Peter Parker One-shots

Harry Osborn

He doesn't remember how he got up there. Doesn't remember the concrete under his feet or how much he was probably freezing. He doesn't remember slipping out of his room while nobody was watching. He just remembers the wind, and then someone grabbing him by his waist and pulling him back.

He remembers tears, tears falling from said person. Tears dripping down and, and, and he remembers yelling.

"Harry, you idiot! What- thinking! Stupid as-"

He remembers someone brushing the hair that had stuck to his forehead, because even though it was freezing and snowing outside, he was sweating.

He remembers opening his eyes for mere seconds and seeing brown curls and flush skin.

And then everything went black, and here he was. Back in his room, the blinding white hospital room, where he had been alone for the past four months. And he just sighed.

That had seemed to alert the person beside his bed.

Of course, it was Peter. Peter.

"Harry! You're awake!" He got out of the chair that had been placed beside Harry's bed. Grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers.

He was really happy that Peter was there. He was.
But he couldn't talk, and he couldn't move.

That sigh had been the only thing he could manage to get out before closing his eyes again.

He wasn't sleeping. Peter knew that. Of course, Peter knew that.

Harry had just started crying, silently but the tears were there, and they were falling.

"So-sorry," Damn, his voice was hoarse, almost unintelligible. He wanted to scream. Scream for Peter to hold him and reassure him that he was going to be okay. Even though Peter had been gone, he wanted it to be Peter who was there for him. Not his mother or his dad's stupid ex-assistant. He wanted Peter and only Peter.

And the damn bastard was smiling. As if he found the situation funny.

"I honestly don't know what you're saying sorry for. It's not like you were the one who disappeared for four months," Peter seemed apologetic and Harry knew he was, but he couldn't help but feel like it was his own fault. Which it probably was.

"Harry, I am so sorry for not being there for you. It was just that I was really scared that you hadn't forgiven me," Stupid Peter. Stupid, stupid Peter.

"Did you ever blame me? Y'know for turning into a gigantic green monster and almost killing you?"

"No, not even for a second."