Author's note- Finally I could post this chapter. I could have done this without the constant and ever strong support of my followers out there. Thank you so much! I hope I make this chapter worth your while.

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MJ's POV.

MJ looked on at Peter. He had his mask over him but the partially open mask revealed a lot. His lips were tight from grim stress. He knew what he had come from. She looked inside his head. As much as she wanted to deny it but his sense of judgment and predicting was much more defined than hers, even though she had a few extra abilities. Maybe it was the way of the spider. His senses were somehow superior to hers and he had to trust him on this as much as she much she wanted to deny it. She quietly peeked from the extended concrete slab that provided a good cover for the two of them.

Harry was clad in a tux, a purple suit. His body was absolutely hulking, the suit was not even trying to conceal his extremely ripped up arms. She could feel the power inside him ebbing, further magnified by his own instability. She could feel it. The two of the saw him knock on her door.

MJ gasped hard. The last thing she wanted was her Aunt getting involved in all of this. She would say something for sure. She was scared. She didn't want her aunt to blurt out something unreasonable. Harry's untamed rage made him dangerous. He didn't have a good sense of understanding, the only reason that prompted her to leave him. And that scared her a lot. She thought, he might lash out all of a sudden and she wanted her aunt to be certainly kept at a distance from him.

She pushed Peter aside and looked on.

Harry knocked sharply, twice and waited patiently. There was a slow progressive patterning of steps made by those hard-soled slippers as the door opened creakingly.

She could hear them converse distinctly.

"Good Evening Mrs May. I was looking for Mary Jane. I guess she is here, cause her shift's supposedly over by now"

"Hello, Harry dear. No, no she has been out for quite some time. God knows where she hangs out these days. I am sorry. But she might be with Peter, the last I had seen her with him. Umm, yeah she was definitely out with him. You could check out his place."

"Oh, that is absolutely fine. Thanks"

Harry headed back into his car. She knew something was so wrong. Something was tearing at her head. He was waiting, something bad was about to happen, something that he still didn't have complete control of. He would do something unexpectable. She was scared for this; Harry had always been a loose cannon. That was one of the main reasons for breaking up with him.

"Peter, I have to go and get him. He might end up doing something rash right now."

"Why only you? We will both go and stop him."

Why would she ever leave him? It was this attitude. He was everything she ever wanted in a boy to be, he was in love with her, he cared for her, not like those big fat jocks she dated way back. He was so much better than the rest of them. True, she had to share him, which seemed so very absurd to her. Who would share him? Everyone would want him all to themselves. And that same feeling might probably go through Gwen every time, because of everything that was dissimilar between them but their common ground had always been the similar love that they shared towards him.

Peter leapt back up on his feet, one hand drawn out towards her. There was nothing left to be absolute and adamant to her. She had never been this sure out of all the boys that she dated. She knew, his deepest darkest side, and that personality of his, however little it might be, she always saw it scintillate within him.

"I will fight for him, this time. I will be with him. I want to end up with him."

She grabbed his out drawn hands, like an outstretched black twine grabbing for the thicker and more established and rooted firm hands of Peter's.

They had to confront him this time. And this was a calling, for the tide was high, it was due.

They followed the black limousine, like ghosts, as stealthily as possible, trying their best not even shoot webs.

Leaping through the partially made construction buildings, and the high-rise towers, the duo followed him down through the neighbourhood; Till the limo stopped all of a sudden. The driver's door swung open and out came the Chauffeur, clutching the back of his neck. His stark white suit had a redness to it, the stark redness, spreading downwards making a river of crimson red, as it tried to find the quickest way to travel through the fabric to the earth, the gravity providing an efficient helping hand. It was rufescent. The man staggered, moved a few feet, clutching his slashed throat, till his feeble heart gave out. He fell down on his knees, falling face first onto the black soil.

And then Harry emerged from the back seat, his form hulking as ever. He stepped out of the limousine. He spoke in a very low grumbly voice.

"Peter. I know that you are out there. Just come out. You and I are due for a long private chat."

It was practically impossible for Harry to listen to Peter. MJ looked at Peter. He hadn't sensed her.

"Why was it so?" Peter thought, holding her wrists and pushed her back behind him.

Harry chuckled hard. "Oh, did you think that I would not sense her crouching near you? You don't have to hide that BITCH!"

Harry practically roared the last word.

MJ felt like she would bawl all over. The way screamed, made MJ move a few steps back.

"Oh! You think I would let the two of you go all away. Like hell, I would. And now I would tear the earth apart to get to you. Remember that."

He tore his purple suit. There were metal fixtures all over his body like he had been part of a science experiment. A few of them even replaced his limbs and chest portions. He looked like a cyborg. His hair was slicked back, with enough hair product that would keep a homeless man drooling and that smile… Oh god, that smile! He looked a total psycho. Harry turned his eyes to Peter. With ever step he took, the metal parts expanded and covered his greenish skin. Leaving not even an inch of his human skin out. They resembled scales. Greyish or more like greenish black scales, his face was completely exposed. The scales covered his neck and then it looked like got infused to his muscles due to sudden blood streams at awkward places. The fixtures probed inside his hulking mass of a body and the strangest part of all was that Harry didn't even flinch. He actually laughed maniacally.

"I will tear ever portion of your muscle and break every bone and feast on it. And only then you would feel my true displeasure, every sleepless night that I spent all alone thinking about you, as this curse within me, rots me from within. Have you ever thought of my feelings, like the way you were invested in that damn fool's?" He pointed a now metallic finger, at Peter.

"I have never ever cared about destroying anyone's life before. I wanted harmony. I wanted everything to live. I embraced life. I have been wanting to live my life and spend time with you. I know that I have not been a good boyfriend but you could have given me time. I swear I could have changed. The company, my dad's death, everything had me so preoccupied. Everything had always been a mess for me right around when my mum died. I expected you to be more understandable, at the very least given me a chance to redeem myself. But now I know, I had made plans to redeem myself right from the start and the Osborne blood inside me will. I will be the cause of greatness and purge the world for such otherworldly atrocious people like you Mary Jane Watson. Tonight no one has to die but you. Tonight, you die!"

MJ looked at him. Her eyes had been all terrified seeing him all in rage. But now his continuous banter was pissing her off. And he had not a single shard of sanity in him as most of his She squirmed her eyes at him. She hoped he still had his humanity still intact, at least he now thought of about mankind. For the first time ever, he thought about people as a whole and that was the first time she ever heard him talk about it. Maybe she could beat the weirdness out of him. Small talk would do squat and she might have to force it out of him and she would enjoy it.

MJ bend a little forward, folding her fingers, balling her fist as hard as she could. As far as she could push her long slender costumed fingers into her palms, making her veins and bones pop and crack as she got ready. Her eyes caught a slight movement, as her enhanced stimuli guided her, pushed her to analyse everything around her in bullet time. Harry's armour lit up like fireworks. Sparks flew out of joints as the metal plates welded and formed a single continuous exo-armour around him. And spontaneously, it seemed like the armour had some kind of inbuilt circuitry, as there were many coloured veins like some kind of running circuitry.

"Yes, his armour has to have inbuilt circuitry. All those plates are connected to his central nervous system. And strangely enough, it is sending out pulses. Do you feel that? Those weird pulses? Seems like low-frequency waves."

Now that he mentioned it, yes there was something very weird going on, like tiny minor disturbances. And whatever the signal, it seemed to pass straight to the limo. The bonnet of the Royce flew up, pushing the engine out crunching and grinding, the sparks flying away. Everything folded and melted into something huge and looked so otherworldly. It was like a huge blade, a mini surfboard with extreme edges, that looked alien. The engine got embedded right in the middle. The fins, the circuitry, the bonnet, everything got pushed right inside. The metal bent and scrunched up as it took shape in a definite form factor like it was already programmed to. And then it powered up, like a tiny moving tornado. The multi-injection jet injection system, fuelled the 12 valve engines, roaring as it did so. It pushed the air up, as it hovered in the air, pushing the dust and grit as it hovered upwards like a mini aircraft that slowly floated towards him. They had to be really careful not to touch the edges. It was gleaming with the remainder silver and ebony paint and the steel alloy was sharp enough to pierce even the strongest of concrete blocks with the minimum amount of force.

The sensors sensed as it moved up and forward, sensing the signals, till it finally bent down near him. Harry could put his foot on the cut out shaped grooves designed to match the grooves of his foot.

"God, he really had to spend that much money to make such a scary ass tornado machine, absolutely not worth it. I bet I could do something right now."

So saying MJ ran, leaping forward, webbing a huge smooth riverside stone, twirling it around swinging it around as hard as she could, till it was a blur, making it almost invisible to a human eye. Such an impact would be devastating to a human as it would surely pass cleanly through any body part, especially if it happens to splinter on impact. It would kill anyone.

MJ grinned and leapt, trying to keep her momentum constant. Using her height, she hurled it at his unprotected head, at a blinding speed.

Shhhh.

The pebble, tore through the layers of air as it hit Harry straight at his temple.

MJ took her stance on the ground as she looked back at him. The point of impact hardly made him twitch even his head. There were tiny shards flying off all around him as it flew in all directions. He looked back at her.

"Did you think such a small thing could hurt me? Even after I planned to take on both of you? Did you really think I would be weak?"

MJ's senses tingled, as she felt the distinct movement of some smaller flaps open up on his glider.

The projectiles that came out of it were small and fast, thin as needles and its direction ever changing making its movement very random. MJ jumped and dodged around, her mind rapidly thinking, "It's changing direction Peter look out!"

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Gwen's POV

She was still clad in her costume. Her mind reeling. She was still thinking about the way MJ ran off with Peter. True they had come to an agreement about sharing him, but it still bothered her so very much. She was so happy. She was spending the first night with her.l

She wanted to go sprinting after them right now. Gwen focussed her mind, with full concentration, she reached out, like empty hands grabbing on whatever path Peter and MJ came into contact with.

Yes, she was a better tracker. Her hunting skills were on par with hyenas, better than the vultures. She could soar through the air, get a bird's eye view or else she could track their path on land, track motion and single out creatures from her mere telekinesis. Such was her strength of her kinesis but it was not that efficient when it came to extremely long distance. MJ was the one who efficient in long distances. But her kinesis wasn't certainly not as specific as hers. Maybe She would have to go out and trace them out.

Gwen never liked this at all, let alone letting the two of them spend time all alone. The truce was only held by the unbreakable verbal bond that the three of them respected but something was so very off. She didn't want to be a renegade. Gwen was never the jealous type, but something inside her was snapping.

Or maybe it wasn't jealousy. It was something different. It was something so very rotten that made her want to throw up. She grabbed her stomach as she felt it move around, twisting into a tight knot. She had to think this through…

Or maybe this was just her imagination.

She couldn't trust anything anymore. Her mind was blank.

She had to move out. She had to go and just sense it. If they were really together, then they were having fun and her time would come too. There was nothing that bad about it and she would have her time as well.

Maybe just a tiny glimpse. A glimpse into her future with Peter. She wanted to made him feel better than MJ ever did. This wasn't any competition but she always felt time and again to compete with her, maybe within her she always knew, she was the one who had low confidence, unlike MJ. She couldn't handle things like the way MJ did. She wasn't the smart one, only the geeky one who thought alike Peter.

But she would fight. Gwen looked out into the night sky. The partly stark inkiness and complemented by the rare orange minty sky did nothing to lighten her mood. She was still thinking, a bit haunted by her next move. She should not follow them out there. There were some rules that she had to respect, respect the relationship that they three shared.

"My love can double as a weapon too, fuck respect! She had to fall only for Peter only when I was dating him. Fuck her!" She thought as she jumped off into the cool evening mundane sky.

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Yes! Finally a boss fight, something that I have wanted to do for so long. I promise you guys, I will try to make this as descriptive as possible. An inevitable fight with the trio! DO stay tuned and don't forget to leave behind comments and your opinions.