Disclaimer-I do not own anything involved in the Spider-Man Universe,
except for my own creations. This fic goes along with the Spider-Man movies
and this takes place a few months after the events in Spider-Man 2. It may
be short, but it's only my first fanfic.
Prologue
Peter Parker, the man known as Spider-Man, shot web after web, swinging swiftly through the great buildings of New York. He was finally happy, now that MJ knew the truth about his secret identity, and they were finally dating, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Harold Osborn, his long-time best friend who had also discovered that he was Spider-Man. He had killed Harry's father, Norman Osborn, in means of battle, although he had not wanted to. Peter hadn't spoke to Harry ever since the day he was unmasked, due to the work of scientist, Doc Ock and Harry himself. Whenever he felt happy about MJ, he would soon find himself thinking about Harry and his emotions would change dramatically. He had to get this off of his mind, and talk to Harry, he had to, or the only happiness he had left would eventually vanish.
He had been trying his best to make money for his dear Aunt May, to help her out with financial problems she had been having ever since the death of her husband, Ben Parker. He would never get over the death of his uncle, especially when he thought it was partially his fault.
May Parker now lived in the same apartment with Peter, just across the hall, due to the fact that it was extremely cheap, but it was enough. He was making all of her money to pay for the small apartment fee, by working at the Daily Bugle. She was getting older and weaker with Ben not around anymore, and she was unable to work anywhere. Soon, he would have to find a second job; he couldn't stay in this dump for the rest of his life, but he was still in college and it would be a few more years until he would have to find a better life for himself and move on.
It was a late autumn night and Spider-Man shot his web towards a tall building and landed softly on top of the roof. He walked over to the edge of the building and looked down at the busy city. He was thinking about going to Oscorp, right now, to speak to Harry, but his mind shifted and he decided to go back to his apartment and see his Aunt May. But he knew it wouldn't be that easy, nothing was that easy. He couldn't have a normal life anymore without having to stop a criminal or even save an innocent child from burning to death in a downtown house fire, but he knew that it was his job to protect the innocent, but was it his job to protect a whole city, all by himself?
Prologue
Peter Parker, the man known as Spider-Man, shot web after web, swinging swiftly through the great buildings of New York. He was finally happy, now that MJ knew the truth about his secret identity, and they were finally dating, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was Harold Osborn, his long-time best friend who had also discovered that he was Spider-Man. He had killed Harry's father, Norman Osborn, in means of battle, although he had not wanted to. Peter hadn't spoke to Harry ever since the day he was unmasked, due to the work of scientist, Doc Ock and Harry himself. Whenever he felt happy about MJ, he would soon find himself thinking about Harry and his emotions would change dramatically. He had to get this off of his mind, and talk to Harry, he had to, or the only happiness he had left would eventually vanish.
He had been trying his best to make money for his dear Aunt May, to help her out with financial problems she had been having ever since the death of her husband, Ben Parker. He would never get over the death of his uncle, especially when he thought it was partially his fault.
May Parker now lived in the same apartment with Peter, just across the hall, due to the fact that it was extremely cheap, but it was enough. He was making all of her money to pay for the small apartment fee, by working at the Daily Bugle. She was getting older and weaker with Ben not around anymore, and she was unable to work anywhere. Soon, he would have to find a second job; he couldn't stay in this dump for the rest of his life, but he was still in college and it would be a few more years until he would have to find a better life for himself and move on.
It was a late autumn night and Spider-Man shot his web towards a tall building and landed softly on top of the roof. He walked over to the edge of the building and looked down at the busy city. He was thinking about going to Oscorp, right now, to speak to Harry, but his mind shifted and he decided to go back to his apartment and see his Aunt May. But he knew it wouldn't be that easy, nothing was that easy. He couldn't have a normal life anymore without having to stop a criminal or even save an innocent child from burning to death in a downtown house fire, but he knew that it was his job to protect the innocent, but was it his job to protect a whole city, all by himself?