Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 34

I walk around the top floor of oscorp, attempting to find my way to Harry's office. every time I think about y/n, my stomach flutters, but soon enough my heart drops.

I would go to the end of the earth for her, but I can't leave may here. I can't leave new york. I doubt she would want me there anyway, not after leaving her, which is becoming much more of a regular occurrence.

I make my way to the corridor that leads to Harry's office and try and wipe all the thoughts from my head.

"Hello, Pete," he says bluntly. what else can you expect from harry though?  "hey, harry" I smile. "what, uh- what time is it?" I ask. the bags under his eyes are deep, and his cheekbones are sunken. his skin is pale than usual, and his body is so frail it looks like it could be shattered in just a punch. I hate to say it, but he looks like his dad.

"uh- late.. early," he stumbles, before breathing deeply. "I don't know. I've been up all night. I need to see you" he says, almost urgently. "you all right?" I ask worriedly, my eyes furrowed. I sit down, and he leans on his desk.

"not really, Pete" he takes a large pause, before blurting out: "I'm dying" my mouth opens in shock, but I'm not surprised. he looks horrible. "but I think you can help save my life"

he swipes on something, and a hologram of a spider comes up. confusion, I'm sure, is evident in my face at this point. "you're looking at the world's first human-spider hybrids. the hope is to extract the venom from their glands and turn that into a cure. an agent that heals diseased cells. and if I can be cured, imagine what this could do for other diseases like Alzheimer's, even cancer" he rambles.

my heart skips a beat.

he sounds exactly like curt Connors.

"they never made it to human trials. it's 14 years of research, and nothing to show for it. except maybe this" he pauses, swiping something else. a newspaper article comes up. one about last night, my masked face plastered on the front page. "spiderman? what about him?" I ask, now acting confused.

"he was bitten by one of those things, and it worked. I don't know how and I don't know why, but he can do everything else a spider can, including self-heal. I need to find him. I need his blood" he rambles once again. I take a second to reply, registering his last sentence. I swallow a laugh, keeping a straight face, and reply "you need... spiderman's blood?"

"it'll save my life," he says, leaning over the table, almost desperately.

"it may not, har. it may not be that simple. you saw what happened to Curt Connors, right?" I try and give a sympathetic smile, but he shuts me down immediately. "Connors was weak!" he spits, before becoming (his version of) calm, again. "this is me, peter"

"I don't think you can just set up a van and have him donate" I almost joke, but he doesn't crack a smile. 'i mean, I'm sure he's sensitive about people shoving needles and.." I try to make excuses, this time, harry does laugh.  "ah, he's sensitive, okay. well, then, maybe you could just sensitively tell me where he is, and I will go ask him myself" he smiles cruelly.

"What?" I question. "you took his picture" he replies. I continue to act dumb, a confused look plastering my face.

"harry, I took a picture from a long way away. I used a long lens. I don't know him" I explain away, but he just chuckles coldly.

"I put together what you said at the river. about how he gives people hope. come on. just say yes" he pleads, but I shake my head and stand up, my back turned to him. I feel a hand on my shoulder, turning me back around to him aggressively.

"don't turn your back on me!" he shouts. I look down at him, his eyes full of fear and desperation. "I don't wanna end up like my father, peter. please. Peter, please" he begs and throws his arms around me. "I can't," he says, his words muffled by my shirt, his voice trembling.