yay! Chapter! Still don't own spidey, only my OC. Reviews, favs and follows are always appreciated! Enjoy ^_^

Harry had been CEO for a couple weeks now, and so far, everything was running smoothly. "Hey, so you've got another meeting in half an hour, but you should probably eat lunch before because it looks like it could run long..."

I looked up from the tablet to see Harry staring out the window of his office. "You alright, Harry?"

"I've told you to call me Mr. Osborn." he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

I set the tablet down on his desk and walked around it, stepping in front of him. "And I've told you that when we're alone, I'll call you Harry. When there are other people around, it's Mr. Osborn."

He refused to look me in the eye, but I could see the dark circles beneath his. Reaching out, I lifted his head up. "You haven't been taking the pills."

No answer. "Harry," I sighed, leaning against the window. "I'm trying to help you here."

"Don't lean against the window like that." he whispered, pulling me away from the large panels.

"I highly doubt the media can see us all the way up here." I snorted.

He shook his head with an almost smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "That's not what I'm worried about."

I gave a hum of amusement and clicked over to his desk drawers in my tall heels, gently pushing him aside and reaching in for his pills.

"Please take them." I held out my hand with two tablets and handed him a bottle of water.

He didn't even look up and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Mr. Osborn." I smirked, sliding onto his desk and crossing my legs, holding the pills out for him.

His piercing blue eyes slid over my form and a small smile graced his face as he finally took his medicine. "Using seduction to get me to behave. I think you've been hanging around me too much."

"That wasn't seduction, Harry." I stood up and grabbed my tablet, my heels clacking across the stone floor. "That was taking advantage of male weakness."

I waited in his office for the meeting to end and answered several calls from Peter, Flash and Gwen. "Yeah! And I- oh, I have to go, I'll call you later Gwen." I giggled, hanging up the phone as Felicia came into the office.

"Is...everything okay?" the smile slid from my face at the grave, slightly scared look on the woman's face.

"Um...it's Mr. Osborn...he's in his penthouse. He asked for you." her voice trembled and I noticed the small cut on her cheek.

Marching up to her taller form, I slid my finger across her cheekbone and growled as it came away bloody. "The fucking brat and his temper tantrums. Go and get yourself patched up Felicia, I'll deal with him."

I stormed to the elevator and snarled the floor number at the automated voice. My heels snapped angrily on the marble and I threw Harry's penthouse door open, stomping in, enraged at his behavior.

"Harold Theopolis Osborn!" I hissed, finding him in front of the liquor. What a shock. "What in the hell is the matter with you! Felicia came down to me bleeding!"

He didn't turn around. "Harry! Don't you dare ignore me!" still no response. "Harry!" I yelled, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.

I gasped, and held his horrifyingly pale face in my dark hands. "Oh, Harry..." his usually bright eyes were dark and cloudy with almost purple bags underneath them. He had several cuts on his face and he was shaking like a chihuahua in a snowstorm.

Leading him over to a couch, I sat him down and knelt in front of him. "What happened?"

"I lost my temper." he whispered.

I scoffed and looked around, noticing the shattered glass and broken furniture. "Yeah. I can tell."

He met my gaze and I could see his eyes start to water. "I'm dying, Jade." he sniffed, saying it as though he'd finally realized his own mortality.

I sat on the couch next to him and took his trembling hands in mine. "I know, Harry, but it's not like it's gonna happen immediately." I gave him a small smile and nudged his shoulder with mine. "I think you may have a few more years."

He gave a cough of a laugh and sniffled again. "You're a good friend, you know that?"

"Yeah. I have to be to put up with all your bullshit." I grinned, pulling him into a tight hug.

Harry squeezed me back and buried his face in the crook of my neck where I could feel the wetness of tears dripping down. We stayed that way for a while and I rubbed his back, whispering that it'd be okay.

His dad was right, he does need a friend here. He had so much on his shoulders, the company, his disease, his father's death. Sometimes even the coldest, most distant people were the ones who needed the most love.

"Alright," I spoke quietly. "Let's get your face cleaned up."

He waited obediently while I got the first aid kit and didn't complain when the sting of the antibacterial wipe made him wince. "There." I smiled. "All better."

"Will you stay?" he asked, watching as I put the rest of the band-aids and wipes away. "Just for a little while."

I cocked my head to the left and crossed my arms. "Only for an hour. Aunt May and Peter are expecting me."

We talked for the entire time, just reminiscing about the past. Our childhood together. It was almost magical getting Harry Osborn to open up about how he felt. I was on the metro home, and all I could think about was when Harry, Peter and I were the best of friends.

"Hey, c'mon Jade! We're gonna be late to school!" Peter called anxiously from downstairs.

I skipped down the stairs and smiled, twirling in my new, green dress. "Isn't it pretty?"

"Uh huh," Peter grinned. "I'm sure Harry will love it!"

My face turned bright red and I shoved him. "Shut up! I'm not wearing it for Harry!"

"What aren't you wearing for me?" Harry asked from the front door.

My face flushed again and I punched Peter in the shoulder. "Nothing!" beaming, I skipped outside and thanked the man who held the limo door open for me.

Harry and Peter climbed in after me and I bounced in my seat excitedly. Riding to and from school was my favorite part of the day. Harry always gave us a ride in his limo and we showed up to school looking like celebrities. I loved the attention, Peter wasn't as keen on it.

"Nice dress." Harry smiled at me and my cheeks turned pink as I turned my head quickly to look out the window.

I smiled to myself on the shaking train. Even then he had been a miniature ladies man.

And I had the biggest crush on him and his big, blue eyes.

I trailed behind Peter and Harry as we walked around Oscorp. I'd never had much interest in the building, I preferred meeting the people.

Spotting a man who was sitting alone, I skipped over and beamed at him from across the small desk. "Hello!"

He lifted a dark eyebrow and smiled down at me. "Well hello there...and what's your name, sweetheart?"

"It's Jade!" I grinned, excited to tell him why my name was Jade. "Guess why!"

He thought for a moment, pursing his lips and furrowing his brow. "Oh! I've got it! Because you're as precious as a gem."

Giggling, I shook my head. "Look at my eyes, silly!"

The man's facial expression changed from innocent to scarily interested. "My, my. It isn't often I get to see such extreme heterochromia." a smile came across his cat-like face. "How would you like to visit my lab, Jade?"

As I was about to answer, Harry grabbed my arm and glared at the man with his electric, blue eyes. "She doesn't want to."

I didn't realize it then, but he'd saved me right then. The man was a scientist who was thrown in jail a few weeks later for experimenting on humans. I was lucky Harry had been there. Even as a child, he knew the dangers of the world.

Standing up from my seat, I got off the empty train and trotted up the metro stairs to the dark street. Breathing in the relatively fresh air, I smiled at the breeze blowing down the road as I walked to my house.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late!" I called out as I pushed the front door open.

Aunt May came running towards me looking as though she was ready to cry. I was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug and then passed to Peter, who embraced me in a bear hug.

"Jesus, I know I'm a little late, but it's not that bad." I stepped away from them in confusion.

Peter shook his head. "It's not that," he pointed to the tv screen. "It's that."

I stepped into the living room and gasped, watching as the news reporter animatedly described what was happening at Oscorp. Twelve army men with machine guns had invaded the nearly empty building and were laying waste to the insides and taking hostages.

"Peter!" I snapped, spinning around angrily. "Why aren't you there?!"

Aunt May stepped up beside him and frowned at me. "And why on earth should he be?! You want him to get shot?"

My nostrils flared and I kicked off my heels, sprinting up the stairs to change into jeans, a t-shirt, hoodie and vans. I ran back down the stairs and shouted over my shoulder, "I'm going out!"

"Wait! Jade!" Peter yelled, running down the street after me. "You can't go back there!"

I didn't stop running towards the metro. "Jade please stop! You could be killed!"

I was so furious that I couldn't stop myself from turning around and slapping him as hard as I could. "And why not?!" I panted. "You would go back if Gwen were there. Harry needs my help and yours. You're fucking Spiderman and you're not gonna help our best friend?"

With that, I continued running, but just as I reached the entrance to the metro, I was hit by a solid object and rocketed into the air.

"Jesus Christ, Peter!" I screeched and grabbed onto him as we hurtled through the air.

"We make better time like this." I barely heard him over the roar of the wind as he set us down gently on the street beside Oscorp.

I nodded to him gratefully and we both rushed towards the building. "Excuse me, ma'am. You're not allowed in here right now."

Thankfully, I'd pulled up my hood already and my face couldn't be seen. Flinging my hand in the air, the tree closest to me reached out and grabbed the police officer, restraining him.

"I think I can handle it." I muttered, walking into the building after stopping several more police officers. Peter had a much easier time getting in. All he had to do was say, "I'm here to help!" and they let him in because of the suit. I need goddamned suit.

Hurrying up the stairs, Peter and I subdued the first three army men and I almost accidentally killed a fourth...heh...

As I made my way further up the building, Peter ran off to find more of the men. Creeping down the hall that lead to Harry's penthouse, I listened carefully for any voices.

The only plant in the vicinity was the small, potted rose bush next to the window in Harry's living room. That could end up being problematic.

I pushed the door open gently and whispered for Harry. I got no response. Please, please tell me you went home for once, I internally pleaded.

"You can come in, Miss Parker." a slippery voice said.

Rising from my crouch, I strode into the penthouse to find a huge army man holding Harry with a knife to his throat.

"What a fucking damsel." I muttered, pulling my hood back.

He looked awful. I really needed to up his dose. "We meet at last."

"What?" the army man furrowed his brow. "What are you talking about?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Fit the moment I guess. And I assumed you were gonna say something like that...what? Isn't that usually what the villain says in the movies?"

"I'm afraid this isn't the movies." he sneered. "As you can see, I have knife pressed to your boyfriend's pretty neck."

I winced, sinking down lower to the ground. "Is that a real knife?"

"Yes, it's a real knife." he hissed.

I looked up at him and smirked. "Ah, yes. You got it. My one true fear. Hulking gorilla men with knives."

He pressed the knife even tighter against Harry's throat and suddenly I didn't feel so playful as a thin line of blood trickled down his neck.

"Big mistake." I growled, reaching towards the rose bush, I flicked my hand up and the plant grew out into a vine-like whip that I clutched tightly. "Let him go."

The soldier lifted a bushy eyebrow at my power and dropped a coughing Harry to the ground. "Fascinating."

"No," I cracked the thorny whip at him and struck him across the temple. "Not really." he landed with a heavy thud on the ground and didn't get back up.

From the corner of my eye, I saw bright lights coming from the window and instantly shoved my hood back up, concealing my face.

Crouching over Harry, I assessed his wounds. "They're not bad. Shouldn't take long to heal." the large news helicopter hovered outside, flashing obnoxious lights in. "Mind if I leave and check on you tomorrow?"

He shook his head and allowed me to help him up. "Good. Take an extra pill before you go to bed cuz you look like shit."

"Thanks." he mumbled as I grinned, leaving hurriedly.

The next morning, I was woken up by Peter leaping onto my bed and dragging me in just a sports bra and sweatpants to his computer. "Look at the headline."

I read over the newspaper article. "Mystery Woman Saves Harry Osborn."

"There's more." he clicked on the next site.

"Mother Nature to the Rescue? Wow, that's lame." I rolled my eyes.

The next site, "Harry Osborn, Damsel in Distress? Hah! I like that one." I chuckled as Peter clicked on some video footage of me leaving Harry after the fight. "Well, at least my hood was up."

"Look at the comment section. They've already given you a name." Peter smirked.

"Dead Rose, huh? I guess that's cool." I shrugged. "Spiderman's sidekick?! Oh hell no!"