Chapter Two

Harry Osborn knew what he had to do. Despite his own personal struggle, coming to terms with Spider-Man's exposed identity as his friend Peter Parker, he had to avenge his father's death. Especially now that I have the glider and pumpkin bombs, he thought mischievously.

He still remembered that fateful night.

He held the knife over Spider-Man's vulnerable body, ready to find out who had killed his father.

"Now let's see who's behind the mask."

He lifted the mask quickly, and, quickly realized the mistake he had made.

"No....no....Peter..."

Peter angrily sat up and freed himself from the barbed wire that held him captive. Harry dropped the knife, stepping back in disbelief.

"Harry, where is he? Octavius? We have to stop him. He has MJ..." Peter demanded, concern in his face.

"You killed my father."

Peter could only silently look at him, guilt ridden in his facial expressions.

"There are bigger things going on here than just you and me," Peter said. "Come on Harry! MJ's in trouble. I've got to find her."

It seemed like just yesterday. That night, Harry decided that he had to fight his own inner voice telling him that Peter was only intending goodwill. After all, my father is gone because of Peter. He must pay.

Cackling laughter filled the air. His own? Oh yes. And he enjoyed it.

Minutes later, the sound of a glider whispered in the distance, along with a familiar evil chuckle.



Two Months Later

Mary Jane Watson figured it out a long time ago. Subconsciously, somehow she always knew that Spider-Man was Peter Parker. Peter Parker was Spider- Man.

Her fiancee was Spider-Man. She was marrying Spidey in two weeks!

She was conflicted. At first, she was glad that she finally had closure when she found out who he was. But now she felt a pang of sadness for him, and almost wished that she was still oblivious to how much he sacrificed for her and the rest of New York City.

Now here she was helping him find a tombstone for his now deceased aunt.

Peter and MJ walked together, hand in hand, looking for the appropriate headstone for Aunt May. After being diagnosed with cancer, she had withered away into frailty and sickness much faster than Peter or MJ could imagine. Her death caught them by surprise.

"Pete? Have you heard from Harry? I heard that he went off the deep end after all that with Dr. Octavius. I know he lost a lot of money in Oscorp, but he should at least say hi to his friends still," MJ asked him.

"MJ, Harry is NOT my friend, and I don't think you should talk to him ever again, either," he replied, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Why Pete?"

"I never got around to telling you this, but he found out that I'm Spider- Man, too. He still wants to kill me, to avenge Norman's death. He's a danger to us both," Peter said as they stopped walking.

They had stopped in front of a simple tombstone that seemed to reflect Aunt May in more ways than one. It was a simple gray color, and an angel stood to the side of it. Etched into the stone, were the simple words:

You were an angel in the light. You are an angel in the dark. In loving
memory.

"It's perfect, Pete," MJ told him, understanding written clearly in her eyes. They both looked down at the tombstone, engrossed in thoughts so deep that even Spider-Man could not save them from drowning.

As much as MJ still wanted to talk to Harry, she knew that she had to trust Peter. She always would.

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