(AN: This takes place before Norman became the Goblin again.)
Norman's P.O.V
I called a cab and took the girl go the penthouse. I was curious about her. What kid falls from the sky with a back pack and a suitcase? Its not the weirdest thing in New York but still.
3rd Person's P.O.V
Norman placed Alex on the couch. He dialed the Police and asked if anyone had filed a missing person report. No one had for a teenage girl. So the girl wasn't missing, so where was she from? He suddenly heard a soft groan. He looked at the girl who was now opening her eyes.
"What happened I feel like someone hit with a tank." She said sitting up.
"Are you okay?" Norman asked
Alex's P.O.V
I looked at the man. Oh crud, that's Norman Osborn. If I'm looking at him that means, oh dear cheese I'm in the world of Marvel. Then I realized he asked me if I was okay.
"I think so. Where am I? Last thing I remember is running through the woods and then a bright flash of light." I said.
"You're in my home and why where you running?" Norman asked.
"I was trying to run from the cops. My uncle Roy disappeared, the cops wanted to put me in the custody of the state. I didn't want that, so I pack up as much stuff that I could and ran away."
He nodded.
"You can stay here if you want."
I was caught off guard by his kindness. There had to be a catch but what other choice did I have? Was I going to do? Sleep under the Brooklyn Bridge in a cardboard box?
"Thank you, Mr. Osborn." I said.
I heard a door open and close. I turned and saw Harry Osborn.
"Uh dad who's this?" Harry asked.
"I'm Alexia but people call me Alex." I said.
"She'll be staying with us for a while." Norman said.
Harry looked kind of shocked.
Harry's P.O.V
I know what dad's plan is. He thinks I need company. Oh boy…