Webbed Up In Love

Key To The City and The Sand-Man

We went to go pick up Harry and bring him home from the hospital. He was so happy and bubbly just like old Harry. It was infectious. You couldn't not be happy around him.

"Welcome home, Harry." Bernard greeted him as we walked in through the Manor's door. The two hugged and Harry seemed a little confused. "Thank god you're all right."

"Thanks Bernard." Harry smiled softly.

"Hello, Bernard." I said and he gave me a small hug.

"Miss."

"Bernard." Peter shook his hand.

"Sir."

"Hey, got you a little homecoming present." Peter said taking his old basketball from his bag and handing it to Harry.

"It's your old ball." Harry smiled, seeing the name Parker written on it in marker.

"Yeah."

"Thanks, buddy." Harry smiled and started dribbling the ball inside the house. "Hey, the three of us were pretty good in the backyard, weren't we?"

"I think you mean, you were decent, I was mediocre and Peter was terrible." I laughed.

"We were all terrible." Peter chuckled. "Remember when you and I tried out for the varsity team." Peter smiled fondly at the memory.

"Yeah. For the cheerleaders." Harry laughed.

"Right." Peter smiled and I smacked his arm playfully.

"Hey!" I pouted.

"Oh, don't worry. There wasn't anyone else but you." Peter kissed my temple.

"Hey, since we're not together anymore. Do I have any girlfriends?" Harry looked at me and then at Peter.

"None that you told me about." I shrugged.

"I don't know." Peter said softly.

"You don't?" Harry looked at his best friend confused. Peter looked back at him unsure of how to explain, seeing as the two hadn't been close in two years. "Hey, Bernard, do I have any girlfriends?"

"Not that I know of, sir." Bernard called back to him, while going up the stairs.

Peter stole the ball from Harry's hands and the two playfully dribbled the ball around the halls of the manor. I followed behind them slowly and giggled shaking my head.

"It's a pretty cool pad, huh?" Harry referred to his home.

"It's okay." Peter said playfully and Harry scoffed at him.

"Looks, like I'm not hurting on money." Harry smiled.

"No." Peter nodded agreeing with him.

"Well, maybe I can turn this no girlfriend thing around. Got any available friends?" Harry turned to me and I shook my head.

"Sorry, your girl doesn't have friends. Beside's one and she's married. So, I'm useless." I laughed.

Once we reached the living room Peter and I both stopped looking at the couch we had laid Norman Osborn on that unfaithful night.

"You know, he always appreciated how you both helped me through high school." Harry said staring at the large portrait of his father that hung on the wall. "I just wish I could remember more about him."

Every time I had ever had an encounter with Norman Osborn, ran through my brain, from meeting him for the first time, to that eventful thanksgiving, to every Green Goblin moment, up to his death. Peter walked over and stood beside me obviously feeling uncomfortable himself.