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"Sorry I'm late!" Peter yelled as he dove past the front door. He was supposed to celebrate his first day at Oscorp with his aunt, but he was already so late. He could already smell the efforts of Aunt May's cooking, and it had his stomach growling furiously. He hadn't even realized that he was so hungry, thanks to worrying about the monitor on his entire way back home. He rushed to the kitchen, throwing his backpack and coat onto the couch. He knew his aunt was going to give him an earful for that, but not now. He needed to eat.

"Hey Peter," a familiar voice caught his attention. It was Gwen, sitting at the table as well.

"Hey Gwen! Didn't know you're coming."

"Yeah, well, Aunt May invited me, and unlike you, I got here early to help her out."

Peter groaned, feeling a sudden rush of guilt as Aunt May gave him a pointed look. Gwen was his best friend. His only friend, really. She was smart, funny and always so down to Earth, and sometimes, he wasn't even sure how they became friends in the first place. They've been friends through most of high school and she was scheduled to fly to London soon. He knew he was going to miss her, but he was also so very proud. Gwen was destined for greatness, an he was certain that going to Oxford was a good starting point.

"Why so late, Peter?" Aunt May asked as she placed a scoop of her signature mac and cheese onto Peter's plate. "Is everything OK?"

"Uh yeah, just um, had a lot to do," Peter answered with an awkward smile. He registered the way Gwen was giving him a hard look. He was fairly sure that she was going to grill him about this later.

"On your first day? My goodness. How was it though?"

"It was actually kinda fun. The place is awesome."

"Any cute boys?" Aunt May asked with a playful grin. It was common knowledge amongst those close to him that Peter was gay. He was actually one of he last people to figure it out, but in retrospect, it shouldn't have come off as a surprise. He didn't fall for Gwen, who was pretty much the perfect girlfriend material.

"Yeah Peter, any cute boys?" Gwen quipped with a wide, sly smirk.

"Oh, come on!" Peter whined pitifully.

"We're letting you off the hook, just because it's your first day," Aunt May continued before taking a forkful. Peter groaned and downed an entire glass of water.

The dinner continued rather peacefully. They talked some more about his first day at Oscorp, and Gwen gave him some advice on being an intern there. After dinner, Peter and Gwen took care of the dishwashing and cleaning up and retreated to Peter's room. As soon as they were inside, Gwen turned around to face her friend, with her arms crossed across her chest.

"OK, what's the deal," Gwen asked abruptly, giving her friend the Do-not-bullshit-me look.

"What?" Peter croaked, kicking a random item across the messy floor of his bedroom.

"You've been antsy all through dinner. What did you do."

"I'm just...tired?"

Peter groaned at the look Gwen gave him.

"...I sort of broke a monitor."

"What does that mean?"

"I knocked a monitor down and it broke."

"...At Oscorp?"

"Yup."

"How did that even happen!" Gwen asked incredulously.

"I sort of might have been dancing?"

"You broke a monitor dancing?"

"No, I was dancing, and some guy surprised me, and then I fell over and broke the monitor."

"Peter!"

"I know! They're going to murder me, I know! I mean, the guy said he'd take care of it..."

"What guy?"

"The guy that surprised me. He's another intern."

"An intern said he'd take care of the monitor?"

"I think he has personal connections with people high up or something. He was all calm about it...he said he was going to call me if anything goes wrong though, so I don't know."

"What's his name?"

"...Harry Wilson. You know him?"

"No...never heard of him, but Peter! Really?"

"I know, I need to be more careful..."

Gwen stared at him with those big, expressive eyes of hers.

"Was he cute?"

"Really? Really?"

"So he was."

"I didn't say that!"

"But you're not denying it."

Peter groaned again and buried his face into his palms.

"I guess he was? I was a bit too freaked out to really pay attention. I thought I was going to be murdered."

"You're not going to be murdered for a broken monitor, Peter."

"How can you be so sure."

"You're right. They might."

"Gwen!"

"Stop being so dramatic. Just ask him about it tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, good idea..."

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For the first time since becoming the new CEO of Oscorps, Harry felt good about waking up. It was very rare for him to get up without hating something, but today, he was actually quite excited about returning to his office. Perhaps it had to do with the beautiful weather, but he was fairly sure it had nothing to do with that. He was the kind of person who would look out the window, see that it's sunny, and complain about the the light hurt his eyes.

As always, his chauffeur arrived at the front door, right on time, to escort him to the limo. He browsed through news around the globe on his phone as the car meandered through the busy streets of New York. Once in the office, Felicia, his secretary, greeted him with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Osborn?"

"Have you replaced the monitor I texted you about?"

"I had a new one installed first thing in the morning."

"Good. Oh, and get me an intern badge that says Harry Wilson."

Felicia raised her eyesbrows for a brief moment but nodded curtly. "I'll have one made right away."

There was a reason why Harry kept her around. There was no doubt that she was quick and more than capable, but what the young CEO liked about her the best was that she never asked any questions. She was like a machine, which was perfect.

"Anything else?"

"No, that'd be all."

Harry leaned back against his chair as soon as Felicia was out the door. He wondered if Peter was in the building. He wondered if the intern found out that the monitor had been fixed. He tried to imagine the look of shock on the other teen's face and found himself grinning ever so slightly. He was sure that Peter probably tossed and turned in bed last night, thinking he was going to be murdered. He didn't blame him. Oscorp had gained quite a reputation in the last few years.

He was just about to look through some files when his phone vibrated. It was rare for him to receive any calls or texts directly to his phone. It was mostly Felicia taking the calls for him, filtering them, and delivering messages worthy of deliverance.

It was a text. From Peter.

I owe u big time

Harry figured the intern saw the new monitor. His fingers hovered above the screen, trying to figure out what to type back. What was he supposed to say? No problem? Or was he supposed to send something more friendly and playful?

The young CEO pinched the bridge over his nose. He really sucked at the whole casual conversation thing. He simply didn't do those. He could hold up a business-related conversation like a champ. He was good at impressing or intimidating people, but even back at his boarding school, he didn't really hang out with other students. They all knew he was and treated him differently, and he knew early on that he wasn't going to find a friend there.

Before he could decide on what to write, he received another text.

Wanna go grab a bite to eat after work? On me obv

Harry had nothing to do after work, so it made sense that he'd say yes to the opportunity to make a friend or whatever, so why was he hesitating?

Sure

He replied after a couple of minutes.

Cool see u after work

Harry put the phone down and leaned back against his chair. He couldn't remember the last time he had a casual meal with someone. He had grown accustomed to eating alone when he wasn't due for a business lunch of dinner.

The truth was, he was nervous. He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know a thing about being an intern, and he wasn't exactly a science geek. And there was always the problem of being noticed by someone from the public. He did feel bad for lying to Peter, but there was a sense of thrill that came with the anonymity that he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

He fiddled with a pen, ignoring the stack of folders that were asking to be looked over. He was finding it impossible to focus on anything productive. He spent about an hour playing games on his phone, and then switched to watching videos on youtube. Then he wondered where they were going to eat and then wondered if he was over-dressed for the occasion. What the hell did interns usually eat after work?

He called for Felicia after deciding that he was definitely over-dressed for the occasion. He recalled what the intern was wearing. A pair of jeans, a simple tee and a hoodie.

"Yes, Mr. Osborn?"

"Get me something casual to wear."

"Anything you have in mind, sir?"

"A pair of jeans and something else. Casual. Intern-like."

Felicia seemed more surprised this time around, but she nodded anyway.

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Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a tee and and a grey cardigan. He looked alright. Like an intern (he figured). He took the badge out of his pocket and stared at it. It had him wondering why he was making such an effort in the first place. He chalked it up to boredom.

Peter had asked to see him in the lobby, but that wasn't going to fly for the CEO of the damn company. So he asked the intern to meet him at the small news stand at the corner of the block.

Harry could see Peter standing, waiting for him. Lanky and big-nosed as he remembered. But this time, Peter didn't look so frightened or nervous. He seemed much more at ease, and even from the distance, the young CEO could how expressive and kind-natured the intern's eyes were. There was a hint of smile playing on Peter's lips, the kind of smile that made Peter stop for a second and just stand there and watch. It was strange to think that a person could smile like that.

"Hey!" Peter greeted once Harry was in his line of vision. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," Harry answered curtly, playing with the badge in his pocket.

"You like pizza?"

"Who doesn't?" Harry replied playfully. He liked pizza. In Italy. Over a nice glass of wine.

"Good. I know this awesome place a couple of blocks down."

Harry took note of how much happier Peter looked right now. He was all smiles and toothy grins, and it made Harry dizzy with confusion. No one was supposed to be that perpetually happy. No one. Especially not over pizza at some dingy, run-down place hidden in an alley somewhere. Harry noted grimly that he was bound for some kind of infection as he stared at the pizza place.

"I know it looks a bit meh, but this is, hands down, the best place in New York."

"Right..." Harry replied slowly as they entered the place. Luckily, the interior wasn't as bad as the exterior.

"Hey Pete!" A young man greeted from behind the counter as soon as they entered. The man looked to be around Peter's age and had messy dirty blond hair. "Wow, I ask you out on a date like a million times and you bring someone here? Cruel, man," the guy continued, a mock stern look on his face.

"It's not a date, man," Peter replied blushing furiously. "And way to keep that on the dl."

"Oh shit, my bad," the man barked out a laughter.

Harry glanced at Peter with a questioning frown.

"You're not homophobic, are you?" Peter asked nervously, his lips stretched into a thin line.

"No, why?"

"OK, good, phew, cause I'm, well, gay and that clown over there," Peter pointed at the man behind the counter, who was watching them with a smirk. "likes to announce it to the world."

"I asked him out like three times, and he said no," the man said, leaning over the counter.

"Mike! Come on!" Peter protested, throwing his arms out.

"Is he being serious?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yeah...look, I'm so sorry, I totally understand if you want to bail, or we can go somewhere else? Not as a date of course, not that I'm saying you're not attractive, I mean, we'll go just as friends, two co-worker, interns whatever, why am I still talking-"

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," Harry replied and watched in awe as Peter's expression quickly turned into one of the brightest, genuine smiles the young CEO had ever seen.

Up next. Pizza dinner for the two boys and more :) PLEASE REVIEW! :D