Nothing felt real, everything was just so bizarre; the two other Spider-Men, the ruined reality inhabited by anyone that ever had been connected to Spider-Man through-out the multiverse, seeing his other self and now this?

"What?" He lost his balance slightly for a second. "What killed him?"

"Whoa there", Peter pushed him lightly back with his hand, keeping him from falling over.

"No idea", Strange shrugged, virtually with his whole body.

Harry was confused, angry and scared. Someone or something had just killed Dumbledore and he was supposed to be the most powerful wizard alive.

"So, was it that Goblin on the bridge that killed him? Or Voldemort? Maybe the bloke who attacked me before you dragged me here."

Strange's tense facial expression softened, maybe he sympathized with Harry and knew his pain and confusion. Harry had never really known Dumbledore on a personal level, but he had felt like he could always rely on Dumbledore to guide or protect him.

Strange shook his head. "I'm sorry. I wish I knew, kid."

Harry's spider sense suddenly went off and he went into a defensive crouching pose, staring at the ceiling. The other Spidey's reacted as well since they did the same.

"Here they come", Strange said under his breath, preparing a spell.

The walls were shaking, lamps dropped from the ceiling with a crash and rubble and dust rained over them.

"Oh man, that doesn't sound good", said Peter.

It was something with many arms stomping about overhead, making this strange metallic noise.

There wasn't even a warning, two metallic arms broke through the roof and a pair of claws grabbed Harry, lifting him up. The two Peter's threw themselves at the arms, attempting to get them to drop Harry who was struggling to get out.

The two Peter's attempted to web down the arms but they broke out without much trouble.

Two other arms came through the roof, hitting everything except their targets. Furniture, glass, wood and porcelain flew all over the place, scattering across the floor.

"What is that?" yelled Peter.

"You haven't fought a Otto Octavius yet?" Pete grabbed one of the arms, and got flung into the wall in the process.

"No!"

Harry punched the arm holding him in vain.

"Get on the arm holding him! We're going to have to get him out!" yelled Pete.

"Alright!"

The two Peter's jumped up on the arm holding Harry, grabbing the claws and pulling them open until they finally let Harry go and he landed on the floor.

"Do you not have webs?" Peter shouted at Harry as they backed up from the frenzied arms.

"Yeah! Problem is, my webshooters are broken!" Harry shouted back.

A bigger opening was torn through the roof as a man in a trench coat and glasses lowered himself into the destroyed room. The three spiders prepared themselves for another fight.

"I knew something wasn't right", the man muttered to himself. "Three Peter Parker's?"

"Two", Harry corrected him while Peter held up two fingers.

"I don't understand", Pete pulled off his mask again. "Doctor Octavius, you've got to stop. I watched you go down with your machine, you saved New York."

"A guy with eight limbs is named Otto Octavius?" whispered Peter, but Pete completely ignored him.

"What?" Otto looked confused, then angry. "No! You're lying."

The claws on his arms rapidly opened and closed as if they were eager to kill.

A sinister laugh interrupted them, followed by an explosion and the wall behind the three spiders shattering.

"That is impossible", Otto was visibly petrified.

The three spiders gathered back-to-back – Otto on one side and whatever was coming through the fire on the other. Out of the fire and smoke appeared a sinister shadow

Harry stared at the same Goblin that had attacked him on the bridge hovering on a glider.

"Harry, is that you?" Peter's voice broke mid-sentence. "Harry Osborn?"

The Goblin seemed just confused for a second but was focused on Pete.

"Ah Peter, there you are."

The Goblin flew so fast that there was barely time to react, but Harry jumped at him and they clashed in mid-air, making them tumble down on the ground.

"Get off me!" yelled the Goblin.

In the background he heard Otto had taken the opportunity to attack the other spiders. The Goblin hit him hard attempting to get away.

But Harry persisted, punching the Goblin in the face. One of his yellow eyes cracked and revealed an eye underneath. The Goblin laughed and kicked him in the ribs, launching him into the wall on the other side. "Alright boy, you've got guts I'll give you that."

Harry grunted with his hand holding his bruised ribs. He was certain who had killed Dumbledore now. "It was you", Harry said between his teeth. "You killed him."

Goblin held something in his hand, something orange. Slowly he approached Harry, laughing. "Yes! Use that anger to hurt me."

They stared at each other for a couple of moments, like they were waiting for the gun of a race to go off.

And as the Goblin made a move, Harry ran full-speed at him screaming as loud as he might. The orange round thing he had thrown flew past Harry's head as he narrowly dodged it and the explosion it creates, hit him and pushed him into a wall.

Goblin had his hands on him before he could recuperate, slamming him into the floor over and over, laughing manically.

Harry hit back and since his enemy wasn't pulling punches, neither was he. In the background he saw lightning hit Peter in his chest, temporarily stunning him.

Mysterious purple mist filled the room while what appeared to be a living sandpile protected the two other spiders.

It seemed like just more and more people were coming to kill them. Even Strange seemed to struggle.

"Harry! Hold on!" yelled Pete, making his way towards Harry but a black tendril grabbed him and pinned him down.

It was over, they were going to die here. The floor suddenly gave away from the Goblin's force and the two fell through into the apartment underneath. The Goblin's mask now was half destroyed, revealing half the manic face underneath.

He punched Harry hard again and they kept falling through the floors, until they were at the bottom among the dust and rubble. Goblin's glider crashed down a few meters away.

All Harry could feel was pain and broken bones. He struggled to breathe but made an attempt to get up. He couldn't. His mask filled up with blood as he coughed it up.

The Goblin got up and circled him like a predator observing its prey, while he dragged himself further away. Why was this Goblin so much stronger than the three he had fought already?

"Congratulations Spider-Man", said the Goblin mockingly. "Dealing with you just moved to the top of my to-do list!"

"Get up", said a voice in his head. "Get the hell up."

Harry pressed his fist down on the ground, then slowly brought himself up on his knees and with one final painful move he was on his feet.

"What's wrong, Peter? Not feeling well?"

Harry pulled up his mask slightly to spit out more blood. He had seen how the slight confusion of the name Harry had caused the Goblin.

"My name is Harry", he pulled down his mask again.

The Goblin quietly took of his broken mask. "Son?"

Harry had only planned this far, but he knew that he could use this to his advantage and might as well play along. "Dad?"

Goblin laughed but it was more of a joyful sounding laugh and like he had never been completely insane. "Son, I—there was so much darkness after I attempted to correct certain inequities until I came to in this universe. I believed had died."

Harry took a couple of cautious steps towards Goblin.

"L-look at you!" smiled Goblin. "My son, you've got such great power. Just like your father. Together we can make Oscorp greater than ever. Norman and Harry Osborn – side by side."

Harry nodded. "You're right about one thing. I've got great power, but there also must come great responsibility."

Norman appeared confused. "What?"

Harry clenched his fist and punched Norman so hard that he flew into the wall, then he lunged at the Goblin, putting his hands around his neck.

"What are you doing?" croaked Norman, kicking and flailing with his arms. "Harry, stop! Son, please! It's me, your father! We can cure the Goblin!"

"I'm not your son", Harry growled through his teeth. "And you can't be cured, you're insane like the rest of them."

"Harry, stop!" screamed Peter's voice suddenly behind him. But his hands didn't budge. "Don't make me do this, Harry!"

A web attached itself and pulled him away from the Goblin, down on the ground. Harry scrambled up from the ground, stared angrily at Peter and turned around to where Norman was – or had just been; he and his glider were both gone.

Harry grabbed his mask and pulled it off.

"I had him!" Harry yelled.

"No! No, you really didn't", said Peter looking worried. "I understand your anger but once you start killing you will never stop. It's going to consume you and turn you into something—something horrible."

Pete lowered himself down on a wire, landing behind Harry. "Being a hero that other people look up to is tough because not only do people rely on you and you have to keep learning from your mistakes and save lives, but you have to channel your emotions into something else."

"Being angry is fine man! Embrace it!" agreed Peter and threw out his arms to his sides. "Just know when you need to use it and not use it. Killing people isn't in the with great power comes great responsibility maxim but it's your choice man, I'm just saying."

Harry nodded slowly. He believed he finally understood it. It wasn't anger that was the issue, it was containing that anger.

"Accidents happen, though", said Peter.

"Oh definitely", said Pete.

A loud roar and then a boom abruptly came from outside, startling all three of them.

"Ah that doesn't sound good", Pete exclaimed.

The windows blew up all around them and then another roar and a boom. A wall crumbled entirely. With all this damage done to the building something was creaking.

"Alright we need to get out of here", Peter lightly jogged to the big opening that used to be a wall. "That Strange guy captured the guys fought upstairs, and told us to meet him at some kind of hideout. Twelve Grim-something. Grimmold—whatever we'll figure it out."

"He said Number Twelve Grimmauld Place", said Pete.

"Yeah, let's go", Harry grimaced in pain.

"Oh wait. Here you go", Peter threw him one of his webshooters.

"Thanks."

Peter quickly stretched. "Alright let's get to work!"

And with that the three spiders dove out of the room, and swung towards the setting sun.

Author's end of chapter notes: Hey just checking in. I hope you're enjoying the read! Let's go Spider-Boys!