They conducted their love affair in Gwen's room, the sun shining bright through the windows. No matter how much heart ache they had endured over the last week, they were able to escape reality at that moment. As long as they were together, they we happy.

They laid together, bearing no clothes, but they didn't seem to mind. Even though it was noon, they were both fast asleep, holding each other in their arms.

Nobody was there to interrupt them, to stop them, or to rid them of each other. Not even Harry Osborne could ruin this moment for them.

That day, Peter untied Gwen's virgin knot, expressing his undying love for her. Peter knew she was the one.

Harry knew she was the one, too... but he had different plans in mind.

Harry's POV

I lay here on the cold, concrete ground of the cell staring at the door. I wait for it to open and to see Gustav Fiers with more news concerning Peter Parker.

As I rest on the floor, I remember the day my father died. Staring at his deformed body, I was forced to listen as he despicably criticized me and blamed me for a wasted life. I hope he's happy now. If not, then to Hell with him. Heck, he's probably there now.

I recall the day that Spider Man refused to save me. It stuns me that Peter would let me die like this. I am ashamed of myself for participating in a friendship with him. I can't wait to break him; clasping his neck between my hands, slowly bringing them together... then SNAP! He's gone.

Just thinking about it makes me feel ecstatic.

As I am lost in the clouds, the broad door slides open, pulling me back into reality.

"I assume you've brought more news concerning our Prime Target," I say.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I heard Peter and the girl conversing yesterday, and it turns out they are both staying in New York."

"Perfect. Everything is falling right into place."

"And I am also pleased to inform you that Mr. Systevitch has been given the death sentence, so trying to hunt him down won't be a problem."

"Wait." I say, "Bring him to me. I still feel that he is... useful. Do we have any more applicants?" I say.

"I have three more: Otto Octavius, Adrian Toomes, and Cletus Kasaday."

I rise from my position on the ground and place my hands on his shoulders. "You've done well," I say, "But there's still one more person I'm searching for to complete my team."

"To whom are you referring?" he says.

"Electro."

"Harry, I know that you're on the brink of insanity, but he's dead."

"HE'S NOT DEAD," I yell.

I stop myself from lashing out and instead inhale deeply.

"Well, Mr. Fiers, if you went to the seventh grade, you'll know that energy can neither be created nor destroyed; it simply is transferred to another location."

"But, Harry, I-"

"But nothing. All you have to do is find him. I don't know where the hell to look, but I know he's out there."

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Start looking."

Peter's POV

As my eyes remain shut, the sun shines onto my eyelids, prompting me to awaken.

I look around the room for a moment, unable to identify where I am.

My memory then floods back into my head as I discern myself to be in Gwen's room. I look around the room and see my clothes at the end of the bed.

Once I assemble my garments together, I walk out the door and down the hall.

A salty smell fills the air and a sweet aroma mixes with it. I walk into the kitchen and see Gwen, setting the table.

I feel as though I might cry tears of joy; pancakes, eggs, and bacon sit at the table, beckoning me over. I lunge into the dining room and fill my mouth with everything I see.

"Wow, someone's got quite the appetite," Gwen says.

I give no reply, just smile as food is stuffed into my cheeks. But once she sits down and eats with utensils, I feel like a child.

Once I am able to get the food down my esophagus, I feel safe enough to communicate without the worry of spitting my breakfast out.

"So..." I say, "what time is it?"

"About three o'clock."

We then sit in an awkward silence, each of us debating whether or not to discuss what had occurred over the last three hours.

She then opens her mouth, leaning forward as if she's about to say something. I lean in and await the words to escape her lips. She then refuses to speak and slouches back into her chair.

After the utter silence fills the air far too long, I decide to speak: "Never tell anyone about it?"

"Agreed," she says.

We both laugh at ourselves and shake hands, promising to let no one know.

"I'm serious, though," I say, "If Aunt May finds out, she might murder me on the spot. That being said, do NOT get pregnant."

We laugh and continue with our breakfast.

3rd Person POV

The energy was intense. He could feel it as he got closer and closer.

Thousands of electric bolts surrounded him as he ever so cautiously navigated through the maze of beacons at the power plant.

He didn't know what to look for. Whether it be a blue man or an electric eel. But he had to find something to please Harry.

Then, it caught his eye. He had seen the tiny, black mechanism before; and he knew exactly what it was: the energy meter that Electro wore on his head.

He gently lifted it off of the ground and placed it near one of the towering beacons.

In an instant, bolts of lightning shot in every direction as the silhouette of a man began to form through the dense smoke that filled the air.

After several minutes, the electricity died down. Once the smoke cleared, he could see him; standing next to the tower, he stared into his eyes.

"Hello! My name is Mr. Fiers," says the man, "and who might you be?"

"How could you forget it?" erupts a deep, raspy voice, "my name is Electro."

Mr. Fiers gives a menacing smile. Electro comes towards him and stands directly in front of his face.

"What do you want?" says Electro.

"An old friend wants to meet with you."

"I don't have any friends... except for someone."

"Who?" says Mr. Fiers.

"His name is Harry... Harry Osborne."

"Come with me," says Fiers, "I will bring you to him."

With that, Mr. Fiers, followed by Electro, exit the power plant and head to The Vault, where they plan to retrieve Aleksei Systevitch.

Little did they know, they weren't the only ones trying to please Harry Osborne.

Harry's POV

Death.

My garments reek of it.

As my skin turns greener and greener, the doors slowly glide open. I don't bother to turn around; I know exactly who stands behind me: Mr. Fiers.

I shift my eyes to the mirror, but to my surprise, a woman stands at the door.

"Harry?" she says.

"Felicia Hardy... I'm glad you got my invitation."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey guys! I had so much fun writing this Chapter. Unfortunately, my schedule is about to get really hectic and it could be a while before I am able to write. Please don't expect the next Chapter for another week, but after Chapter 6 is released I will have more time to write. Expect Chapter 7 within 4 days of Chapter 6. I'm sorry if this brings any inconvenience to you guys, but please bear with me! I just have to get through this next week, and Friday I will have free time to write. I hope you guys aren't too upset with me, but big things are coming!

In Christ,

The Exceptional Author