The front door to Harry's apartment opened again. Peter attempted a casual entry, now dressed in street clothes.
"Did you see it? Did you see what happened? Man, I hope I got a decent picture!" Peter said.
"Pete, there you are. This is my father, Norman Osborn." Harry said.
"Oh! Pleasure to meet you, sir." Peter said.
Kuri smiled a knowing smile.
"Likewise." Norman said.
Osborn stepped forward. Forgetting, Peter extended his right hand, the one with the cut, which had been hastily wrapped up. Osborn took it and squeezed, Peter gasped.
"Sorry... hurt your hand?" Norman said.
Still holding Peter's hand, he pulled it into view.
"Broken glass. Landed on it." Peter said.
"You landed on it?" Reiko said.
"Yeah. I'm an idiot. I was trying to get a picture of that thing in the sky and I stepped right out in front of a taxi. Must have knocked me twenty feet." Peter said.
"Better have me take a look at it." Norman said.
Osborn unwrapped the handkerchief, took it off Peter's hand, revealing the jagged cut made by the Goblin's boomerang.
Osborn's eyes widened, he looked directly into Peter's eyes.
"You've got to be more careful in the streets. This city's full of lunatics." Norman said.
Peter nodded, uneasy. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. Spider sense going off like crazy. Peter furrowed his brow, rubbed the back of his neck. Couldn't figure it out.
"Just a... few cuts and scrapes. I'll be fine." Peter said.
Avoiding Osborn's gaze, he limped over to the couch, where Kuri helped him to sit down, concerned. Osborn watches him as he walked, studying the limp. Thinking. Always thinking.
Peter sat, noticing Osborn's glare. What's going on here?
While Harry and Reiko started peppering Peter with questions, Osborn just stared at him, long and hard. He looked down, at the bloody handkerchief that wrapped Peter's hand, which he still held. He slipped it into his pocket.
Kuri clutched Peter's hand.
"I really should be going. Harry?" Norman nodded toward the hallway, for Harry to join him.
In the hallway, Osborn left the apartment, followed by Harry. Osborn pulled the door nearly shut behind him. But not all the way shut.
"A word to the not-so-wise. That little tart will be gone at the first sign of trouble and she'll take half your trust fund with her." Norman said.
"Don't talk about Reiko like that." Harry said.
"I wasn't talking about Reiko." Norman said. "That other girl, she's cheap and dangerous."
"But-" Harry said.
"I'm not finished." Norman said.
"Oh, I think you are." Peter was standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with fury.
A short pause.
"I'll be going then." Norman said, and then left.
Kuri was at Peter's side, pulling his body, trembling with fury, into her arms. "It's alright Peter. Thank you."