A/N: So longest chapter so far, I know origin stories can start off a little slow, but trust me it'll pick up soon also Peter and Gwen's first date coming very soon! Please let me know what you thought of the chapter and the fic so far with reviews,follows,favorites,and also share it with your friends. Please review the more reviews we get this chapter the quicker the next one comes out!

Chapter 6

As Peter tried to quicken his pace to match Harry's the aching in his neck turned to a slight burning sensation, he felt at the spot again. It had turned into an increasingly large bump and it itched like crazy. He felt a small string hanging from the irratated bump, but as he was pulling on it he was stopped by the same security guard from before.

"Aren't you supposed to be with your group little man? You're not getting through her-" The man's booming voice was cut off by Harry, who's own voice was rising with every word.

"So you're the reason he's late?" Harry exclaimed pointing an index finger at Peter, "Didn't I tell you I had someone coming in today?" his excitedness sent his light brown hair in every direction, seeing Harry this angry was a surprise considering how collected he usually was, then suddenly another voice was in on the craziness.

"What did I tell you?" Gwen yelled out at Peter, "Do not get in trouble! That's literally the one thing I told yo-" she quickly stopped when she saw Harry attempting to smooth out his hair. "Oh you were here to meet Harry?"

Harry chuckled at Gwen's surprise, "Thank you for trying to keep him in line ," he quickly pointed his index finger at the large security officer, "And you, if you ever make me late for a meeting again you won't even find work as a mall cop!" Harry said digging his finger into the mans grey shirt, Harry quickly regained his composure and pulled Peter past the large man.

For a moment Peter caught a glimpse of Gwen giving him the angriest look he had ever seen, before Harry dragged him around a corner he quickly mouthed an "I'm sorry," to her. She laughed at the way his head snapped around the corner as if he was a cartoon.

"Sorry for keeping your boyfriend from his interview ," the large man said brushing off his grey shirt.

"Boyfriend? Interview? Is he going to work here? Boyfriend?" she thought, and her mind slowly drifted to Peter's big brown eyes in his big square glasses. "Oh no we are n-I..I mean Pete-Peter is not my boyfriend," she said while a nervous, but eccentric smile plastered onto her light pink lips, her nose scrunched up as her smile grew larger and she back peddled quickly like an ecstatic child. When she got to where she thought nobody could see her she leaned against a wall and let herself be indulged by thoughts of Peter Parker.

...

Peter and Harry quickly approached a hallway lined with bright silver doors, as they got to one of the doors Harry put his Oscorp badge over a small rectangular panel embedded into the wall, the light above the panel flashed from red to green and one of the stainless steel doors slid open. Peter looked at the panel astonished by the technology it took to just use an elevator as Harry beckoned him to follow into the glass box.

"Even the elevators are high tech!" Peter thought to himself, then an animatronic female voice took over the box causing Peter to jump in surprise,

"What floor please?" the voice said kindly.

"108," Harry said as the large stainless steel doors closed the boys in the transparent glass box.

Harry looked over at Peter who was staring down out the window at the ever shrinking floors of the glass castle of Oscorp.

"Pretty amazing isn't it?" Harry said looking down at a small square box twirling in his fingers.

"Yeah, do you ever think about it all being yours one day?" Peter asked now looking up at Harry who had visably stiffened at the question.

Harry looked intensely at the small grey square in his hand, if he was being honest it was all he ever thought about, how could he run a multi-billion dollar company when he could barely pass Calculus? He stuck the small object his father had given him years earlier into his pocket and lifted his head to Peter, "No, it doesn't cross my mind," he lied, "too many super models," they shared a laugh as the doors pried open.

"You ready?" Harry said stepping out of the glass box.

"As I'll ever be I guess," Peter replied nervously as they both walked down the hallway toward the office of Norman Osborn.

...

Peter followed Harry closely as they arrived at a glass door that had the Oscorp logo plastered largely over the middle of the two sliding glass panels, behind the door sat at a large round desk that was embedded into the white wall behind was a pale girl with dark brown hair, her bangs hung over her forehead and parted slightly in the middle. Her small lips turned up into a smile when she saw the two boys at the door, she quickly pressed a button on the bottom of the desk and the glass doors slid open. Her eyes stayed locked on Harry as he walked quickly toward her.

"Pete I'd like to introduce you to Felicia Hardy, my fathers personal assistant," Harry said never removing his eyes from her. At first she didn't make any effort to move her gaze away from Harry, but her professionalism took her over and she stood flattening her skin tight black dress at the thighs.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said holding out her small pale hand to him, "I've heard so much about you,"

Peter awkwardly shook her hand not saying a word, he couldn't help noticing how young she looked, "There's no way she's older than me or Harry," he thought. His thoughts were quickly interrupted when Felicia began talking to him again.

" is in his office," she said pointing one of her dainty fingers at the door to Peter's right, "You can head in now,"

Peter nodded his head and turned toward the door, but as he did he felt his heart start to race and he heard a small ringing in his head. The ring seemingly pulled his head back around and he watched as everything around him slowed to a near hault, everything except himself. He quickly looked around and saw a bottle of water falling from the desk where Harry's elbow now layed. He quickly grabbed the bottle from out of mid air and stared at it with the same expression that Harry and Felicia were now looking at him with.

"Nice reflexes," Felicia said in awe of the messy haired boy.

Harry peered down at the Peter, astonishment clearly covering his face, he knew better than anyone that Peter Parker did not have good reflexes, at some points Harry thought he didn't have any at all and now he was catching water bottles he didn't even see fall?

Peter slowly put the bottle down on the desk and staired at his hand in complete disbelief. He looked at Harry and opened his mouth as if he was beginning to say something, but nothing came out, so he looked back down at his hand and turned back to the giant wooden door.

Peter took hold of the small gold knob and twisted until he heard a click, he pushed the door open and saw a tall man in a grey suit staring out at the setting sun. His black hair stained with tiny hints of grey was slicked back so that it molded to his scalp and his hands were hooked behind his back. When he started speaking it startled Peter to a point where he nearly jumped.

"Peter a little late aren't we?" his voice seemed to boom even when he spoke softly, "Have a seat," Norman said turning around and holding his palm to one of the two green cushioned chairs in front of his desk.

Peter quickly scrambled to sit down as he spoke nervously, "I-uh I-I'm sorry tha-uh that I'm so late sir, I-um got distracted," he quickly began to stroke his neck nervously feeling the huge bump just under his jacket collar.

"By that cute blonde in the genetics department?" Norman said with a small laugh, "She's an extremely bright young lady,"

Peter's eyes grew wider and he felt himself begin to get extremely hot, "I-uh s-she-uh-um, w-we aren-" his incomprehensible stuttering was interupted by Norman's booming chuckle.

"Peter, it's alright as long as it does not effect work rate," he said in a serious boss like tone. Norman's eyes fell from the boy down to a picture of himself and two other men smiling brightly. The boy sitting in front of him reminded him so much of his long time friend and partner and Norman began to show his soft side, the side of him that was rarely seen by anyone, but Harry and even then it was extremely rare.

"You look so much like him," he said flipping the framed photo toward Peter, "Your brilliance would rival his," he continued to reminisce on his former best friend, "And that's why I wanted to talk to you today Peter!" his voice returned to a hardened business tone, "I want to offer you a paid internship here at the tower under the supervision of Connors," Norman pointed his finger to the man in the picture whose arm was cut off at the elbow, "Up until you graduate you will be considered an intern, but under Connors you will be doing more work than most of the employees around here," Norman sarcasticly put air quotations around the word employees, "And you'll get to work along side that blonde girl most of the week, what do you say?"

Peter smiled slightly at the thought of getting to be with Gwen almost everyday after school, he looked up at Norman who had his hand fully extended toward him, "Sounds perfect sir," he said embracing Norman's hand, "You won't regret this decision sir," Peter said pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

"I don't expect to ," Norman walked around the front of his desk to the door back into the lobby of his office. Peter quickly shot up as Norman opened the door and held his hand out to signal Peter to go out first. As they entered the large open area Peter saw Harry laying on one of the black leather couches throwing a small black ball off the roof and catching it over and over and over again.

When Harry heared his father's voice he quickly sat up sending the ball hurdling out of his hand and toward an unaware Felicia. Again Peter felt his heart pound against his rib cage and the ringing played in his head like an obnoxious symphony, everything around him slowed and he quickly moved his hand right in front of Felicia's face, the ball landed seemlessly in between his finger tips. This time Peter looked down at the ball annd smirked confidently.

"Be careful Hare," he said tossing the ball back to his best friend. Harry caught the black rubber ball in his lap and looks down at it astonished. He mouthed a "What the..?" to himself before walking over to the desk everyone was gathered around.

"Felicia have a lab coat and a full access I.D. badge made up for by tomorrow," Norman said, he began to turn back toward his office before Felicia spoke up.

"Full access sir?" she said nervously.

"Yes Felicia full access," he slowed his tone and nodded in an annoyed manner, "Is that a problem?"

"No sir, no problem," she said lowering her head and typing something up on her key board.

Norman scoffed at her and turned toward his office, before he entered the now dark room he turned to the three young people and said, "Harry show Peter the way out I'll call the car to come around and pick you up, Felicia take the rest of the night off, I won't be needing your assistance this evening. I'll see you all here after school tomorrow afternoon, on time," Norman turned away from them again flipped on the light in his office and closed the door with a loud bang.

Harry looked over at Felicia, who was clearly upset at being embarrassed moments before, and sighed. He then turned to Peter and began to speak, but Peter had known what Harry was going to say,

"I know my way out," Peter said nodding his head over to Felicia. Harry gave him a weak smile and handed him a plastic rectangular card before walking over to Felicia's desk. Peter walked toward the gigantic glass doors and it slid open at his presence, he rubbed the back of his neck feeling the bump cause his fingers to form over it as the slid back and forth, he couldn't help think that the spiders had something to do with his new found reflexes.

...

Gwen quickly paced down the escalator knowing her father would be there soon to pick her up, with every hurried step her golden pony tail bounced and twirled like it was orchestrating an opera. She hugged the folders of paper work she had to do tight to her chest and looked down at her phone the time read 9:45 pm she was usually out at 8:30, but her distracting thoughts kept her from finishing all her work on time, "God why does he have to be so...so...ugh," she thought as she quickly sent a text to her dad.

Gwen

Hey, I'm sorry I was so late tonight. Come get me?

Daddy

Be there soon sweetheart.

She was so distracted by her thoughts and trying to text that she didn't see the huge puddle of water right in front of the door. Her beige booted foot slipped from under her and she let out a small squeal, her folder and phone flew straight up into the air as she fell toward the hard white tile, but before she could even come close to the floor she was pulled into a firm chest.

Gwen covered her face with her hands and her breathing was erratic, she finally pulled her eyes up from the army green jacket and into his big chocolate brown eyes. When she saw him she nearly melted into the puddle she had just slipped on, a large smile grew on her face and she saw his lips curve into a cute nerdy smile.

Just as soon as it had appeared it was replaced by his nervous rambling, brought upon by his realization that he was holding Gwen Satcy in his arms. Peter quickly pushed himself away and awkwarldy rubbed her upper arms, "I-uh, yo-you, they-they should-uh really put signs up f-for that," he stuttered pointing at the shimmering puddle. His eyes were glazed with nervousness and he was profusely rubbing his neck.

"Yeah, no they totally should," she said shaking her head comically and pressing her top lip down on top of her bottom one.

Peter tried to come up with his next words, but all that came out was a small laugh and a nervous smile. She was sucking him in with every little thing she did, the slightest movement she made could make him crumble. Her creamy skin was accented perfectly by the slightest tinge of red in her cheeks and the fullness of her glossy pink lips. To top it all off her green eyes were glistening like the Atlantic Ocean.

Somehow he managed to pull his eyes away from hers and look nervously down at the white tile, there he saw her folder and phone scattered across it. He quickly dropped to his knees and picked up both objects and just as fast as he had gone to the ground he popped back up again handing her belongings to her nervously.

"I could have gotten those you know?" Gwen said laughing at how quickly he had grabbed her things.

"Oh, w-well yeah I-I know, but yo-you know-uh I just," his babbling was stopped by Gwen's captivating laugh.

"Peter I was joking, thank you," she said looking down at her phone. She noticed a text from her dad two minutes ago.

Daddy

I'm out front.

She quickly typed out a reply.

Gwen

Be right there.

"I should go," she said pointing her thumb behind her toward the front door, smiling brightly at him.

"Oh yeah, no, no I should probably get going too," Peter said nervously running his hand over his messy brown hair.

"Okay well I'll see you around," Gwen said turning toward the door.

Peter felt words burning at the back of his throat, but he tried to fight them back with everything he had, just as she began to push open the glass door they forced themselves out.

"Gwen!" just as her name slipped from his lips he brought his index finger and thumb to his lips and slightly pinched down on the inside of his bottom one. She quickly turned from the door and takes a step back toward him.

"Yeah?" she said eyes wide in excitement.

"I was-uh thinking m-maybe you wanna-uh I don't know-um" he said trying to keep his composure.

"Wanna what?" she said eyebrows raising adding to her already excited dameanor.

"I-I don't know," he whispered nervously looking off into the distance, "Just-uh," Peter nervously bit his lip and looked up at her and gave a toothy nerdy grin and she thought it was the most adorable thing, "I-I don't know we could, I don't know we could, or we could do something else, or we could i-if you don't like,"

She loved his nervous attempt at asking her on a date, so how could she say no? "Uh-huh," she said giving him a huge bright smile, "Yeah,"

"Yeah?" he said unbelievably.

"Yeah either one," she said trying to make light of his nervousness.

"Really?" he responded with a big smile curving onto his lips.

"Sure," she said nodding a little.

"Okay," he said nodding his head comically quick, "Alright good, sounds good,"

"Cool," she whispered feeling her own nerves start to over take her.

"Okay, I-you know I can't right now-I can't right now I'm so busy right now," he said nervously waving his hand up and slapping it down to his thigh.

"Yeah, no I know me too ugh," she said looking back at the door and nervously moving her legs around. The moment she looked back at his big brown doe eyes she gave a cute nervous laugh and looked down at her beige knee high boots.

"But-uh maybe-uh," he said nodding at her.

"Yeah, just you know," she said twirling in a circle on the heel of one of her boots and playing with the folder of paper work in her hand.

"Some other," he said as he laughed at her little spin,"

"Time," she said finishing his sentence for him, "Alright," she turned on her heel again and began walking toward the glass door again.

"Alright," he said smiling and watching her walk away.

"Alright bye," she said sweetly.

Peter nervously played with his wrists and watched her intently, before she got to the door she looked back and smiled at him one last time before walking out of the building. He waited a couple minutes before he spun excitedly around and bounced like a child out of his new place of work.

The whole car ride home Gwen couldn't keep Peter off her mind, or the smile off her face.

The whole skate to the subway station Peter couldn't keep Gwen off his mind, or the smile off his face.