Harry woke up the next morning to his phone vibrating, it was a call from his father, Norman. Harry was suprised, he and his father hadn't talked in over a year, Harry though that his dad was just trying to pull another publicity stunt "OSCORP CEO, Norman Osborn, aids his son through the grieving process after his wife was killed in the Manhattan Mall Bombing."rafter a few rings, Harry reluctantly picked up the phone. "What the hell do you want?" Harry asked, while lighting a cigarette "Most people say 'hello' when they pick up the phone." Norman said, sarcastically "You still haven't answered my question, Norman." Harry responded angrily
"I want to help you, son." Norman replied, in a calm tone "With what?" Harry asked "I can help you kill the man who murdered your wife." Norman answered "How?" Harry questioned him "Come to my office at around noon and I'll show you." Norman said, before hanging up.
(Peter's pov)
When I got back to the house, Phillip and Simon were watching tv. I wanted to talk to them about what they just went through, but I knew that Gwen and Howard would probably be the only ones that they'd open upto about this. I went to wake up Gwen and George, then I whipped up pancakes for everyone. After we were done eating, I tried calling Harry.
After a few rings, he answered. "Hey pal, how are you feeling?" I asked him "I'm okay, I guess." he replied "I need to ask you something." he said "okay." I replied "My dad called me a few hours ago and said he wants me to see him at his office, should I go?" he asked "yes definetly" I replied "Did he say why he wants to meet with you?" I asked "No, no he didn't" he lied
Once Harry got to his father's office, Norman opened the door and hugged Harry, which made him become as stiff as a board. "You said you could help me?" Harry asked "Yes, of course, come on in." Norman replied; when Harry walked into the office, he saw a chair that looked simaller to what you'd see in a dentist's office; although there weren't any tools that would apply to teeth, instead, there were syringes and vials with some time of green liquid inside of them. "What is all of this?" Harry asked, with a worried look on his face, as Norman wheeled over to the chair
"I'm glad you asked, son." Norman replied "Mr. Smyth has created a cure for my illness, it can repair any damaged organs, and amplify the rest of them and practically make you superhuman." Norman continued "And how does this help me, no one even knows who bombed the mall?" Harry asked, getting irritated "Well, I know who bombed the mall." Norman replied "The bomber's name is Adrien Tooms, he was an employee here, but he got greedy and stole some of our equipment, some of which was use to bomb the mall, and kill your wife." Norman continued, which made Harry practically freeze "But there's a small chance that the cops would be able to stop him, which is why I think you should use the serum." Norman continued further "okay, I'll do it" Harry replied, almost wanting to cry,
Once Harry was set up in the chair, he went through a series of injections all over his body, which apperently were only painkillers. Once the morphine had spred, Smyth's assistants placed four larger injections, which contained the serum, into his elbows and kneecaps. After almost an hour of agonizing pain, and nearly slipping out of consciousness, the procidure was over. But when Harry started becoming more alert, he heard Norman giving a command which Harry thought his own father wasn't even capable of:
"The operation was a success, terminate him."
Harry quickly got out of his restraints, but it was right when two of Norman's assistants walked back into the room to carry out the job. "Mr. Osborn, we'd like you to come with us." they ordered him
"Go fuck yourself!" Harry yelled. When they started walking towards him, Harry grabbed one of their pistols that they were hiding in their back pockets, and shot both of them in their legs, put his clothes back on and started walking toward the door. "Are you really that stupid? If you walk out the door they'll ambush you" one of the assailants said, while nursing his wound.
Realizing that he was right, Harry jumped out the window, and landed perfectly on his feet, 35 stories below.
His father hadn't changed, he was still the monster that he knew him as. Whatever Norman was planning, it had to be bad. Harry knew he had to warn Peter. But Harry was thankful for one thing, his father had just given him the tools to avenge the death of his wife.
(Peter's pov)
Later that night, after George, Philip, and Simon went to bed, Gwen, Howard and I decided to watch re-runs of spartacus. We sat there for about 3 hours, untill Harry started frantically banging on the door. When I saw Harry when I opened the door, I froze. His clothes were damp due to the snow, his skin was as pale as the snow beneath him, he had large bags under his eyes, and his voice was dry and empty. "Jesus Harry, what the hell happened to you?" I asked "We need to talk, NOW." he ordered
"I went to see my father today." he said, once I led him into the kitchen "So what did he want?" I asked "He said he could help me get the guy that killed mj, he tricked me into taking some serum. He said that it was beneficial to him too, he said it could practicaly make you superhuman." he replied "Holly shit, Harry." I sighed "After they injected me with it, Norman order his assistants to kill me, but I escaped by jumping out a 30 story window." he continued,
"What kind of father would use his own son as a lab-rat, what kind of monster would stoup that low and kill their own child, their own flesh and blood?" he asked, with tears streaming down his face "I have no idea, Harry." I said, placing my hand on his shoulder "But you're not him, Harry, you're not him; you're better than him." I continued "Thanks, Pete." Harry replied
"Look, whatever Norman's planning, it's bad; you should get Gwen and the the rest of your family out of the city. I don't know how much longer you'll be able to protect New York, along with your family." Harry warned, before walking out the door. "What was that about?" Gwen asked, trying not to sound concerned "I'll tell you later." I whispered to her
"Mr. Osborn, we can start the operation now, if you're ready." Smyth announced "Thank you Mr. Smyth." Norman said; what neither Norman or Harry knew, was that the serum that was givin to Harry was only a fraction of the amount that Norman would need, which hadn't been tested on anyone. Once the operation began, Norman felt like his skin was melting ofhis and it seemed like whatever was left of his soul was being ripped out. After a while, the pain became so extreme, that it almost felt like some type of sexual pleasure.
When the doctors started taking out the needles and removed his oxygen mask, Norman began to change. He suddenly grew atbout two or three feet, his eyes began to turn gold with black pupils, his ears began to curve into pointed tips, and his skin turned completely green, with a shade of purple on his scalp and wrists. "Mr. Osborn, can you hear me, are you alright?" Smyth asked, frantically; then, a voice appeared, it sounded like Norman, but more shallow and menecing "Norman Osborn is dead, call me... GOBLIN." the voice replied, while standing up "And I'm taking charge of this company!" the goblin announced, with an evil snicker.
(Peter's pov)
"Alright, we're alone, will you please tell me what Harry wanted to talk to you about?" Gwen asked, frustrated "Norman tricked Harry into letting his assistants experiment on him, it was some type of super-soldier serum." I replied "Do you think that's why a vulture took your blood?" she asked "I don't know, and what do mean when you said 'vulture'?" I replied "Well, you told me that the guy that attacked you had metallic wings on his back, so I figured that it was probably someone from the vulture program." she answered "What's the vulture program?" I asked her
"it was a program at OSCORP, created by Adrian Tooms and Alister Smyth, I was assigned to them before I worked with Dr. Connors. They created a flight harness which would help solders quickly get in and out of combat zones, and they would inject something into you so that you'd be stronger, faster, and be able to see everything clearer while you're in the air." she answered
"Whatever this is, it's bad." I replied
"I know." she said