He didn’t know if this was another timeline glitch, but by god, it felt amazing to see him.Story "It's about a prostitute who is getting a new job as a lawyer, but to get extra money, she currently has this job as a hooker. He didn’t quite know if it was because he saved Norman. Tears started pour out of Peter’s eyes, he couldn’t handle seeing this. Harry grabs Peters hand, squeezing it tightly. But god it was nice to hear his voice after years. “Harry.” Peter reached his hand out, he had no time to listen to Harry’s ramblings. Do you know how expensive blood cleaning is?” Harry joked. Too bad you waltzed into my house just to bleed everywhere. “It’s good to see you bud, everyone thought you totally vanished. Peter didn’t have time to think about the fact he was in the hospital, all he could focus on was the fact that Harry was alive. Harry Osborn, sat next to Peter, his face was not damaged, he was breathing, his heart was beating. Peters head turned, and in his daze the shape he was looking at slowly formed into that familiar face. The heart monitor beeped at a constant rate, good to know Peter was alive. Peters eyes open, the bright hospital room lights splashing into his eyes. Blood pooling around him, and everything fades to black. Once he makes it into the place, through the elevator door, Peters body slams onto the ground. The elevator shakes and tremors every-time it goes up. He wished and prayed on every star that shone in the sky that night.Īs he made it to the Osborn home, he quickly pushed on his clothes, trying his best to disguise the fact the was quickly bleeding out from his side. Now that Peter trudged through the streets bleeding out, he prayed, and hoped that saving Norman back in that other universe, meant that Harry was alive. He died with this secret and all the love notes written for him lodged between the sheets of paper. It was even worse when Peter realized that Harry did die with this secret. Everything started piecing together in his brain. Because if it wasn’t for this scratchy paper and this dried out pen I think I might’ve just died with this secret. What am I? A rich loser? Who’s father can’t even say the words I love you? Be glad I’m even admitting this love to you journal. She’s beautiful, I have nothing versus her. He’s in love with M.J, his pretty girl neighbor he’s liked since 3rd grade. I know it’s stupid, I know I have no shot. Peter went back to one of the older notebooks, sophomore year. How his chances are ruined with… scribbled out name. But still, Harry cried about being deformed, about how no one could love him now. Harry didn’t feel resentment towards Peter. Especially the few pages where Harry wrote about the time where Peter completely blew up half of Harry’s face. Harry took the goblin serum, became all strong, then tried to kill him. As Peter read it simply confirmed his theory from before.
To be honest, Peter didn’t really know what happened to Harry during those few months where all he wanted to do was Kill Spider-Man. Skipping through the pages, looking for answers, for reasons. But after weeks of thinking and grieving, Peter picked one up. They sat on his desk, dusty and mellowing out. At first, Peter thought it was to personal and invasive to read. It didn’t help later on after Harry’s untimely death Peter had obtained all of Harry’s ‘think journals’. Harry sacrificed himself, but Peter thought it was unfair, unforgiving. Peter laid in bed and cried for months after Harry’s death. The last time Peter ever saw Harry, was when Harry laid in his arms, tears flowing down his face. But he was ready, ready to experience the joy and thrill of seeing Harry Osborn breathing again. He didn’t know what would be behind that door. As he limps through the city streets, the thoughts rushed through his head. Before he could go to the hospital he had to check one thing. He just simply left a trail of blood behind him. He walked through the city streets, blood still dripping from the wound on his back. The echoing winds scream and cry Peters name, every step he took shook the ground.
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