Radioactive - Parksborn

Part 4

Harry's POV

Holy Shit. I was outnumbered and outmatched. It was a long day at Oscorp. I was weak, tired, sore, and defenseless. The least of my worries at the moment was the pouring rain soaking my clothes. "In a rush, pretty boy? Why we just got here." One of them smirked as the crowd of them, surrounded me. "Get off me!" I yelled.

I grunted as they tried shoving me around, but I started to lose my strength and grip. I dodged one of their punches, but in doing so, it knocked me to the ground. "Nghh, Help!" I whined. I tried fighting them off but that only made them attack stronger. "Oh, you think dear daddy can save you now?" One sneered. "Shut up," I uttered with my shaking breath.

I whimpered in pain and agony from getting kicked and beaten up on the cold bleak floor, yet before I knew it they went silent and were all dragged and knocked out. I could hardly move a muscle, As I saw a silhouette stand before me. No other, than Spider-Man. I wasn't sure if he knew home much I hated him, but. I assume he was, but my only hope and savior too.

That's when I felt it. A feeling I hadn't before. All the hatred. Turned into sorrow and safety.

He held a hand out for me to help me up. I'm not sure what happened to me but, in no way was I able to decline. I let my hand reach out and he pulled me up to him. I huffed as I collapsed onto his chest. He held me up approximately bridal style and I was able to get a good hot look at him.

"You okay?" He asked. The voice sounded very familiar, but I wasn't too sure with everything being so shaken up. "Yeah...Thank you, you practically just saved my whole life." I sighed. "Of course. It's what I do. Harry Osborn, right?" He asked. Does he know about me? Well, I was the son of a pretty famous and intelligent man. Boy, would he know, too.

I nod but flush in embarrassment. I was being protected and soothed by the one I'm supposed to hate. "So, you have a knack for getting into trouble? I've seen you around a lot. A smart boy like you didn't think this shortcut trick through though. But, you can always count on me, alright." He pokes fun and comforts me, and I can't help but crack a wider smile and start to blush "I'm just where you least expect, I guess." I smile.

"You seem pretty sore. Do you want me to swing you home? I'll be caurous and slow, if you'd like. Wouldn't want anything else to happen to you." He offers. There was something there, that made me look up at him and realize he's couldn't be that bad person. The one I've blamed for my father's death. Something cracked in me to start trusting him. "Harry?" He makes me snap out of my thought. "You want me to bring you home?" He asks again. "Yeah, Thank you, that'd be amazing." I sighed still in pain. He picked me up and I clung onto him as he swung me back home.

"Spider-Man?" I asked while he swang. "Hm?" He asked as he held grip of me and we swung in the sky. "I've never been saved by you like this, but I have been saved by you nonetheless. No amount of giving thanks, can show that." I tell him. "Last week at the Oscorp day parade. You saved me. It was incredible." "It's just what I do, pretty." He shrugs and holds me closer.