The echoing winds scream and cry Peters name, every step he took shook the ground. He walked through the city streets, blood still dripping from the wound on his back.
It hurt, but didn’t sting or burned. He just simply left a trail of blood behind him. Before he could go to the hospital he had to check one thing. As he limps through the city streets, the thoughts rushed through his head. He didn’t know what would be behind that door. He didn’t know if he’d even come back. But he was ready, ready to experience the joy and thrill of seeing Harry Osborn breathing again.
The last time Peter ever saw Harry, was when Harry laid in his arms, tears flowing down his face. Peter laid in bed and cried for months after Harry’s death. He could never forgive himself. Harry sacrificed himself, but Peter thought it was unfair, unforgiving. It didn’t help later on after Harry’s untimely death Peter had obtained all of Harry’s ‘think journals’. At first, Peter thought it was to personal and invasive to read. They sat on his desk, dusty and mellowing out. But after weeks of thinking and grieving, Peter picked one up. Skipping through the pages, looking for answers, for reasons.
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. As Peter read it simply confirmed his theory from before. Harry took the goblin serum, became all strong, then tried to kill him. Peter read the pages, and felt guilty. Especially the few pages where Harry wrote about the time where Peter completely blew up half of Harry’s face.
Harry didn’t feel resentment towards Peter. He knew something was wrong. But still, Harry cried about being deformed, about how no one could love him now. How his chances are ruined with… scribbled out name.
Peter went back to one of the older notebooks, sophomore year. Page 1,
I’m in love with Peter Parker.
I know it’s stupid, I know I have no shot. He’s in love with M.J, his pretty girl neighbor he’s liked since 3rd grade. She’s beautiful, I have nothing versus her. She’s popular, pretty, funny. 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. Because if it wasn’t for this scratchy paper and this dried out pen I think I might’ve just died with this secret.
I might’ve just died with this secret.
Peter held the notebook in his hands. Everything started piecing together in his brain. His best friend, was in love with him. It was even worse when Peter realized that Harry did die with this secret. He died with this secret and all the love notes written for him lodged between the sheets of paper.
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 wished and prayed on every star that shone in the sky that night.
As 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. The elevator shakes and tremors every-time it goes up.
Once he makes it into the place, through the elevator door, Peters body slams onto the ground. Blood pooling around him, and everything fades to black.
“Pete?” A familiar voice spoke.
Peters eyes open, the bright hospital room lights splashing into his eyes. The heart monitor beeped at a constant rate, good to know Peter was alive.
Peters head turned, and in his daze the shape he was looking at slowly formed into that familiar face.
Harry Osborn, sat next to Peter, his face was not damaged, he was breathing, his heart was beating. He was alive.
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.
“It’s good to see you bud, everyone thought you totally vanished. Too bad you waltzed into my house just to bleed everywhere. Do you know how expensive blood cleaning is?” Harry joked.
“Harry..” Peter reached his hand out, he had no time to listen to Harry’s ramblings. But god it was nice to hear his voice after years. Harry grabs Peters hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Yeah I’m here, why wouldn’t I?”
Tears started pour out of Peter’s eyes, he couldn’t handle seeing this. Harry was alive. He didn’t quite know if it was because he saved Norman. He didn’t know if this was another timeline glitch, but by god, it felt amazing to see him.
“What’s wrong? Pete? are you alright? Should I call a nurse?”
“No. Harry I-“ Peter choked,
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