A/N: Remember where Peter was going? Read on!

Maybe I should've called.

In Peter's hurried state, he'd completely forgotten to call Harry. Still, Harry was always alone most of the time, and he'd probably be excited to see Peter.

9:00 isn't too early, I hope. Harry never did get up early though. Here goes nothing.

The young man got into the elevator, buzzing Bernard. "Bernard? Its Peter. Is Harry home?" "Yes, Mr. Parker. I'll send you up." "Thanks." Peter boarded the elevator to Harry's lavish, expansive penthouse suite. Jealousy always swept over him as he noticed Harry never worried about rent, meals, or clothing. Harry's wardrobe alone probably could've clothed 20 people for weeks.

He deserves it. He's been put through a lot, his father's death, he runs OsCorp, that's gotta be high stress. Still- that balcony, those suits!

Peter violently shook his head, Harry had a right. He was in business, and Peter was in a different kind of business, a life saving business. Ah, the joys of being Spiderman. You get a free uniform, Peter mused. As the elevator kept dinging the floors, Peter wondered how many stories Harry's penthouse had. It held a spectacular view. That was for sure.

"Mr. Parker? Mr. Osborn's in his room. Do you want to wait?" "No. I know where it is. He needs to be getting up anyway." Bernard nodded and shuffled away. Peter took the liberty of looking around, he was still nervous sometimes around Harry. With his memory loss, things were good. How long would it last? Peter climbed the staircase, a smile on his face, Harry would have some good suggestions no doubt. He was always good with the girls.

With his looks and riches who wouldn't be?

Peter slapped himself, where were these thoughts coming from? As Peter reached Harry's bedroom, he twisted the doorknob. Oddly, it was locked. "Harry? It's me. Peter." No awnser. "Me! PETER!" He twisted the knob, it must've been stuck before, because it opened now. He noticed that the room was wildly expansive, it could've housed a whole family alone. Glass windows lined the sides, sunlight pouring in. Peter grinned, Harry was asleep, rolled on one side to avoid the sun. Peter walked over ready to give Harry a heart attack. Then- he noticed Harry wasn't alone. Red hair, peaceful, content smile. She was gorgeous, Peter knew her- MJ. Just then, Harry stirred. "Damn windows," he cursed, then noticed Peter standing over them. "Pete?" "Hey Harry. I came to ask you something but I can SEE you're TOO BUSY!" Harry's wide brown eyes widened with shock, as if Peter just slapped him. Anger clouded Peter's ice blue eyes. Harry glared at him. "She's not yours Pete. You stole her from me and you abused her. How DARE you even try to make amends! Can't you see you hurt her!" Peter was shocked by the sting in Harry's words. "Harry"- "Make excuses, Pete. She told me all about the incident. Your science partner. "More than partners huh?" Pete looked away. "Harry, it wasn't me, you see"- "Go ahead! Make up your lazy ass excuses how its not your fault, it was an accident? Oh poor Peter. Everything you touch is ruined Pete." Peter flinched, "Harry, how could you"- "MJ made her choice, Pete. You were too stupid too see when you had it!" MJ woke up, aware of Harry's tense body next to hers. "Harry? What's"- Then she noticed Peter standing over them. "Peter?!?" She opened her mouth in shock. "What are you doing here?!" "I could ask you the same." "You could but it wouldn't be for the same reasons! You broke up with me! You made that pretty clear at work!" Peter looked away. "How could you do this to me?" Peter pleaded, aware of the whining in his voice. "Shut the hell up Pete." "MJ"- "No. No. I don't love you Peter. I loved you once, I thought, but- now? No. No I don't. Just leave Peter. Just leave." Harry glared at him, "Get the hell out of here before I kick your puny little ass, Parker." Peter felt tears blurring his vision. Everything looked distorted. He numbly moved away, down the staircase, and into the elevator. He kept his mind numb, because it was the safest way to deal with the pain.

What've I done?!?