Harry's Apartment
A door opened and Harry Osborn looked surprised.
"Dad! You're early."
Norman Osborn took a few proprietary steps into the apartment. He was sweating.
"Happy Thanksgiving to you too." Norman said.
"You're not going to believe what happened at the parade! Reiko and I were almost..." Harry tried.
"I know. I heard all about it." Norman said.
He settle, onto the sofa next to Reiko, wiped the sweat from his
forehead with a handkerchief. He looked up at Harry, consumed with guilt.
"Are you... all right, son?" Norman said.
"I'm fine." Harry said, but Norman gave him a concerned look. "Really. Thanks for asking."
Reiko pouted. "I'm fine too. Thanks."
Norman ignored her. "Harry, I know I've... let you down. On occasion. In the past."
He glanced at Reiko in irritation, wished she wasn't there, but he had to get this off his chest.
"Let's just say... I didn't know what I was doing. And that it won't happen again." Norman said.
"Thanks, Dad." Harry said, wondering what was up. "Hey, why don't we have a Thanksgiving dinner? I didn't make anything, but the four of us could go out."
Norman was suddenly back to himself. "Can't today, working. But I'd be happy to pick up your check. Where's this new tenant of ours? I'm afraid I need to meet him and go."
"He's not a tenant. He goes to school with me. He's you know, an amigo." Harry said.
Outside the Apartment Building
WHOOSH! Harry's amigo, dressed as El Hombre Arana at the moment, landed on the side of his apartment building, injured. He pivoted awkwardly, favoring his injuries, and crawled down a few floors.
He found his window, slid it open, and crawled inside.
Peter's Bedroom
Peter pulled off his mask and dropped onto the floor in his bedroom.
He was bleeding from the cut on his hand and his ankle was killing
him.
Living Room
They heard a thud as he hit the floor.
"Speak of the devil." Norman said.
"That's weird, I didn't know he was here." Harry said
"Peter?" Worried about his injuries, Kuri got up and headed for his bedroom.
Peter's Bedroom
He whipped around and looked at the door, wild-eyed. He saw shadows
moving in the light under it, heard Kuri's voice calling to him.
He was still in his costume, mask off, holding a bundle of street
clothes.
Living Room
Kuri was nearly to the door. Norman and Harry were just behind her. She
turned the handle, opened it, and they all saw—nothing. The room was empty.
Norman leaned past her and glanced around the room. Kind of a mess,
clothes and books and science equipment scattered everywhere. But
no Peter.
Peter, in full costume but without his mask, clung to
the ceiling not two feet over their heads, clutching his bundle of
street clothes under his arm. He looked at his right hand. A big,
fat drop of blood was oozing out from the cut, right over Osborn's
head. Peter bit his lip.
"Tell him we don't have maid service." Norman said.
The drop of blood fell—and Norman turned to walk out. The drop hit the light-colored
carpet, right where he was standing. Norman, the last in the
doorway, froze, tilted his head at the sound. Good hearing, man.
The other two left, but Norman turned and walked back to where he
was standing.
On the ceiling, Spidey's eyes widened - oh no. Norman was directly
below him.
Norman bent down, studied the carpet. He saw the drop of blood.
Quickly, he looked up at the ceiling above him.
There was nobody there.
He turned, looked at the open window. He walked to it.
From outside the window, Spider-Man, clinging to the side of the building, curled
over the window as Norman came, leaned outside, and looked in both
directions.
Apparently satisfied, he turned and went back inside. Spidey breathed a sigh of relief.