Chapter 4: Rage

Homecoming was just around the corner at Midtown High School, and most of the students already had dates. Of course, for best friends Peter Parker and Harry Osborn, they had yet to ask anyone. Harry had convinced Peter to ask Gwen Stacy while he still wanted to ask Liz Allan. While Peter still hadn't found a way, Harry was definitely prepared any day to ask Liz.

Today was that day.

"We gotta make sure this goes well. If it fails, then you're not gonna stop hearing from me all week," Harry warned as he and Peter walked to the cafeteria.

"Chill, man. It'll be fine," Peter assured Harry as they met Flash and some cheerleaders in the cafeteria.

A week earlier, Harry had paid some cheerleaders to help him out with his Homecoming proposal, and Peter and Flash had volunteered.

"We got a half hour until class starts, so let's get this over with!" Flash excitedly exclaimed.

"Agreed," Harry said as he took out a bouquet of flowers and large pieces of paper from a bag.

On each piece of paper had a letter, and all eleven of them spelled 'HOMECOMING?'

"Let's do this," Peter declared as Harry handed him the G paper.

"She's coming!" one of the cheerleaders warned.

Harry quickly ran over to Liz.

"Hey, Harry, you wanted to meet?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, Liz. Wanted to meet to ask you a question. Are you willing and totally up for what'll be the most insane night of this year?" Harry casually presented.

Liz smiled. "Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

Harry took Liz over to the team and whistled. At the signal, Peter, Flash, and the cheerleaders all held up their pieces of paper. Harry then picked up the ? paper, causing Liz to smile immensely and laugh.

"Is that a yes?" Harry chuckled.

"Sí," Liz laughed as she hugged Harry.

Students everywhere were recording and taking pictures of the homecoming proposal, with a majority of it going on social media.


"Norman and Emily Osborn, you are here today over full custody of your son Harry. You will both have a chance to speak on Harry's behalf and tell us why you deserve to have Harry stay with you. Emily, you may start," the judge said.

Emily looked at both Norman and Harry before walking to the podium.

Clearing her throat, Emily started, "Ever since Harry was first born, I've cared for him with all the love and care possible. Unlike Norman, I've looked out for him all the time, and I've always tried to make everything positive for him. I want to raise him and watch him grow up, but I can't do that if my less-caring husband takes him away from me. Harry, I love you, and I will always protect you."

"Norman, it is now your turn," the judge said.

Norman got up and walked to the podium, prepared to take Emily down and steal Harry from her.

"I know how Harry feels about me. I know I haven't always been there for him or my wife. But I love that boy." He paused to look at him. "He's my son. Emily is the one with problems. She's always accused me of being a bad father and a failure as a person. All I've tried to do is support my family with everything I have. And I feel I've done a great job at doing so. I have a very successful company that has put Harry through school and has provided Emily with great things that she loves. So, yes, I'm not always there for them, but I am damn sure that I am a better fit for Harry than my wife is."

Norman glared at Emily before sitting back down.


"Any plans for Homecoming, nerd?" Gwen playfully asked Peter as they walked around the school building.

It was a casual day like this where Peter didn't have any homework, so he decided to hang with Gwen for a while.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Peter responded. "Harry asked Liz this morning, so I'm gonna be going with his group."

"Yeah, I saw it on Snapchat. Has Flash gotten a date yet?"

"He says he's gonna go solo this year," Peter responded.

"What about you? Do you have a date?"

"Nah, who'd wanna go with a nerd like me?"

"Well, you never know who'll say yes." Gwen encouraged.

In his mind, Peter said, "Screw it."

"So...Homecoming. The two of us, huh? What do you say?" Peter nervously asked.

Gwen smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, why would the popular Gwen Stacy say yes to me?"

"Maybe because she's a nerd, too."

"So, here's what I'm thinking. What's your favorite candy? I'll try and make a poster board and-"

"Don't," Gwen interrupted. "It's cool. I don't need a poster or anything like that. A simple asking is good enough for me."

"You sure?"

"Positive."


"After hearing from both parties, I hereby grant Emily Osborn full custody of Harry Osborn. Norman will have no visitation rights unless Emily can no longer care for Harry," the judge declared as he banged his gavel.

Harry had a mixed look on his face while Norman's was beyond furious.

"You're fucking joking, right?!" Norman roared as he stood up. "Emily has been-"

"More of a parent and human being than you've ever been!" Emily angrily interrupted. "He's way better off with me, and I know for a fact that he'll be happier! The only thing you care about is your company, Norman!"

"You stupid bitch! After everything I've done-"

"EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE?!"

The judge had the most annoyed look on his face.

"That is enough, Mr. Osborn! One more outburst from you, and I'll hold you in contempt."

After that, Norman sighed and tried to stay calm, despite how difficult it was.

"You know what? I'm fine," Norman declared, holding his hands up. "I'm just fine. I'm not upset anymore. Maybe Harry's better off with Emily. I'm just…I'm just excited to see what happens next."

An evil smile crept up Norman's face as he thought of his next move.


"Almost done," Peter told himself as he tried to put the finishing touches on his new invention.

His pictures of Spider-Man had brought him a good amount of money from the Bugle, and Peter had been spending the last couple of weeks working on a tracker. He called it the Spider-Tracer. It was shaped like a spider and could help him track down his enemies.

Plus, it would be essential in tracking down Fisk, who he had been trying to track down for a while now.

Peter attached the spring-loaded tracer to his web-shooters and put his costume on, ready to finally take down Kingpin.


"Hurry up now. The Kingpin's gonna be pissed."

"Give us a damn second."

In an abandoned junkyard, four of Fisk's men were making a drug deal with some big-time dealers. Known throughout New York for their high-quality meth, these guys were not the kind of people to mess with.

Unfortunately, those guys were for another time. Fisk and his men were Spider-Man's priority today.

After the drug deal was done, Spider-Man snuck out of his hiding spot and stealthily attached his tracker to the truck once the men were inside.


That night, Kingpin's nightclub was chaotic. Bright lights and music, drinking and partying, people dancing everywhere. Obviously, Peter couldn't get in because he was only seventeen. But for Spider-Man, that wouldn't be a problem.

Outside of the back of the nightclub, four guarded man were making sure no one could get through the door in the back. Spider-Man made his dramatic appearance, and under thirty seconds later, the gunmen were all incapacitated.

"Geez, put up more of a fight next time!" Spider-Man scolded.

Kicking the door down, Spider-Man walked inside and took out the rest of the guards. Before he could even enter the Kingpin's office, Fisk busted his door open and came out with a shotgun.

"I've been waiting for this, Spider," Fisk said.

"You kill innocent people-" Spider-Man started.

Spider-Man was interrupted by a bullet coming his way, and he jumped out of the way. Dodging a second bullet, Spider-Man grabbed the gun and snapped it in half.

"You sell drugs to children!" Spider-Man yelled as he threw a punch.

Shockingly, Fisk caught Spider-Man's fist, which caught the teen off-guard. In his year of fighting crime, Spider-Man had never met a non-mutated or armored villain who was close to him in strength.

"What the hell?" Spider-Man exclaimed.

Fisk smirked and threw Spider-Man back across the hallway. Spider-Man quickly crawled across the wall and lunged at Fisk, who grabbed and pinned him down onto the ground. Spider-Man dodged a punch, which smashed the floor. Desperately, Spider-Man headbutted Fisk, who only experienced mild pain. Fisk punched Spider-Man across the face and slammed him against the wall.

"Your death could've been quick and painless. Now imagine what I'm about to do to you!" Fisk snarled as he started to choke Spider-Man.

Spider-Man tried punching Fisk across the face, though it didn't help much. A seventh punch was enough to knock Fisk back a little, and Spider-Man shot some webs at Fisk's legs. With all his fury, Spider-Man swung Fisk into his office, crashing him into his desk and computer.

"Fucker!" Fisk yelled as he grabbed a swirling chair and threw it at Spider-Man.

Spider-Man quickly ducked and webbed Fisk's hands and feet to the wall.

"You little shit! I'll-"

Spider-Man webbed Fisk's mouth shut.

"You'll what? You didn't finish!"

Spider-Man grabbed Fisk's telephone and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Hey," Spider-Man said. "You gotta get the cops to-"

Fisk ripped the webbing off and ran at Spider-Man, who jumped onto the wall. Spider-Man webbed Fisk's face and slammed it against the desk. Fisk ripped the webbing off and lunged at Spider-Man, smashing them both into another hallway.

Fisk threw more punches, which Spider-Man dodged. Loud music was blaring from the club floor behind the wall.

"Don't you ever learn?" Spider-Man asked as he dodged another punch.

Fisk kicked Spider-Man down. He then grabbed Spider-Man's leg and slammed him repeatedly on the floor and wall. Fisk threw Spider-Man back onto the ground, and the hero groaned in agony. Spider-Man shot a web, which Fisk caught. Chuckling, Fisk threw Spider-Man into the wall, sending him onto the DJ floor in the club.

The DJs cut the music. A mix of excitement and panic hit the partying attendees.

"Oh, shit!"

"That's Spider-Man!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"What's he doing here?"

Sirens started blaring, and the attendees all started screaming and fleeing the area. Spider-Man turned to see Fisk gone, and he painfully got up.

Outside of the club, Fisk was running as fast as he could, only for cop cars to surround him.

"Get down on the ground now!"

"Surrender, or we will open fire!"

"Stand down, scumbag!"

Having no other choice, Fisk slowly got down and put his hands up. Captain Stacy went over to handcuff Fisk, only for the Kingpin to stupidly grab him by the throat. Stacy quickly tazed Fisk for a few seconds, knocking him out.


In his mansion, Norman was sitting in bed, watching the news. There was nothing but hatred in his heart. Sure, he hadn't always treated Harry well, but he still loved his own son.

"This just in, around thirty minutes ago, the NYPD arrested Wilson Fisk after finding incriminating evidence in his famous club 'The Holster'. In his computer were various criminal files linking to gangs, the Mafia, and his own criminal organization known as The Enforcers. According to video footage, the vigilante known as Spider-Man sent the call during a brutal fight. Let's just say, he's lucky to have made it out alive."

The anger couldn't leave Norman's head. He quickly grabbed the remote control, only to unintentionally crush it. Shocked, Norman threw it aside and got off the bed. He grabbed the door handle but accidentally ripped the door off.

"What's happening?!" Norman exclaimed as he ran down the staircase.

"Unlike Norman, I've looked out for Harry all the time."

Norman yelled as he collapsed on the ground.

"I want to raise him and watch him grow up, but I can't do that if my less-caring husband takes him away from me."

Norman's fingernails extended into claws, and his already muscular exterior started to grow.

"All you do is cause trouble for people."

Norman yelled louder than he ever had as he felt his body mutating. His painful yells started to transform into maniacal laughter.


Harry had spent two hours doing homework in the school library with Peter, Gwen, Flash, and Liz, and he was ready to relax.

He wasn't that upset that his mom had gained custody over him, and they were living with Emily's sister until they found a place for themselves. While he was walking to his aunt's house, he could've never imagined what happened next.

Too shocked for words, Harry dropped his backpack as he saw his aunt's house covered in flames and falling debris. Harry's Aunt Martha and the neighbors were watching, and firefighters were doing their best to put out the fire.

"MOM!" Harry screamed as he tried to run inside the burning house.

One of the firefighters restrained Harry.

"Let go, let go! You gotta let me in! My mom-"

"I'm sorry, son! We're doing our best!" the firefighter apologized.

Eventually, two firefighters came out, holding Emily.

"MOM!"

Harry broke free from the firefighter and ran over to his mom, who was being put into an ambulance.

"Mom, please! Stay with me! Ple-please! Mom!" Harry begged as tears started going down his face.

Emily slowly grabbed Harry's hand.

"Harry…"


In the waiting room at the hospital, Harry had been waiting with Aunt Martha, Gwen, Flash, and Liz for the past hour. Harry and Aunt Martha couldn't stop crying.

"I'm here!"

Everyone turned to see a bruised Peter run in.

"What the hell is happening?" Peter asked.

Harry hugged his friend. "My aunt's house caught on fire somehow. They still can't find out how the whole thing happened."

"What? I'm so sorry, man," Peter apologized.

Peter especially felt genuine sympathy, as he knew better than anyone else in the room what it was like to lose a parent. Twice.

"What the hell happened to you? Why is your face all bruised?"

Before Peter could answer, a nurse walked towards Harry. The stressed look on the nurse's face already gave an answer.

"She didn't make it. I'm so sorry," the nurse apologized.

Overwhelmed with grief, Harry and Aunt Martha started crying. Harry collapsed to his knees in tears, and his aunt joined him. Peter exchanged sympathetic looks with his friends, and he went to go hug the two. Gwen did the same, and Liz followed. Flash was the last to go over and throw his arms around the group.

If Harry's life wasn't already bad, it had just gotten much worse.


Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Next chapter: Homecoming.