Chapter Seven: Plans

Harry Osborn sat at the desk in his room. The entire room was dark except for the lamp light. He was doing his math homework.

Tonight was like any other night at the Osborn Mansion. Norman Osborn worked late and Harry came home to an empty house as usual. He micro-waved a burrito for dinner, like he always did, watched some TV then went to his room to do some homework until his father came home.

It was like every other night.

Harry heard Norman's limo pulled into the drive-way. Then he heard the front door open. Usually Norman would go straight to his office and continue to work, but tonight was different.

Norman walked up the stairs to Harry's room and knocked on the door.

"It's open" Harry said.

Norman walked in and sat on Harry's bed.

"How was your day son?" Norman asked.

Harry was a little surprised by this question but he answered, "Fine"

"Harry, I feel bad about what happened to your friend Peter, so I was wondering if he would like for me to give you and him a 'personal' tour of Osborn Industries"

Harry was really surprised, "Uh, sure he'd love that!"

Norman nodded and walked out of the room. Once he was downstairs he turned on his cell-phone and called Otto.

"Otto, its Norman… faze one is complete" Norman said.

"Good" Otto replied.

"Soon we will find out just what's going on in that teenage body of his" Norman said almost laughing.

--City Streets--

Peter Parker, better known as Spider-man swung through the streets he was doing his daily patrol when he heard a gun-shot.

"So much for the relaxing swing" he joked.

Peter felt good about him-self that day, seeing as just two days ago he beat his first Super-Villain.

'I wonder what the old Vulture is planning for his revenge. All super-villains come back for revenge' Peter thought as he swung.

If the Vulture ever did return, Peter would be ready for him.

Peter approached a jewelry store and saw that the police hadn't arrived yet.

A thug wearing a paint-ball mask came out, he had a sub-machine gun.

"Spider-man, you better stay away!" the thug yelled

"But you guys make me feel so comfortable" Peter joked.

"There are about eight of us in here! And we have hostages so get lost!" the thug yelled.

Peter shot a web-line at the thug's chest then yanked him with-in arms reach then with one mighty punch he knocked him out. Peter then tied him to the ground with webs.

"Know there are only seven of you" peter joked.

Peter leapt into the store, were he was greeted by two thugs. They looked the same as the other one, paint-ball mask and a sub-machine gun. They immediately open fired at him, but he dodged every shot and he kicked one in the face knocking him out.

The other one took out a grenade and threw it at Peter. Peter caught it and threw it out the window. The thug fired at peter some more but Peter clogged his gun with webs then knocked him out.

"Three down… five to go" Peter said running into the back-room.

Peter ran into the other room and found three people tied up and they had duck-tape over there mouths. Peter quickly untied them and they ran out the door.

"You might as well give up!" Peter yelled, "You have no hostages!"

A Thug steeped out of the darkness, "We still have one thing"

Peter almost laughed, "What? Some paint-balls that came with your masks?"

"No… a huge bomb!" he yelled.

Two more thugs came out and they were carrying a big cube. It was obviously the bomb.

"If you surrender, we beat you up a little, take off your mask, and then we leave with the money. If you want to do things the hard way… we activate the bomb and everything with-in a kilo-meter gets destroyed… including you"

Peter was a little nervous.

"So what's it going to be?" the thug asked.

Instead of answering Peter lunged at the thug and punched him out. The two other thugs quickly activated the bomb. Peter blasted one of them with a wave of webs and he got stuck to the wall. The bomb however was ticking and the digital timer said 2:00.

The other Thug had escaped through the back door.

'I'll deal with him later!' peter thought.

Peter ran up to the thug on the wall and grabbed him by the shirt collar. "How do I disarm it?"

"I don't know! But try clogging the circuits with webs or something!" the thug said panic in his voice.

Peter ripped open the circuit board and shot wave after wave of webs in there, and by some luck of the gods the timer stopped at 00:20. "Whew… that was pretty tough" Peter said.

A few minutes later the cops showed up and they arrested the thugs. But the one thug had escaped without a trace. Peter didn't bother looking for him he just swung home after that.

"Maybe tomorrow I could do something that doesn't involve people trying to kill me" Peter said as he pulled his costume off.

Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello" Peter asked.

"Hey Peter its Harry" Harry said.

"What's up?" peter asked.

"My dad offered to give us a personal tour of Osborn Industries" Harry said.

"That would be great"

"Good"

"When?"

"Tomorrow, after school"

"I'll be there"

Peter hung up the phone and went down-stairs for dinner.

So this is Chapter 7... I kinda liked it. please R&R