Stella's POV
Louis and Ava were concerned that was traumatized from being kidnapped by Harry Osborne, and to be fair, I was. Previously able to fall asleep anywhere at any time, I now absolutely hated trying to sleep by myself. I hated being in Louis' mansion. I hated the bathroom in the guest wing, so I had taken to using Oli's upstairs, though I couldn't say I spent much time at home since my kidnapping. Louis and Ava couldn't stand to let me just chill out for fucking 5 seconds so basically immediately whisked me away to a mountain retreat for a week, and literally the day after we got home Peter, Ava and I hopped a flight the hell out of there. But even though the thought of what happened in that house made my stomach turn, it wasn't all bad.
"I think this is going to work." Harry Osborne whispered, watching the symbiote interact with the coating I had just made. Without going into too many science-y details, I couldn't just design a fabric for the Spider-Man suit the symbiote liked, that would take years and a lot more equipment than I had in my bathroom. But what I could do is concoct a coating to cover a basic ass Spider-Man suit I had thrown together and hope that if the symbiote liked the coating it would fuse to the suit and then give Harry Osborne the unlimited power he claimed it would. I just had to create the right coating. I created a bunch of different prototypes of coatings and put them all in dishes on the bathroom counter, then one by one put the symbiote in each dish. In almost every dish I put the symbiote in it jumped right out, a mind of its own. It was very easy to understand what the symbiote didn't like, but very difficult to figure out what it wanted. However, there was one prototype we put the symbiote in that it didn't immediately jump out. It swirled around the dish happily and eventually spread itself out to take up as much space in the dish as possible. Harry was watching it, poking it like a kid playing with bugs.
"I think so too." I responded. I was now mixing the chemicals to create a large batch of the coating to apply to the suit. I needed this to work. It had been three days without food at this point. I was getting delirious. "Can I have something to eat?"
"I'll see what we have." He said. He disappeared for a minute and I heard him banging around the kitchen, then he came back with a baking tray filled with a bunch of different things. A scoop of rice, chicken nuggets, some broccoli, a couple carrot sticks, 3 Oreos, a half eaten hamburger... it was like a deranged man's charcuterie board. All of it was cold like he had just pulled these things out of the refrigerator, but I didn't care. I just sat down on the floor and started eating.
"Don't take too long, I want to see if the suit will work." He said. I didn't respond, too busy shoveling rice into my mouth. He didn't give me a fork, so I was eating like a caveman.
"Have you talked to Peter much lately?" Harry asked, filling the silence that was only otherwise being filled by the sound of me chewing. It seemed to me like a stupid question. Obviously he knew I was talking to Peter again because he felt the need to kidnap me to make him a suit just like Peter's and didn't want me to have my phone for fear I was going to use it to call Peter. Besides that, Peter had literally just kicked his ass in another dimension to save me. But go off I guess.
"Yeah, we're friends again." I said, around the food in my mouth. I knew if I ate too fast I was going to make myself sick, but I couldn't help it.
"When my father died he left something for you and him. Maybe when my suit is done we can go to New York and get it."
"What do you mean something? Why would your father leave something for us?"
"I think it's just books. He always asked why I didn't invite you two over more often to use the library."
"How'd he know we liked to read?"
"Did you forget I used to bring you guys books all the time?"
Shit.
