A dark green luxury sports car climbed quietly up towards the drawbridge, where on the other end, stood a large, gloomy prison.
"Ravencroft Institute." Harry Osborne quipped, as he led the vehicle towards the main gate. "You sure I don't need to come with you? I know he's a creep." He asked as he looked for a parking space.
"Don't worry, Harry." Gwen said as she unbuckled her seat belt. "It's not the first time I've done this, nor do I think it'll be the last. Besides, I've met crazier fans at Arachne concerts, how do you think I've been able to put up with your, well, mood swings?"
Harry fell silent for a moment, his face trying to contain laughter. "Right, and how'd you think I've been able to deal with your frequent Houdini act?" He said half-jokingly, while Gwen sweatdropped, hoping Harry wasn't going to put two and two together. "Only reason my dad still allows you to hang around is because you're part of one of New York's rising bands and your dad's career."
"Guess that's why we compliment each other." Gwen said as she got out with a sigh of relief. "If anything happens, I'll call, alright?"
"Deal. You still joining on our date tonight?"
"You kidding, right." Gwen sarcastically turned to bop him on the nose.
"You're clear to go." The prison guard grunted. Gwen nodded silently as she stepped into the visitation booth. A moment later, two guards escorted a young man who seemed to have just been sobered up. His brown hair was drooped down to his shoulders, and his beard had bruises around. Bags could be seen under his bloodshot eyes, and yellow teeth emerged from the smile he gave.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss. Goody two shoes." The man smirked. "Did daddy tell you to visit me?"
"Shut up, Gabe." Gwen gritted through her teeth. "If you really want to know, Dad did not want me to come, but I insisted. Made any new friends lately?"
"Just Cassie. Only one who wanted a piece of my love muscle." Gabriel Stacy flashed a smug grin, his yellow teeth further disgusting Gwen; sometimes she wondered how the heck she was related to this scumbag. "After all, which crook wouldn't wanna bang a cop's bastard, eh?"
"People who aren't twisted in the head." Gwen countered. "I see you still haven't learnt why you're here?"
"Oh, come on! I just wanted to go meet some girls! There's nothing illegal with that!"
"No, but I don't think stalking a girl through the changing rooms, the washrooms and their bedroom, assaulting their partners as well as attempting to rape them count as legal. Remind me how many restraining orders have you broken already?"
"Oh, were those what the pieces of paper I tore up are?" Gabriel asked, a seemingly childish atmosphere to his voice. "I'm not gonna let something as small as that get in my way. Not when you're a little golddigging whore."
Gwen's eye twitched for a moment before she recomposed herself. It wasn't the first time he had used that insult ever since he found out about their relationship. "For the record, I turned down Harry at least twice before my dad sat down and told me to go for it."
"Sure...it's not like he's the heir to the largest company in the country." Gabriel sarcastically replied. "You sure he didn't bribe your old man? Oh, I can't wait-"
"I may have believed that a few months ago, but now I can shut down that idea of yours." Gwen snapped, rubbing her forehead. This was going to be a hard time.
While Gwen was listening to the raves of her insane half-brother, Peter was musing on his way to F.E.A.S.T. and pondered on whether or not he should tell them, especially after the call he just got.
"Uncle Ben's been getting worse, I don't want to give him another health scare." He said to himself quietly as he made his way through the community center, just as someone came up to him.
"Peter! So glad to see you, hope it wasn't a hastle?"
"Yup, Mr. Lee." Peter replied, greeting the Chinese philanthropist. Despite his work as the founder of the center, Martin Lee still looked as cheerful as ever. "I got the cake, what else do you need me for?"
"Oh, good." Lee took the package and checked the interior. Just keep them busy for the moment, alright? I'll gather the rest of the people in the main room." He asked, pointing him towards a couple near the storage.
"No problem." Peter nodded and headed towards his targets. "Hey, here's my favorite uncle and aunt."
"Peter!" Aunt May put down her checklist on the handles of her husband's wheelchair. "What a pleasant surprise."
"Do you two need some help?"
"Think we got a few boxes at the bay." Uncle Ben noted, putting his hands on the wheels of his wheelchair.
"Uh, let me push you-"
"Pete." Uncle Ben raised a hand to stop his nephew. "I told you before, I don't need help getting around. Except with the chair, that I'll admit."
"You and Aunt May have been here since...well..." Peter decided against recalling the memory. "You told me yourself, it's necessary to take a break."
"Oh no, you're using my own words against me." Uncle Ben dramatically put a hand over his heart. "May, save me."
"Oh, stop being a drama king." Aunt May laughed, throwing a light punch to his shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with your heart! Well, yet..."
"I know, I know. But I'm still alive, aren't I?" Uncle Ben chuckled, before relenting. "Alright, Pete, you can push me. Now come on, those boxes aren't going to move themselves."
Peter nodded as he took the handlebars and led the wheelchair. However, both of them noticed something odd.
"Hey, Pete, reminder that the bay of to the right?" Aunt May asked.
"Well, we're making a detour." Peter said, pushing them towards the main room, where a large crowd had gathered.
"Oh!" Uncle Ben laughed, while Aunt May held her hands together in surprise. "Well, look here!"
Martin strode ahead, the crowd parting like the Red Sea. "Benjamin, four years ago, you came here as someone alike us. Someone who didn't know what to do next. May, you told me that you heard of our work here and was inspired to help out as the best you could." He began, while Peter gave a sheepish grin as Uncle Ben slapped him on the back.
"Now, you two are the ones who represent the best of F.E.A.S.T., the ones who inspire us." He continued, gesturing his arms to the crowd. "Now, we have heard of your story, and on this special day, we would like to thank you both, for your years of service, as well as to say this."
He uncovered the lid, revealing a dashing three layer cake and thirty candles on it, as the crowd burst into applause.
"Happy thirty anniversary to the both of you!"
"So, how was it with Gabriel?" Harry asked as he opened the car door.
"What do you think?" Gwen sighed as she got in. "Been fighting crazier fans than Gabe, though it still makes my brain melt with wonder how me and him are related."
"Same thing with fraternal twins, I suppose." Harry shrugged as he drove off. "Now, you got your coat?"
"Come on, Harry. You know better." She grinned as she pulled out a pink and light grey hoodie. "Never let my dad knew we join these, or else we'll be screwed, and not in the good way."
"Your sense of humor is so deliciously twisted, Ms. Stacy." Harry sarcastically replied, earning a giggle from Gwen. "Ah, heads up, we're here."
As Gwen quickly tried to change her upper wardrobe, Harry rolled down his window to greet the tattooed man who strode up to greet him. "Evening, Davis."
"Evening to yourself, Osborne." Davis replied, shaking his hand before looking over the vehicle. "Damn, never seen a car like this. Your daddy made it for you?"
"Nah, he'll flip if he even knows I'm here." Harry grinned as he patted the wheel. "No, I built it myself. I didn't spend my summer breaks over in Canada and Japan for nothing."
"Really, man? You got it test driven?"
"Well, it does move. Not sure about high speeds though." Harry admitted before pulling out a large wad of cash. "This will be its first official rodeo."
"Well, best of luck man." Davis said as he counted the bills. "Don't want you gone for a flat tire or somethin'."
"Don't jinx me, man." Harry grinned. "See you on the track."