I'm The Son You'll Never Have

Chapter Eight: Peter's Home! (In Norman's opinion.)

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TW: Character Death, Guns/Shooting

Emma arrived at the location Norman sent her to. She was approached by Norman's goons. One of them picked Peter up and laid him down in the van's backseat and told Emma to sit with him and make sure he doesn't jostle his head because Norman doesn't want him hurt. Emma did as she was told and watched as they doused her car with gasoline and set it on fire to leave behind no evidence. She had left her phone, the syringe and bottle of leftover powder in the car that was being burned. They got back in the van that had a fake license plate and were off to Oscorp where Norman was waiting for them.

They went in through the normal garage and waited for a second before a secondary entrance opened and led to the underground labs. They parked and got out to meet Norman while Emma waited to be told what to do. She heard Norman talking to them and Norman opened the door. He gently picked Peter up and laid him on one of the medical gurneys outside the lab. Emma saw him take a couple vials and draw Peter's blood. She also saw him put what looked to be a clunky shock collar around his neck and Peter's skin paled slightly. Norman then turned to her and smiled slyly.

"Thanks for your cooperation Emily. I couldn't have brought him home without your help."

Emma grimaced and responded "I don't care, you've got what you wanted. Let me have custody of Harry and we'll be gone for good from your life."

Norman shook his head and tsked.

"Sorry Emily, But I can't do that." and he drew his gun and shot her point blank in the heart and head.

Norman turned to his goons and said "Burn her body and make sure the remains are never found. I don't want anyone trying to take my son away from me and she'd be a hint if we left her body where Stark could find it."

Norman put his gun away and walked over to Peter. He rolled the gurney into the lab and opened the door to a highly decorated and expensively furnished clear Vibranium infused glass room. Norman picked Peter up and laid him gently down on the lavish bed. He administered the antidote that works against the tranquilizer Peter had been injected with so it would only take an hour or so for him to wake up. Norman discarded the syringe and left, shutting and locking the door electronically and manually to Peter's glass prison. He would wait and talk to Peter when he finally reawakens. His son was finally safe at home, where no one will ever try to take him from him again.