Sorry, Harry will not be staying an ass But I really can't make him stay like that. It isn't very nice. Review if you love me! Enjoy!

Third

When Peter woke up, Harry was leaning on the wall, starring at him. "You didn't leave."

"I didn't feel like embarking on a journey," Peter replied, walking up to Harry.

"How's your face?" Harry's finger traced the place Peter had been hit.

"Do you care?" Peter asked.

"Peter, I know I acted as if…well…truth is, I really don't want to hurt you. Beat you. I thought I would but I don't, I just want to be with you."

"Locking me down here is a good way to accomplish that," Peter snapped.

"I'm sorry," Harry pulled Peter against him, holding him tight, "For everything." Peter realized a few seconds later that Harry was indeed crying.

"Harry, things with MJ just aren't good. I have no reason to go back to her. So just let me out of here, and I won't leave."

"Everyone leaves," Harry whispered.

"I won't," Peter murmured, "I promise."

"I-" Harry stopped as his cell phone went off. "Hello? Oh, MJ. What? Alright, bye."

"What was that?" Peter asked.

"I have to go deal with this, I'll be back later," Harry said, disappearing into the darkness that lay in one of the corners of the room.

Harry waited at the foot of the stairs, until the elevator finally arrived and Mary Jane stepped out.

"Hello," he said.

"Look. We both know who Spiderman is. You left a message saying Spiderman died trying to save Peter Parker. They are the same person."

"Truth is, Spiderman did die, but I made up that story to inform people like Aunt May, whom doesn't know."

"Well how'd he die? Who killed him?"

"Some villain that's already been snatched up by the authorities."

"Oh, well where's his body? His grave?" Mary Jane asked.

"I already sent the check for a tomb over, the body disappeared."

"Alright then. I guess that's it."

"Guess so. Thanks for dropping by Madame."

"Bye Harry," Mary Jane sighed and headed up the stairs for the elevator. "You know, he always liked you, I think. Maybe even loved you."

"That's too bad he's gone then."

"Yeah," Mary Jane said, and then slipped into the elevator and was gone. Harry waited a moment to make sure she didn't come back.

"That wasn't really a journey."

Harry turned to see Peter standing a few feet away. Harry walked slowly over to him.

"Could I perhaps borrow some clothes, and your shower? You can still do what you want with my body, I don't really mind actually, but in the mean time, I'd like to be wearing something, and I'd like to get this blood off."

"Sorry about that, when I first got you I was pissed because of work," Harry said.

"S'ok. Just you know, refrain from doing it again." Harry nodded.

"Well the bathroom is that way. You can use the shower in my bathroom in my bedroom and I'll uh, get you fresh clothes."

Harry got him a pair of pajama pants and a overly large t-shirt, and then he watched Peter closely, shuffling uneasily from foot to foot, "I guess I gotta go to work now."

"Don't worry Harry," Peter said as he headed for the bedroom, "I'm not going anywhere."

Harry sighed, nodded, and headed for the door.