. Harry wouldn't lie to him would he?
"Hm…visit Mary Jane in the hospital? No..I did that Tuesday..I didn't have any time today to go see her." He said almost as if sounding casual. Peter's eyes narrowed as he clenched his left fist. Peter caught Harry in the lie; in any other time perhaps he could just shrug it off but not when it was as important as this. He flared his nostrils as he sat there in silence.
Harry caught Peter's glare and sat uncomfortably in his chair. What did Peter know? He looked as if he was going to deck him or something. Harry averted Peter's look as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
Peter's hand shot up only inches away from Harry's face almost smacking him in the face with something. Harry jerked back in reflex, his hands in front of his face trying to avoid any punches Peter might throw. However no punches were thrown, there wasn't a single sound except for Peter's deep breathing.
"Look Harry! Tell me what this is." Peter said raising his voice louder almost shoving something in his face.
Harry moved his hands down from his face and looked back at a card that was only inches away. The top was inscribed to Mary Jane while signed: Love, Harry, with that day's date. He gulped not knowing what to say or think to try to get him out of this. He didn't want to lie to Peter, but it was none of his business. "I found this under the bed with some rose petals, something the police obviously missed. Now Harry, tell me the truth." Peter said calming his voice as he lowered the card. His blue eyes were intense as he was sitting forward desperately trying to get down to what happened.
"What are you, a private detective? Get off my back Peter, it's none of your business about Mary Jane and I." Harry said defensively as he glared back.
"Her well being is my business. If you know what happened to her I want to know. Don't you want her back safe?" Peter said furrowing his brows wondering what Harry's intentions about Mary Jane were. He never thought his friend could be capable of hurting someone but after what Harry had told him in the cemetery about seeking revenge against Spider-man his views were changed.
"I saw her this morning for five minutes. I came in after Felicia Hardy left, brought the roses and the card and left. I had too much to deal with in OsCorp today. So I don't know what happened either. If you think you're going to go blaming it on me then you have another thing coming. You're supposed to be my friend here Pete, not my enemy."
"I'm sorry Harry, I'm just really worried about Mary Jane. I miss her so much I-" Peter's words were cut off from the loud thump against one of the doors upstairs located where Harry's room used to be. Both men jerked their heads up in the direction of the sound freezing in place. Peter shot a look at Harry. "What was that?"
Panic swept across Harry's face.
"Nothing Peter, probably just an old drawer falling out or something, nothing to be worried about." He said quickly. He now remembered what happened. It all came rushing back like a river, him at the hospital with Mary Jane. She had actually begun to recover, it seemed impossible but Mysterio was never one to trust and probably screwed up on Mary Jane. He couldn't leave her there, he knew Spider-man cared about Mary Jane and would use whatever lever he could against him and had to get Mary Jane back to the comatose state she had been in. He snuck her out of the hospital without being seen, getting her back to the mansion was a little bit harder. She had gained unconscious use to her limbs and had begun to move. She was sleepwalking, well stumbling was more like it, knocking over a lamp and falling over the couch. Harry put her up in his old room laying her on the bed; he hoped she would lie still. He could now bet himself that Mary Jane had begun to sleep walk about and had ran into his door. Peter didn't believe him and ran up the stairs quickly towards Harry's room.
"Shit…" Harry muttered angrily as he ran up after Peter. He darted around Peter and slammed himself up against his door blocking entry to Peter. There was another thump against the door causing it to shake. Peter stared at the door not believing what was happening, he looked up at Harry as if waiting for him to move or make up another story.
"Another drawer finding its way to your door, Harry?" He asked sarcastically trying to reach for the doorknob.
Harry knocked his hand away hastily.
"I just remembered that I put our guard dog in here. He was chasing after the service trying to attack them so I decided to lock him in my room just until the help decides to leave." He pressed himself up against the door harder trying to get Peter to stop shoving. Peter was pretty strong surprisingly and it was hard for him to push him away.
If Peter wanted to he could have picked up Harry and tossed him aside, but he would never do that to a friend. "Come on then Harry, let me see your dog, I'm good with animals remember?" He said with a knowing smile on his face.
"Sorry Peter he doesn't like strangers. He'll try to eat you, he was my dad's dog, and the bastard only liked him and tolerated me. You wouldn't survive very long with him on the loose." Harry said quickly, wincing as Peter shoved in Harry again. He heard a splitting crack against the door. 'Great, with our weight combined I bet we're going to splinter the door, not only getting me caught with having Mary Jane here but ruining my dad's favorite wood.' He thought as he tried to move Peter back.
"Really nice of you Harry but I can take care of myself, you know." Peter's voice sounded strained. "Or do you have something to hide in there?" He said challenging him. He stood back a few inches and rammed himself into Harry hard not wanting to hurt him. The door cracked again and splintered causing the both of them to fall into Harry's room on the carpet surrounded by splinters and chunks of wood. Peter looked up and around the room. Everything seemed normal, the bed in the center of the room, a desk against the wall, dresser on the opposite side and the window at the fall wall. Nothing seemed out of place except for the broken door that Peter and Harry caused.
"Guess I didn't lock him up in here," Harry said slowly. He shoved Peter away from him as he slowly stood up with a groan, he could feel some of the wood splinters stuck in his hand. "Thanks a lot Peter, as if I needed more of my things to be broken." He said darkly.
Peter looked down glumly feeling guilty about what he had just done.
"I'm sorry Harry, I'll pay for it I promise." Peter said reaching into his pocket. Harry dismissed it with the mere wave of his hand; he had his back turned to Peter.
"You're my friend, Peter. Friends do stupid things sometimes. Now will you please go? I want to be left alone." Harry said with no trace of emotion. Peter felt worse, suspecting that his friend could be hiding Mary Jane from him, what kind of insane thought was that? He nodded and left quickly without saying a word.
After he was gone Harry looked around to make sure the coast was clear. With no one in sight Harry walked to his closet opening the door. Curled up on the floor he saw Mary Jane lying under some of his clothes.
"Good, maybe you'll stop trying to get me in trouble." He sighed. He grabbed his cell phone off his desk and dialed in a slight familiar number. "Beck, it's Osborn. Yeah, your little experiment on Mary Jane backfired. She's up and walking," He sighed into the phone for a moment. "No…she's not really awake. Just walking around. Fine! You take her to your lab, I don't want you messing around on her at Oscorp alright?!" He hung up the phone and tossed it around the room. He was so sick of this run around. This was not a game to him and he was damned sure he was going to let Mysterio know.
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Spider-man was once again out in the air shooting double web moving quickly. He didn't look down to watch everyone's reaction, he didn't marvel at being able to enjoy. He felt the cold air chill him through his suit but he didn't let that get to him. His mind felt empty, he couldn't think at all even as he passed by the large skyscrapers litted up with bright lights all around him. A flash of red hair, a gorgeous smile that could melt anyone, a soft embrace, the love in her blue-green eyes when she looked at him…that's what he missed. He wanted to feel her soft embrace and the passion that her lips had bestowed upon his twice. When she kissed him the second time in the cemetery he had to hold back his passion, to take her in his arms and kiss back with all his might. He groaned in thought of just kissing her, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before, he could die a happy man to just say that his first kiss had been with a girl he had loved most of his life, her kisses were addicting and it took all his strength to stop himself. He probably wouldn't have stopped if he could have it his way, but if he had it his way he'd be a selfish man and have her kept away safe from anyone. That would be wrong of him, everyone deserved to know Mary Jane and he would never deny her right to seek her dreams of acting, but that was past tense. He thrusted both of his wrists in the air again as he did a double shot of web again yanking his body higher into the air.
It was strange now that his spider sense wasn't going off at all. There had been no robberies, theft or any other crimes committed other than the heist Mysterio pulled with the fake Spider-man. He didn't know either that was bad or good; so many things were going on behind his back. Especially with Harry, Harry was up to something and wasn't willing to tell Peter about it. Was it that bad? Or was Harry in so much grief about his father that he didn't want anyone to try to bother him? Whatever the case was Peter didn't like feeling like he couldn't do anything to help those he cared about. That's why he had become Spider-man, to make sure that nothing ever again happened like what had happened to his Uncle Ben. Secretly though…another reason added to his list of many was to fight the guilt that came with his major mistake.
He felt sick to his stomach thinking about it and lowered his web shooting to land gracefully on a nearby roof. He hunched over for a moment wrapping his arms around his stomach.
"I'm not weak. I-..I can do this. I can find Mary Jane, help Harry and get rid of that fish-bowl lunatic." He said confidently. He stood up to his full height after taking a deep breath inward. He felt an odd buzz in the back of his mind stirring his sense. He looked around and saw nothing coming. Odd.
Shouting directed his attention to a skylight just a few feet away. He lowered himself to the surface of the roof and scaled across silently peering in on the skylight. He was looking in on a white room, about medium sized that had several operating tables in place. A tray was next to one of the operating tables complete with sterilized utensils. Other than that Peter couldn't see too much. He heard a heavy metal door snap shut with an echo and footsteps approaching from below. An older man in a white lab coat walked to the operating table accepting a folder from someone out of Spider-man's view.
"The patient has only gained slight consciousness? I do not understand." The older man said looking through the folder.
The second man out of view from the skylight sighed with a hint of exasperation.
"It's a complicated thing, nothing like this has happened before I don't think. She hasn't really woken up, her sub-conscious is controlling her movements almost like it's willing her to wake up."
"That's preposterous! It's not possible." The older man said almost snapping at the second man. He stopped and pulled out a glossy photo holding it up in the light. "Such a pity that such a young beautiful girl is to under go such treatment." The photo caught in the light of the room and Spider-man caught view of it. His breath caught in his chest as he saw the face of Mary Jane Watson looking back at him. Anger took over common sense as he stood up. He wanted answers and he'd get them right now. Leaping into the air he flipped forward and crashed through the skylight onto the unsuspecting doctors below.
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A/N : Ok this was longer than usual and it was hard to end it how I would have liked but I did put great effort into this story. So please be kind and Review, it'd be much appreciated, I really do appreciate all your comments I've read, you make it worth to write for, heh. And thank you finalfantasygrrl for congratulating me, that was really sweet and Sayuri-san please calm down,lol I read all my reviews so I uh..saw your review..um..chill ok, I'm an MJ and P.P. fan, not that I'm giving my story away or nothing but why would I want to put Felicia with Peter? I'd give myself nightmares. ^.^