Spiderman
A Hero's Story

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Peter Parker and Felicia Hardy stood in front of their school, Midtown High. The whole senior class stood out there waiting for the buses to come and take them to The New York Arachnid Center. It was really hot and the whole class was sweating. You couldn't blame them since they were standing out there for over fifteen minutes. Peter thought he was going to die a very painful burnt death. Just as he gave up hope, he saw her. Mary Jane Watson walked by him and his eyes followed.

Felicia wiped the sweat off her face and sighed. "Peter, quite staring. Flash is going to see you and kill you."

His head turned away from M.J. and back to Felicia. "No, he's inside talking to Gwen Stacey."

Felicia looked at him in surprise. "He is such a jerk." She slowly sat down on the ground. "He claims that he is going with Mary Jane, yet he flirts with Gwen."

Peter nodded his head, "Well he's Flash." Secretly, Peter wished to be as popular as him. Not like him, just his place on the food chain of school. See, people like Flash are considered lions on the food chain. Peter and Felicia are considered mole rats.

"Hey Pete, where's Harry?"

Peter wiped the sweat off his face. "His dad's taking him to the center."

"Isn't he a little...ugh...uptight?"

As they where having there little chat, Norman Osborn sat in his car next to his son, Harry. They had been driving in the car for about fifty-five minutes and no one had said a word. The silence was intense and sent off bad vibes from both parties. Harry was use to it. His dad never talk to him, and if he did, he was yelling or insulting him. Harry knew if someone was going to break the ice, it was going to be him. "So Dad, how's work?" His dad said not one word. Harry wasn't about to give up though. "How's your assistant?" Still nothing. Harry didn't know why his dad didn't talk to him. It was as if he didn't care, or even love Harry. Harry decided to make a bold move. "Dad, how come you don't talk to me? You never say anything unless you're yelling, and your always working. I never see you unless you're coming home at one in the morning, or taking me somewhere." His dad still said nothing. "Dad!"

Norman looked at his son. "The reason I don't talk to you is because there is no since in talking to you unless something important comes up. And I wouldn't yell if you had decent grades and didn't get in trouble. And I am sorry if I try to help give you a better life by working at my business. Now, would you please not talk so I can concentrate and not get into an accident." There was silence for another ten minutes until they pulled up to the center.

Harry got out of the car and looked at his watch. Norman rolled down the window, still with a stern face. "Dad, the schools not going to be here for another hour. How about you and me go out for some breakfast?"

Norman, who still had the same face, rejected. "I've got to get to work." He rolled up the window and drove off, leaving Harry to stay there until the class got there. Harry wasn't just about to stay outside for a hour, so he ventured into the building. As he walked in, there was a young white blonde sitting at the desk. He walked up to her and she didn't even notice him. She just sat there, chewing her gum and filing papers. He coughed. Still nothing. 'Just like my dad,' he thought. "Excuse me."

The lady looked up. "What you want?"

Harry was surprised with her response. She was a secretary. She wasn't suppose to talk to the people that came in like that. Or so he thought. "Ugh...I'm Harry Osborn, I wa–"

"So what? You want a ribbon or something? I know kids like you. Stuck up little rich kids. Well listen up. I ju-"

"Cidney." Harry looked behind her to see an old man. He was pudgy, with balding white hair. Wearing a white lab coat, he shook Harry's hand. "Hi. I'm Dr. Smith."

"I'm Harry Osborn."

"Are you Normans son." Harry nodded. "Yes yes. He funds much of our research. Come on, I'll give you a tour.

An hour later

Norman Osborn nervously sat at his desk, awaiting the visit from Mr. Jack Davidson. See, Mr. Davidson was a major provider of money to Normans main project, project green. It would give the drinker superstrength. It was made for people who are disabled and don't have strength to function properly. Then the doors opened, it was him. Norman stood up and shook his hand. "Nice to see you Jack."

He looked at Norman with a cold face. "Mr. Davidson, Osborn."

He smiled nervously, "Sorry sir. How's the wi-"

"Lets just get down to the point. Project Green isn't working. You are way behind schedule and I have just been informed that your going back to the drawing board." Norman sat there silently, no words had to be said. "We're pulling the plug."

"But si-"

"I'm sorry." Mr. Davidson stood up and walked to the door."It's over."

Norman watched as he exited the room. "No......it's not over."