Warning: Chapter contains depiction of self-mutilation.
Author's notes: So here's the exciting conclusion. It took awhile to get all the action-packed sequences just right. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 4: Always Brothers
Spider-man had a difficult task ahead of him. His best friend had almost transformed into a Goblin. Instead of becoming the next heir to the Goblin kingdom, Harry was currently being controlled once more by Anti-Venom. The wall-crawler needed to free his buddy from the dreaded symbiote. He also had to deal with the malicious Goblin King.
As he rushed back to Anti-Venom, the white symbiote spotted the web-head. It recalled its time fighting against him in a lab ran by a madman with mechanical appendages. Perhaps the web-slinger could grant it information regarding something it wished to know. White tendrils grabbed hold of the red arms and blue legs. Spider-man became stunned by the sudden act. Anti-Venom brought the web-spinner closer to its fierce face. Its orange eyes stared directly at the white slits. It showed no interest in harming him.
"Patient Zero," was all it said.
"Patient Zero?" Spider-man repeated. He had no clue as to the subject's matter. "This is a weird time to re-hearse your lines for a medical drama."
"Patient. Zero," Anti-Venom demanded once more, emphasizing each word.
"OK, pal, I don't know what you're getting at. But how about letting go of my friend Harry? He's been through a lot as it is, and I'm sure he's had enough symbiotes—aahhh!"
Anti-Venom lost its passiveness. Since the masked hero delivered no useful information, Anti-Venom had no use for him. It tossed him aside. Refusing to let its host free, it darted to a second story window. It had its own job to perform. As it sprang itself towards freedom, a Pumpkin Bomb exploded. The creature yelled, in both fear and in pain.
"You're not going anywhere, Harry," The Goblin threatened. He stayed onboard his glider. His yellow eyes openly displayed his rage. While his tone carried a parental authority, he still brandished his jurisdiction over Goblin members. He continued in a disgusted tone, "The nerve the public will vociferate when seeing an Osborn reigned by a deplorable symbiote!"
He was prepared to fling another explosive when webbing enclaved his hand.
"Like being a grubby Goblin is any better!" Spider-man shouted. He had recovered from his dizzy spell and immediately noticed the threatening combustion. "Don't go blowing those things willy nilly! You could lose a finger or start a fire. A distasteful building like this… This whole place could go up in flames."
The Goblin growled. He used a Razor Bat in his other hand to cut the webbing. Once free, he then hurled the bomb towards the web-head. He roared, "Stay out of this, you pest! This is a conversation between father and son!"
The masked ruffian dodged the explosion. He was at a closer distance to Anti-Venom than The Goblin. Because he was free from his chains earlier, he knew he couldn't waste his chance in rescuing his best friend. "Yeah, well, you're not the boss of me. I'm gonna 'C' my way through this 'A-B' conversation. Starting with keeping Little Mister Reverse Venom from scurrying away."
The burst knocked Anti-Venom to the ground. Yet it found its footing with ease. Its orange eyes swapped between Spider-man and The Goblin. After checking its host's memories, it found a subdued hatred for the wall-crawler and a festering bitterness against the green brute. It didn't care. It didn't have time for human drama. It wanted to vacate the warehouse.
Spider-man discerned the creature's behavior. He recalled all the grit he endured—from departing his neighborhood, to being locked up, to witnessing Goblins dumping a human body, to seeing his buddy holding a Goblin Prince tattoo. He was ready to end his mission. He remarked, "Looks like Anti-Venom doesn't want to play with you anymore, Gobbie. And, frankly, I'm sick of your games, too."
"Then I've got some bad news for you," The Goblin ominously replied. "We're far from done here."
Spider-man no longer wished to allow his foe to hold authority over him. Stoutly, he answered back, "Oh, I think we are. Just look around you. Your groupies are almost all gone. Some managed to escape. Others, you purposefully outright murdered. Doesn't seem like you have anyone else left in your corner. Even your own son has shown he's done with your nonsense."
The Goblin searched the warehouse. The ocean of green had trickled down to a pond. After battling Spider-man and Anti-Venom with little results, their spirits were broken. His army had been defeated. He then gazed at Anti-Venom. He knew his son was underneath the white goop. He could always re-create the Goblin formula. But he couldn't pass over on the chance in having Harry become a proper Goblin. He refused to permit his son to be enslaved by his enemies, both Doc Ock, S.H.I.E.L.D., or even a lowlife like Spider-man.
"You won't be taking what's rightfully mine!" The Goblin shouted. He thrust his glider forward. "I'll take my son back! And then I'll squash you like the insignificant bug you are!"
Spider-man could see the morphed industrialist aiming for Anti-Venom. He didn't know if the behemoth wanted to slay his son or to merely knock him out of the ring. He didn't have to ponder. He shot his webs towards the tall creature. They seized it. The wall-crawler used all his force to tug the symbiote away. Anti-Venom was cleared from the green monster's destructive path.
The Goblin realized his error. He didn't have time to turn around his speeding vehicle. The glider smashed into an electric box. Sparks flew. Since the warehouse had been maintained by careless Goblins, much of the safety protocols had been ignored. Those glints caught fire to crusty crates and old rags, many of which were soaked in oil. The flames quickly and uncontrollably spread.
Spider-man gasped at the new danger. "We should head out. I didn't bring enough marshmallows and graham crackers for everyone here."
Anti-Venom bore trouble focusing on its mission. The bright colors red, orange, and yellow were drawing closer to it. As smoke began to grow, it could hear remaining members screaming, finding it difficult to see. Because of its natural ability to heal, the symbiote could view the whole arena easier. It was, however, fearful of the untamed outbreak.
Spider-man realized that. "Fire is one of a symbiote's weakness!"
He knew he had to get his best friend out from the flames. He also saw the remaining horde trapped. The blaze was consuming everything at an alarming rate. Knowing he had to take care of the innocent first (as innocent as they could be), he rushed over towards a mitigated wall. He prepared his shoulder and bashed into it like a football player against his opponent. "Whew! Good thing I didn't skip all of Midtown High's games. Maybe I could be a sport's caster one day."
A small portion crumbled. An opening has been made.
The hero vaulted and stood on a box. Through the rising smoke, he barely saw the alarmed cult members and heard their anguished screams. He tried his best to inhale and shout. "Calling all remaining Goblins! Take your shot at escaping this warehouse fire! Make it out, and you get a prize: Your life saved!"
The multitude heard the confident voice. They strained themselves to see the exit. Once they saw an escape path, they rushed towards freedom. They wouldn't be able to get off the platform because of the surrounding ocean. But at least they were cleared from the blaze. In the event of a sprinting mob, countless people were stepped over. Spider-man hurriedly used his webs to remove people from the stampede. He had to let them go in order to clear the playing field.
"One step at a time!" the hero ordered. "Keep this evacuation clean! Remember your buddy!"
As it seemed the exodus was coming under control, the web-head looked back to the original Goblin and Anti-Venom. The duo had resumed their battle. The wall-crawler glared at the green beast. As Peter began his friendship with Harry, he had interacted more with Norman. He understood the older Osborn was unwilling to relinquish control. Even when his son did all he could to please his father, the iron businessman made his decision.
He moved his wrist closer to his mouth. "Spider-man to S.H.I.E.L.D."
From a distance, The Goblin saw the fleeing members. The black smoke was billowing towards the roof. The heat was growing intense. Seeing all that he was losing, he turned back to Anti-Venom. He growled. "You see what you made me do, Harry? You're always causing mistakes."
Anti-Venom understood the green monster was referring to its host. So far the behemoth was the one responsible for refusing to allow it to escape and find Patient Zero. The Goblin was an ugly blockade Anti-Venom needed to rage war against for its freedom. Holding faith in its skills, it charged towards him.
"No!" Spider-man yelled from the other side.
"So," The Goblin began, his voice infused with hostility. "You refused your role as Goblin Prince. You accepted this wretched symbiote to take control. Now you think you can take on your old man? Fine!"
"No, no!" the web-spinner insisted. He bolted towards them. "No one is here to take on his old man!"
Earlier he had the mission of saving a son from his father. Now he needed to prevent that same father and son from slashing each other to bits. The fire was spreading. Attempting to slow down the white symbiote, the wall-crawler was met with his hand swatting him away. He slid to the hot ground. He helplessly watched as Anti-Venom charged.
Sharp claws aimed for the green monster. The Goblin rode his glider and dodged the attack. He then flung his Razor Bats. White webbing from a distance prevented the black metal from scraping against the creature. Anti-Venom didn't bother thanking his teammate for the assistance. Instead it used its tendrils to lift itself off the ground. It then aimed its body over The Goblin with the intention to drop on him like an anvil. The glider was too quick for the symbiote. There was a continuous event of fists aiming for torsos and faces. How often one ended up only smacking air or kicking a piece of warehouse equipment. The wall-crawler tried what he could to interfere. His own arachnid strength was trounced with all the smoke and heat. The growing fire meant little to the battling dyad.
Yellow eyes observed the agility the symbiote brought. The creature was unafraid to use its hind legs to spring forward or use its long claws to cut. Its laughter wasn't as crazy as Carnage. Nor was it as intelligible as Venom. This symbiote seemed to have a greater manipulation over its host. But it held its pride. It was driven to complete its mission.
Anti-Venom lunged once more towards its opposition. A green hand caught a white tendril. The symbiote was then thrust aside.
The father activated his scientific counterpart. He scrutinized his son's habits, the ambition it applied. It seemed only when the young Osborn was pushed to the edge was he able to unlock his potential. Forlornly, The Goblin mumbled, "If only Harry was able to use this ability as a Goblin. Then, perhaps, he wouldn't have been an embarrassment to the Osborn name."
"I heard that, Gobbie!" Spider-man shouted. Combining his hands, he dropped himself over his enemy. He wasn't fast enough to smack his opponent, for the glider zoomed away. The hero jumped back and stared at his foe. He became enraged. The abuse boiled him like the fire attacking the running oil. He clenched a fist. "Harry only had the utmost respect for you as his dad and his family name. He tried to do better in science. He sought out different school activities for you to attend, only to see an empty spot on the bleachers. He even enlisted Venom to go against S.H.I.E.L.D. agents plus me and my team to save you. Remember that?"
"So how have you been aware of my son's mediocre performances?" The Goblin questioned. "Have you taken delight in stalking the Osborn family? Or were you afraid of a new Goblin running around?"
"You forget who kidnapped your son while you were A.W.O.L. Doc Ock, that's who. And it was me who got Harry outta that slimy man's robotic appendages. So what if I kept an eye on an heir to Oscorp? It was a good thing. You would've done worse had he failed to be a proper Goblin. You said so yourself. Try taking responsibility for your actions for a change."
Norman Osborn and The Goblin have always hated failure. He despised the lecture he was receiving. And from a teenager, no less. He scoffed.
Spider-man felt the heat over his costume. He couldn't stop now. He could tell his enemy was becoming irritated. He had to keep jeering to infuriate the man. He had to cloud the brute's judgment. Boisterously, he added, "But since taking responsibility is such a foreign concept for you, Anti-Venom and I will take out leave. Don't bother writing to us or making a call. We'll throw away your letters and send you to voicemail without a second thought."
The Goblin refused to accept failure. As Norman, he made sketchy deals and worked late hours into the night to rebuild Oscorp. As The Goblin, he gathered together an army to take over the city. He had to silence many witnesses and those looking to rat him out. He saw Spider-man preparing to web him. From the corner of his eye, he also saw Anti-Venom trying to leap towards him. He swung his glider to the side, eluding the webbing. He then whipped himself around.
Anti-Venom stopped midair. It screamed. Something yellow attacked it. Something shocked it.
The source of the electricity was from The Goblin. His gray hand was discharging. He at last used his electric gauntlet. Menacingly, he grinned. "To think with all the excitement I'd forgotten this beauty."
The teen in the red mask gasped. He witnessed the barrage against Anti-Venom. Once the sparks ceased, it dropped to the ground. The white symbiote lay on the ground. It did not spring back to its feet.
"No!" Spider-man shouted. "Harry!"
He felt his heart nearly stop. He worried for the worst. Perhaps the older Osborn had actually kept his word. He then faced The Goblin, the madman who started all this.
The features across the green face showed no regret over his choice. Instead, he unhurriedly remarked, "A little corporal discipline goes a long way. I've never been one to deliver a hand across my son. But with him refusing to do as I've order, he brought my hand."
Spider-man seethed. His rage was growing like the fire that surrounded them. He had all he could take. Yelling like a barbarian, he raced towards his most hated enemy. His red boots pushed against the gray floor. He prepared his shoulder once more. He focused all his astounding strength on the monster who tormented him, his teammates, the city, and his best friend. Leaping in the air, his amazing arachnid powers shoved The Goblin off his glider and into the wall. The mighty impact injured his foe. He fell to the ground.
Recovering from his bash, Spider-man stayed in place. He huffed. He didn't intent to kill the man. He only needed to injure him, to slow him down so that he and the host to the symbiote could escape. After taking a breather, he turned behind. The Goblin had fallen off his ride. To prevent anymore harm coming from the machine, Spider-man shot his webs. He locked the glider in place.
The Goblin rubbed his injured area. He only lifted himself to see his enemy. He thought about the speech he received moments ago. He retorted, "So you chose to point sticky fingers at me? I can say that the rage built within you has grown since the hours have passed. I can justifiably say that you, Spider-man, are taking the matter more personally than a professional hero should. Why is that?"
The white slits in the red mask glared at the scheming yellow eyes.
"Because I care about this city," the web-head avowed. "I will do what I can to protect it."
He then brought his wrist communicator close to his mouth once more. "Spider-man to S.H.I.E.L.D. Time to drop like a hot record on a Tuesday at midnight. And careful when I mean hot."
The Goblin became confused by the web-spinner's words. His pointy ears at once picked up the sound of helicopter blades turning. Before he had to time to react, agents in uniform burst through the windows on the second floor. Their boots stomped on the ground. They carried heavy guns.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The Goblin shouted. He turned and faced his young enemy. He was maddened but also perplexed. The wall-crawler was one to have bashed his fists by himself. Despite that, there he was with a wave of agents behind him. Inflamed, the green beast shouted, "You coward! Using an army against me than handling me yourself?!"
"I used to work alone," Spider-man calmly countered. He could see arrogance had been replaced with tumult. He went on, "I thought it was the better option. I thought I was keeping everyone I cared about safe. Maybe I was too prideful. I acted pretty foolish. And my best friend got hurt because that."
He thought back to when The Frightful Four stormed Midtown High. Spider-man was unaware a tracker had been placed on him. The culprits besieged the students, resulting in Harry being attacked. Holding his vigor, he continued, "But having a team and working under S.H.I.E.L.D. taught me the value of teamwork and the strength that everyone carries. That made me stronger. So, yeah, maybe I contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. before I even stepped foot at this chemical plant and told them to be on standby."
Yellow eyes widened. A heavy voice boomed. "You miserable arachnid! I'll kill you! I'll kill everyone you've ever loved! I'll kill anyone who's ever loved you! No fucking way I'm going down like this!"
"Hey! You remembered that spiders are arachnids! I'm so tired of everyone mistaking me for an insect."
Spider-man watched as some of the agents battled against the cult members having yet to escape the cursed warehouse. Some willingly surrendered. Others fruitlessly fought against the trained agents. The fire was an immediate hazard. The mission was both to arrest the horde and bring them to safety. The wall-crawler had to accept many of them were criminals, or at minimum, accessories to conspiracies against the city. They needed to be brought in—his old science partner, his old acquaintance, and his ex-girlfriend. He then brought to mind his best friend.
"Harry!" he gasped. He looked for the fallen symbiote. To his astonishment, Anti-Venom had brought itself back to its feet. However, he noticed an immediate problem. He observed the blaze surrounding Anti-Venom. With the amplifying intense heat, it was losing control over its host. He could barely see a teen with auburn hair underneath. He at once could tell the other boy was in no condition to flee from a burning building on his own. "Harry!"
The wall-crawler dashed to his vulnerable best friend. He managed to out race S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. They were obviously prepared to bring in the creature defaulted as a criminal. Spider-man placed himself in front of Anti-Venom and set his arms up for protection. "I got this! Symbiotes are my department! Go get The Goblin King and his villagers! Don't forget to check that ugly Tower! But bring the chopper closer for me!"
At first the agents were reluctant. However, in the case of a fire, there was no room for argument. The hero in the red and blue tights had proven his skills as a leader. Once the agents cleared, Spider-man turned to Anti-Venom. The creature was losing its domination. The web-head grabbed the other teen's arm. Enacting his best to ignore the goop, he placed the arm over his shoulder. "Don't worry, pal. I got you. I won't let you be the one to pay for your dad's sins."
Anxiety took control for a moment when he didn't hear a response. He understood he had to remove his buddy from the scorching warehouse. He looked ahead. He spotted a ladder rope unfolded from the giant hole in the ceiling. Taking his friend, he rushed over. He settled them both on the steps. The ladder began to retract itself higher and higher.
The Goblin had returned to his feet. All alone he fearlessly was knocking heads against the other agents. He refused to be defeated by the government he sought to hold authority over. From the corner of his narrow eyes, he noted the wall-crawler and his son leaving. "Harry! Do you really plan to leave your father like this? The man who raised you all on his own?! You ungrateful brat! I'll be back to tan your ass!"
Spider-man vaguely heard the cries from his greatest enemy. He strongly believed the war wasn't over. He turned himself enough to shoot his webbing. Those landed against The Goblin, keeping the fallen king in place. The ladder was moving upwards uninterrupted. The hero could breathe easier since he was cleared from the relentless fire. Once the teen hero and his friend reached the top, he pulled himself in first. He was prepared to help his buddy on board when guns were pointed to the creature.
"Hold up," one agent ordered. "We can't let this in."
"What?" Spider-man questioned. He became stunned from the command. He had to fight for his case. "But it's Harry Osborn. The civilian from this rescue mission. I can't just drop him like a burning skillet."
"That may be. But he has an unidentified creature covering him."
"It's just Anti-Venom! Another symbiote!" Spider-man could see the agent wasn't yielding to his reason. He had to give a more logical argument, not an emotional one. "I gotta bring this symbiote in. It's another one of Doctor Octopus' inventions. I can't let it be in the hands of The Goblin any longer. The one under the symbiote is just another civilian from war."
The agent heard the assertion. The gun was pulled back. The hero resumed getting himself set to pull up his buddy. He at last heard a groan.
Harry began to gain his conscious back. His blue eyes opened. Realizing none of his body parts was connected to the ground in any way, he gasped. Frightened, he looked around. He saw his was about to enter a flying helicopter. He looked below. He could see the warehouse engulfed in flames. He looked up. He spotted the web-slinger. "Spider-man?"
"Harry!" the other boy called. "Glad to see you awake. I'm trying to pull you in. You don't have a fear of heights, right? Or a fear of planes?"
"What's going on?" the auburn asked. As the blades of the helicopter spun, he had to shout to be heard. He last recalled taking the Goblin formula against his will. The one was delivering the needle was Norman. No, not Norman. The Goblin. He gasped, "Where's my dad!"
"Uh…"
Harry turned back down. He saw the warehouse that he and Spider-man were attempting to escape from hours ago. He then saw the Tower he was locked in. Both were covered in flames that matched the lowering sun. Black smoke could be spotted from high in the air. Seeing how the helicopter was not one shaped for holding large criminals, he turned angry. He shouted, "You're just gonna leave him there?! To fry like a piece of tempura?!"
"No! You're dad's gonna be safe! Well, safe enough since he's The Goblin. He's being detained by S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
"So they're gonna take him and lock him up for good?!"
Free from the immediate danger, the symbiote began to regrow over its host.
"Harry, you gotta understand," the web-slinger argued. "Your dad isn't in his right mind. He chose his work over you. Not just Oscorp. But finding ways to take over the city. It doesn't hafta end with him wearing the classic striped shirt for life. You want him to get better, don't you? Then let me help. Let S.H.I.E.L.D. help."
The young Osborn grunted. A pain grew in his heart. For weeks, maybe months, he was ignorant of his father's new vocation. He hated being alone in his penthouse, atop of successful corporation. Perhaps the notorious mask ruffian made a point.
"I… I do want him to get better," Harry confessed. A part of him, however, couldn't approve of the contention. His tone turned angry. "But I can't accept that S.H.I.E.L.D. is looking to simply cure him. Not after the way you guys treated him the first time. If you're gonna hold him in a cell, then lock me up, too. I can't trust you."
The declaration slashed the young hero's heart. His buddy had witnessed all the horrors Norman Osborn has created while serving as The Goblin. He had risked himself to save his pal. He almost lost his life. Yet the young Osborn still showed his loyalty to his father. The one under the mask knew Harry would stand by his dad, his only family. He could see the symbiote gaining control. After their adventure in The Tower, he knew what he needed to do.
"Harry, listen to me. I know you have your hatred towards Spider-man," the teen began. "But I've seen you listen more to your best friend Peter Parker. That's what I'm here to do."
Using his free hand, he pulled up his mask.
Harry gasped. He took in the features. He spotted the familiar brown hair. His blue eyes gazed into another set of blue eyes. He saw the face of the teen he invited in his limo on that rainy day. Stunned, he responded, "Pete? You're Spider-man?"
"Long story. I know I've lied to you before. Now you see why. But please, trust me when I say this is real. I'm here to get you outta this Tower for good."
The young Osborn questioned everything. He always wondered why his best friend would suddenly need to run off, arrive late, or not show altogether. He would always become angry whenever his father broke his promises. His best friend kept secrets from him. His father kept secrets from him. Those close to him fed him lies. They deceived him. He felt completely alone. His grip was loosening.
Peter gasped. Earlier, Harry had delivered his dismissal of his best friend. To keep him safe. Now it was Peter's turn. He had to give his own genuine performance. "Harry, you helped me back when we were at Midtown High. You've gotten me outta jammed lockers. You've helped me sneak into school whenever I was running late, which you get now. I've always been helping you out—tutoring sessions for science, listening to you weep over your break up with Lily, preventing anyone from killing Norman…. I did it because you're my friend. My best friend. I did what I could as Spider-man. This is what I'm doing as Peter. But I can't do anything more until you let go."
The other boy stared at his closest buddy. He understood. He closed his eyes and inhaled. As he exhaled, he released all his negative feelings. He decided he could go without having a girlfriend. What they once shared was over. He understood that Peter never meant to leave him behind. He forgave his best buddy for all the minor fibs. He understood Spidey had nothing to do with Norman disappearing. The Goblin was a monster. His father had made his own path.
The white symbiote slowly peeled off his body. It tried its best to latch on but failed. More of the adolescent's clothing and fair complexion showed. The white goop slide off like honey. It fell below. It dropped into a pile of flames.
Symbiotes have a weakness of fire and loud sounds. Peter barely watched as the remains of Anti-Venom tumbled. He strongly believed the strange creature was no more. His friend was now free. From the symbiote. From the wrath of The Goblin. He grunted as he pulled Harry into the chopper.
The two rested on the floor. Gasping, the duo looked at each other. Blue eyes could see the other and found out what the other was willing to sacrifice and willing to take on in the name of friendship.
A blackness began to overtake Harry's vision. All he could see was the face of someone who was always there to help him, to be a friend. He fainted. Peter kept a good grip on him. He brought him away from the closed door. Barely he could see the remains enveloped in destruction. The Goblin and the rest of the cult would be taken care of.
Peter turned away. He faced the young Osborn. The two brothers made it out alive. Placing his mask back on, he remained silent as the chopper blades whirled and the helicopter swooped far from the battle as the sun finished setting.
Forest Hills remained unshaken from the chaos that resided near the city. Only the local news made a slight presence. While the suburbs at one time can be the home where superheroes grew up and learned their values, much of what gets left behind is duller. Harry awoke in a peaceful setting. He was lying on a bed. Freshly cleaned sheets covered him. His head rested against a soft pillow.
The moonlight came in uninterrupted. His ears heard the choir of crickets chirping. The whole atmosphere differed from what he bore through. Sitting up, he groaned. His body ached. He felt far worse than any high school Gym class could do to him. He slowly stirred to awaken his stiff form. Looking around, he found himself in a normal bedroom. He saw a plain dresser, a refurbished nightstand, and an oval rug. He recognized the space. "Am I in Peter's house?"
After camp outs that were camp ins during their carefree days, the young Osborn was aware of the guest bedroom setup.
"Ah, my head…" he groaned. His mind was a mess. He last remember being rescued. Not entirely by Spider-man. But by his best friend. At least, he thought so. He recalled the red mask being lifted. Perhaps he swapped one face for another. It was tough keeping track of all the drama and tragedy that took place within the Goblin Tower.
He gasped. Recalling more from his harrowing escapade, he looked over himself. No longer was he shrouded by that white goop. His flesh was his own. His clothing, though it had its tears, was what he had been wearing all along. He couldn't even feel its eerie presence.
"It's gone," he realized. "Anti-Venom… It's completely gone."
He wished he could celebrate. The warehouse wasn't the first time he had been controlled by the symbiote. But so much was weighing down on his heart. His father had chosen a criminal path. His ex-girlfriend was also indoctrinated, the Goblin formula coursing through her veins. And although they didn't get along, his old lab partner Vin had pledged to the group. His best friend was also pulled into the fray.
"Pete…" he whispered.
Staring downward towards the sheets, he noticed a dark gray T-shirt. He heard footsteps approaching the closed door. Quickly, he yanked off his old clothing. His shoulder was still sore. His haunting tattoo remained. Ignoring his sudden pain, he tossed his raggedy outterwear to the other side. He swiftly placed on the stretched out gray shirt. All he had to do was get his arm through the hole. Its sleeves were long enough to cover his tattoo.
The door swung open. Inside walked an elderly woman wearing a red jacket.
"Harry," she smiled, "you're awake."
The boy fumbled to speak. "Oh, uh, yeah. It's nice to see you again, Aunt May."
She was the first friendly face he had seen in awhile. Harry had always felt welcomed whenever he visited the humble abode. She would always happily fix him an after school snack like she did for Peter. If there was ever a spill on his sweater, she would offer to clean it. Her generosity was unending. He already knew how much weighed on her heart with the loss of her husband. He figured how devastated she could be should she lose her nephew. He didn't know how much she knew about any recent events.
Wearing her cheerful smile, she approached the bed. She carried with her a tray. On it was a plate filled with homemade peanut butter crackers and a glass of apple juice. "After that incident with The Goblin, I'm so glad to see you're OK."
He noted his new clothing. He was grateful he could hide his ghastly tattoo. She had mentioned The Goblin. Harry pondered if she was aware of the beast's true identity. That fact wasn't made public when he arrived at the Tower. He wondered if that had changed since the hours of his imprisonment. He was sure Peter had done all he could to keep her safe.
She heard no response from him. She examined his face. The auburn was no stranger to her. As Harry became friends with Peter, she was delighted in seeing Peter growing more confident in himself. She could also see her nephew becoming a good influence on the young Osborn. Harry became more humble and began to understand not all audiences want his money. Sometimes being with a person is enough. She spotted his exhaustion. Her smile faded as she observed a darkened spot on the teen's face. Her gentle hand wiped across the bruised eye. Harry hissed as he pulled his head back.
The sting quickly left. Harry believed she would have questions. He would have trouble giving any responses. He didn't know if she wanted him out of the house soon. He took the tray and munched on his snack. He realized he hadn't eaten since his time at the Tower. He tried to show his gratitude. "Thanks for letting me crash here… Uh… Missus Parker!"
"Oh, Harry, you don't hafta be so formal with me. You know you can always call me 'Aunt May'."
The teen stopped his munching. He gazed at her warm smile and fostering eyes. She was someone who gave genuine care, no matter the person. She was the only positive female influence he had in his life. He felt a large pain in his chest. Dolefully, he shook his head. "Not after everything my dad did. He endangered your nephew. He would've endangered you as well."
May was well aware of what was mentioned. She understood all the trauma and despair her guest was undergoing. Tenderly, she replied, "Harry, you must understand something: You are not your father."
Shocked, the auburn adolescent stared at her. Seriously yet lovingly, she continued, "Peter told me what happened back at the chemical plant. You stood up against someone you loved to stand by those you care about. You have a good heart."
He heard the kind words. He knew of his hasty actions back at the Tower. Though he vowed to keep the remaining members of the Parker family safe, he knew he stood no chance against his dad. Guilt swept him. He lowered his head. "I'm sorry."
May understood the anguish the teen was bearing. She was aware of his goals, to one day be in charge of Oscorp, to make his father proud. She could see that ambition whenever Peter tutored him. She would applaud him whenever he made his academic improvements. She was also glad to see him encourage her nephew to be out of his comfort zone. Harry carried no fault in the course. Seeing someone who needed comfort, she gently embraced her guest.
Harry gratefully accepted the hug. He was sadden to be departed from someone he loved and respected, his only family. A part of him was gratified that he had those who believed that he wasn't doomed to be his father. Such a comparison was something he once longed for. But he could no longer hold on to such desires. He had his own life to live.
They pulled apart when two more people entered the guest bedroom. Harry noticed Mary Jane and Peter. He already was aware the redhead was also someone Peter wanted to keep safe. He realized she didn't have her recording equipment on hand. He could safely assumed she respected his privacy. He then focused on the brunet.
"Hey," they greeted in unison.
The woman saw the interaction between the two best friends. Despite the boy's bicycle mishap, she recalled how excited her nephew was when he came home after a particular rainy day. He had excitedly chatted about his morning around the dinner table. She and her husband were happy for their nephew. Like any teens, the boys had the ups and downs in their friendship. She was elated that they kept their bond. She stood up. "You've had a long day. I'll be getting these dishes out of your way and then start on your bath."
Mary Jane was also relieved to see her friend alive. She was unaware of all the details. For now she accepted that he was out of danger from that awful Tower. To excuse herself, she insisted, "Let me help you with that tray, Aunt May."
The two made their exit. A set of blue eyes from the brunet watched them as they left.
The remaining boys stayed in silence. The wind gently rustled against the window. Crickets could be heard resuming their song. Spider-man had the task of carrying the auburn back to his place. The one under the mask was contended to see his guest awake. He was worried for his health. Possession by any symbiote was always unpleasant. He had endured his own experience thanks to Carnage. At least he brought his brother out safely from the hands of The Goblin.
Harry looked at his pal. He recalled all the disparagement he threw at him in order to protect him. He feared their friendship had ended. Yet here he was in the boy's house. He was grateful for their continuing connection. He did, however, had other questions. "Pete, you made it out alive? I wasn't sure how far you got from the Tower or those Goblins. Did Spider-man come back for you?"
A small smile came over the brunet. Peter did worry for his buddy's well-being after the auburn fell unconscious. It appeared that Anti-Venom, no matter how wicket, had healed the young Osborn's wounds. It didn't appear enough, for Harry still had his bruised eye and malicious tattoo. He concluded that his buddy's mind repressed much of what took place. Reluctantly, he also believed that it was for the best. "Yeah. Uh, Spider-man came along with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. They put out the fire and arrested all those cult members. Anyone who was there without the serum were placed in another prison. I sense that those Goblin guys will get the antidote they need."
Harry turned surprised with what his pal had revealed. He was aware of his time under Anti-Venom. He was unaware of what took place while under its restraint. Dismally, he lowered his eyes. "So Lily…"
Peter spotted the mourning. "Yeah, she was arrested, too. But I think a greater punishment will come from her dad. If he bothers to visit her at all. Seems like things are really complicated between them."
"I know. When I first met Bill, he was protective of her like… like any father would be."
Peter listened. He heard his pain. He recalled his actions as Spider-man. He stood by his philosophy. "Lily made her decision to stay with her sister. Just like how I'm staying by my brother."
Harry heard what the other teen declared. He also recalled their conversion after he was rescued from a previous symbiote takeover. He smiled. Concerned for his brother's well-being, he replied, "I did think you and Carlie made the perfect couple. I also know it's important to be happy. Plus I saw you gazing at M.J. You two gonna give it another try?"
Peter grew embarrassed.
((My small group of friends had called my relationship with Carlie "perfect." But maybe I no longer wish for perfection. Life is filled with the unexpected. I never imagined losing my beloved uncle Ben. But I'm grateful for my dear aunt May. I never envisioned being friends with someone as popular and wealthy as Harry Osborn. Yet I never regretted forming a tight bond with him on that rainy day. And I never dreamed any girl would've been interested in a nerd like myself. Yet now it feels like those cheesy teen drama TV shows. I know how much my life is entangled with Spider-man and what's on my own.))
He gave a sheepish smiled. "Maybe. Some things are worth trying again."
Harry's eyes fell towards his sheets. He thought about what Lily had mention. He pondered if not for The Goblin's interaction that the two could have reunited in a more welcoming manner. Or perhaps that was a mere fantasy he formed, unwilling to accept the truth.
"Harr?" a voice broke through his thoughts.
The young Osborn blinked. He returned to reality. He spotted the concern his pal put on, a genuine care for him. He believed his best friend deserved prosperity, no matter how much Peter protested. He placed on a smile. "Yeah, um, I'm happy for you two."
The brunet was grateful for the remark. However, he knew what dwelled on his guest's mind. "I can't tell you whether you should keep anything from Lily or even your dad. I can only advise you to think about yourself first. Keeping love is important. But don't let it mean endangering yourself."
He inwardly groaned realizing his hypocrisy. At least he had his arachnid strength to rely on. He added, "In the end, it's your decision. I'm sure Spider-man can arrange a way for you to see them."
He watched as the other boy took in the suggestion. As much as he wanted his best friend to remain separated from his father, he knew it wasn't his choice to make. Like always, he could only give his support.
"Anyway, your bath should be ready. Let me know if you need anything." The boy began his departure from the guest bedroom.
Harry heard the footsteps. He kept his eyes on his sheets. "Thanks, Pete."
Peter walked down stairs. He knew he needed to give his buddy some time alone. He was also beat himself. He, too, had also endured the long adventure. He had faced his greatest enemy. The ghoulish man had created quite a cult. Or perhaps Norman merely used his businessman charm to sell those adrift souls hope and cash in on their wayward yearnings. Not to mention his brief reunion with his own ex-girlfriend. Lost in his thoughts, Peter walked into the kitchen. He heard the sound of dishes clinking. He expected to see his aunt. Looking up, he spotted his redheaded neighbor.
"Mary Jane?" he called.
"Hey," she casually answered.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked as he stepped next to her. "It's late. Not that I don't mind having you over after sunset."
She smirked. Her slender fingers flicked soapy water at him. "Your aunt is prepping for Harry's stay. I thought I'd give a hand with the dishes."
Peter stood next to her. He placed his backside against the counter. He folded his arms. As he heard the clanking of dishes, he reflected what took place a couple of hours ago. He executed his finest strategies as he fought with so much weighing on his heart. He had to save his best friend before Harry could meet the same fate as his uncle Ben. He had the unpleasantness of battling against old acquaintances. He protected the city he lived in from the wicked plans of a crazy villain. He wanted to keep his aunt and closest female companion safe for one more day.
In between plates, the redhead gave glimpses towards the brunet. She could see how dower he became. It was far more than receiving a 'B' on a science quiz. She remarked, "I'm glad you made it back. Both of you. It couldn't have been easy facing that giant brute."
"Him, Lily, Vin… Carlie…"
Mary Jane turned her attention towards Peter. She heard the last name mentioned. She spotted in the boy's eyes his own heartache. She honestly thought they made the perfect couple. Everyone wears a mask. But perhaps not everyone could deal with the knowledge that some people wear those masks for justice. It would be tough knowing a loved one was risking his life. Hearing the sound of an alarm or seeing police cruisers would awaken the hero's instinct. Plans needed to be re-arranged or ditched at the last minute. And sometimes loved ones became enemies.
Peter saw his neighbor. He saved her. He saved his best friend. He even protected Aunt May when he thought he could prevent her dating life. They had their lives to live. He wanted to continue being a part of it.
"I think I'll get going now," Mary Jane announced, interrupting his thoughts. She placed the last plate on the drying rack. She wiped her soapy hands on a smudged dish rag. "I'm sure Aunt May has everything else covered. Plus, you and Harry had enough excitement to last you a couple of days."
Peter saw she was set to leave. A part of him didn't want her to depart. Not after all he had been through at the Tower. So many people turned their lives over to a sadistic leader. Many met their demise. And others were locked up. He did what he could to keep those closest to him safe. "M.J., wait!"
His hand snatched her wrist.
She ceased her exit. Her green eyes flashed towards his blue ones. Alarmed by his sudden action, she studied him. She could tell something was wrong. She knew something weighed on his heart.
Peter realized his tough hold. He never wished to be possessive like his enemy. He loosened his grip. Taking a breath to calm his nerves, he asked, "Can I walk you home?"
"My house is next door," the girl reminded.
"Halfway?" the boy haggled. "It can be dangerous wandering alone at night. You know, ghosts, ghouls… and goblins."
The two cracked a smile.
Outside the street lights were lit. Moths fluttered around their bright globes. The moon's glow also helped in lessening the darkness. It was a beautiful night.
Peter and Mary Jane left the porch. They began their trip in silence. The two had plans after high school. They wanted to leave Forest Hills and find an apartment in the city. Peter and Harry had spoken about sharing a loft. Their goal for higher education would be to attend Empire State University. Most of their peers spent their time studying for admissions tests, working part-time jobs, and exploiting volunteer opportunities. A certain school genius had his own load of an extra curricular activity, though he could never slap it on a resume.
The redhead studied her neighbor. She understood the walk wouldn't last long. She also knew how the brunet kept things to himself. "Cat got your tongue? Or in this case, Goblin?"
"It's not only The Goblin," Peter explained. Since the walk was limited, he had to pour out the contents of his mind quickly. He knew he was walking with someone he could trust (even if he covered his other lifestyle in the beginning). He continued, "Harry told me some stuff happened before I got there. As Peter first. The Goblin did away with innocent people. Harr even saw Norman killing Doctor Hamilton."
"Doctor Hamilton? The school's personal counselor?"
"Yep. By the time I got to the warehouse, I saw two grubby Goblins dumping his dead body. There'd be no proof about Hamilton's disappearance 'cause of the rough waters. Who knows how the police or S.H.I.E.L.D. will take Harry's word? Or any word from the cult members? So, Harry… It's gonna take some time for him to make sense of what Norman is truly capable of doing. Goblin or not."
The redheaded neighbor listened. As she was interested in journalism, she had seen and heard her fair share of unpleasant stories and events taking place in their own city. Following cult members, she saw more than rough housing. She concluded that while Peter held his animosity against The Goblin it was Harry that he was more concerned over.
"And then, of course," Peter added. "I saw Norman chucking his Pumpkin Bombs against some cult members like he was tossing tennis balls. He didn't care about them like a leader should. He was less than thrilled when Harry was overtaken by a symbiote."
She could see all the hero had to put up with. Spider-man and The Goblin would always be enemies. They were almost like a flipped coin. They held a passion for science. Yet one used his abilities and connections for evil while the other did for good. They had their share of working with others. The Goblin was unafraid to dispose of those who failed him. Spider-man, though he was reluctant at first, appreciated his teammates and his time under S.H.I.E.L.D. They both would examine the war they endured. Since The Goblin was locked away, he had no one to speak to. Meanwhile Spider-man, or rather Peter, had close companions he could lean on.
Peter's mind swirled. His own body was sore from the battle. He huffed, "With all that Norman did! He was prepared to turn his own son into a Goblin. And should Harry have failed to take the throne, Norman was set to kill him. He told me that himself. He was even ready to make me his heir. Poor Harry. Always being tossed aside by his own dad, his only family. I couldn't stop The Goblin by myself. And Harry was almost ready to go with his dad to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s holding."
Mary Jane became shocked. She spotted his rising anger. The boy had a right to feel rage. However, she couldn't allow his negative thinking to control him. Gently, she reminded him, "You did what needed to be done."
"Which was what? Let Norman almost get away?"
"You went to prevent The Goblin and his vicious cult from destroying the city. You tried to reason with The Goblin's henchmen. You protected me and your aunt. Most importantly, you saved your brother."
Peter reflected on the girl's tender words. It was his mission to save those he cared about. A part of him felt he could continue that goal should his enemy be behind bars.
"He might come back," he quietly hypothesized. "He will be back. Norman's ego is the size of a blimp. It's too big to accept defeat. Should he break out, he'll definitely go after Spider-man. He might go after Harry."
"Then you know you'll be there. Not just as Spider-man, the city's hero. But as Peter, Harry's best friend."
Peter understood. He had accepted his responsibility. He would place on his costume without any hesitation to stop the fiend. He would stand by his pal should either the names Norman, Osborn, or Goblin came within earshot of Harry.
Before the duo knew it, they were at her door. It was still dark outside.
"Want me to walk you halfway back?" she offered.
"I think we'd be doing that all night." Peter felt relieved. It was easier to confide to someone with a friendly ear in his neighborhood. Perhaps a part of him wished he could do the same with his best friend. The two had told each other many aspects about themselves. And Peter tried to support Harry prior to Norman's depraved transformation. He looked at his neighbor. "There's still so much to unpack."
"You can fill me in on the details later, Tiger," she insisted. "Right now, your brother needs you."
He smiled. His blue eyes watched as she went inside her house. He could still smell her body splash. He was grateful someone understood him. Taking the steps off the porch, he recalled that one time they shared a kiss when they were kids. Perhaps they would need to give it another go. Another day.
He looked back towards his home. He saw the upstairs bathroom's light was on. He wondered if he could set up his gaming station or just prepare the DVD player. Now was a good time to unwind and relax. He took his time walking back from his neighbor.
The upstairs bathroom was cold. Heating wasn't the best with tile flooring. At least steam rose from the tub filled with hot water. The yellow shower curtain was pushed to the side. A set of powder blue towels was prepared over the toilet tank.
An auburn teen stood in front of the mirror. Lifting his chin, he examined the front of his neck. The marking he made against his throat had completely healed. Not even a scar was present. Something more than his human skin repair system was at work. All his aches and sores he received from his father were also taken care of. A part of him was uneasy. Anti-Venom was truly a strange creature.
Another part of him held questions. He didn't understand why he couldn't feel that creature's presence. He forgot how they undid their bond. Perhaps he would never find the answer. Like why anyone would wish to join the Goblin Cult.
What remained on him were his black eye and his tattoo. Harry studied the ink. He was disgusted. The grotesque artwork was his connection with The Goblin. Aside from bloodlines. He had to be rid of it. The method was challenging. He couldn't trust any tattoo parlor. He believed that some of the artists were still connected to The Goblin in some manner. Perhaps they would turn in the ex-prince for some reward. His paranoia grew with the notion of stepping into a doctor's office. He had to fix this himself.
He looked through the medicine cabinet. He also searched the cabinets. He spotted towards the back a single edge scraper blade. He knew those were used to clean away sticky substances on floors or decals from vehicle windows. If those who did see his marking, it would let them know that he rejected it.
Taking a precaution, he locked the door.
He turned himself so he could see the tattoo in the mirror. He stuck the hand towel into his mouth. Lifting up the blade, he set it against his skin, just above the picture. His heart raced. He closed his eyes. He thought about those close to him—his friends, his best friend, his twice again ex-girlfriend, and his father. The image of Norman morphed into the green fiend.
With one heavy stroke, Harry sliced the tattoo diagonally.
He squinted his closed eyes. He bit his towel. Anything he groaned muffled. It was like digging through gravel. He could feel his own blood gushing out, like a warm creek. He leaned over the sink. His nostrils flared as he struggled to breathe through them. The pain was overwhelming. He knew he couldn't stop. He needed to finish his job.
Raising up the blade once more, he mined his skin once more in an opposite diagonal. The blade continued to penetrate his skin. He felt sick. For a moment he felt a pleasure. His nerves reacted to the torment with a strong tingle. His brain caught on to the suffering.
He stopped breathing. His teeth clinched the towel. Despite the pain, he carried on. He refused to be controlled any longer.
His towel dropped from his mouth. He panted. His skin was tender. Blood streamed down, covering the grody image. Crimson droplets dribbled to the floor. He could never endorse this act to anyone.
Because his forearm ached, he couldn't move it. He used his other hand and splashed some water on the once clean ground. The white suds mixed with his red. He then snatched some toilet paper and released them. Carefully, he placed his foot on them and rubbed the spot. He moved the soiled sheets to the toilet and flushed. At least he rid any immediate clues.
Now he needed to wash it.
S.H.I.E.L.D. took no chance with The Goblin. After the terrible green beast managed to take down one of their Helicarriers, they locked him up. Their encounter was tough. But in the end, the good guys won. The morphed businessman was given no information regarding his henchmen or followers. He had no knowledge if any of them had been cured. None of them stood a chance against professional agents. A loathsome leader was now alone in a cell.
The battle held at the chemical plant re-played over and over within The Goblin's mind. Once again he was outwitted by Spider-man. His base of operation had been destroyed. He lost administration over his minions. Worst of all, his son turned his back on him, his family.
Enacting his scientific and business side, he analyzed his shortcomings. He loathed the symbiote that took hold of his little boy. Yet prior to that unexpected revelation, he also noticed the strong backbone his son displayed. Harry had actually stood on his own two feet for once. Against his old man. Perhaps the boy was suited to be a Goblin.
He grinned.
"The end of S.H.I.E.L.D. will come with the rise of H.A.M.M.E.R."
The train station was busy. People boarded and stepped off. Suitcases wheeled behind some. Couples, trios, and groups were scattered around the platforms. Lines formed for tickets and information. Trains came and went to maintain their straggling schedules. Trash of burger wrappers and paper cups were blown away by the wind. No matter the battle held near the coast, it was another active day for New York City.
A pair of teens was also at the sight. One wore his casual jacket, jeans, T-shirt, and a pair of running shoes. The other wore a prominent sweater, loafers, and slacks. He carried with him a duffel bag. He also wore a baseball cap and stylish shades.
"You don't at all look suspicious," Peter remarked. He examined the boy across from him.
"It's the best thing I could pull together at the last minute," Harry answered without hesitation. "I had to quickly grab anything I could outta the penthouse and bolt. Gotta travel light. If anyone asks about the eye, I'll just say it was a baseball practice accident."
Accepting the situation, their smiles dropped. The boy had only stayed a day at the Parker residence when he announced his intention to exit. The brunet became suspicious. His guest had been watching The Daily Bugle's streams and rants against Spider-man when something took control of Harry for a moment. He had noted his guest acting differently around him. The act occurred after the young Osborn needed rest from his massive headaches. He had hoped he didn't do anything to have offended him.
"Do you really hafta go?" Peter asked. His blue eyes turned crestfallen.
"I gotta. If Norman is still out there, if he breaks outta S.H.I.E.L.D., he'll come after me. I can't let you or Aunt May or anybody else suffer because of me. I'm gonna go to New Jersey. I gotta lay low."
Peter knew of that possibility. He covertly stood guard as Spider-man while his pal hurriedly packed his belongings at Oscorp. He figured the plan his buddy conceived as he stuffed his bag. Having learned the value of teammates, he disputed, "But there's strength in numbers. We should look out for each other. We could have each other's back."
"You guys have done more than enough for me," Harry countered. He then gently added, "Besides, Spidey has the city to look after."
Peter turned stunned. He realized the sentiment behind the statement. Studying the other boy, he no longer saw the hatred once held against the hero in webbing. Instead, he found the logic in that argument. He became doleful that leaving the state was the only option. But he was also understanding. He had to trust his best friend. He nodded.
A whistle blew. The train was calling for last minute boarders. The time for departure had come.
Smiling, Peter took one last look at his companion. He didn't know when they would cross paths again. He could only wish him the best. He offered his hand for a cordial shake. He stood shocked when his best friend embraced him. He hugged back.
The auburn teen was in pain. His shoulder was screaming. Though Anti-Venom healed the numerous bruises from the indonitable battle, his cuts from yesterday were still sore. Regardless, he kept his stance. He owed his buddy, the hero, a lot.
The two released. The departing teen held his bag and dashed to embark. He squeezed himself between hoards of people also stepping in. The young Osborn vanished on board.
The doors closed. A hissing sound escaped the train. The wheels began their circular motion, gradually pushing it forward.
Peter kept his eye on the train. He watched until it was out of sight. Those who were also waiving farewell to the passengers moved away. Alone, Peter remained in place for a while. Their friendship had started when the young Osborn invited the soaking wet Parker into his limo on that rainy day. They had their challenges between S.H.I.E.L.D., heroes, symbiotes, octopus, and Goblins. They accepted each other for who they were.
Once he was completely by himself, Peter raced away from the platform. He jumped towards the roof. Underneath the protection of the green leaves and brown branches, he switched outfits. No longer was he Midtown High's awkward genius. He was now the city's protector. Spider-man was prepared to take on his missions once more.
"Geez, barely in my costume and already my list is long—preventing purse snatches, assisting with those in need of the jaws of life, helping senior citizens cross the street. My responsibilities are great. Good thing I have my great power to assist. Life can sure be amazing."
As he exited the station, he didn't notice Harry proudly watching him from the back of the train. He shot his webs and began his way back to the city.
The two knew, even without a shared bloodline, they would always have a brother.
The End
H.A.M.M.E.R., see Secret Invasion #8, 2008.
