Webbed | OC SPIDERMAN X OC

Three | O S C O R P

The day at school went by slow, because of how much I was anticipating my meeting with the one and only Harry Osborn. I was sat in journalism class, Jackson by my side.

My pen scratched across my notebook, writing down notes on the importance of objective reporting. But my mind was somewhere else entirely. Jackson, with his tousled brown hair and permanent grin, was seated beside me, his leg bumping against mine every few minutes. He was a good distraction from the monotone of the professors voice, but his constant fidgeting drove me a little crazy.

He was scribbling in his notebook, writing notes to pass back and forth between us. He slipped another note on my lap that read "Can I come over at 8?"

I wrote my response, scrawled hastily beneath it, with a simple "Okay." I handed it back to Jackson and he read it and then put into the pocket of his worn denim jacket.

He glanced at me, his eyes meeting mine across the jumble of textbooks and notebooks that separated us. He winked, a silent gesture that made my cheeks flush. I tried to focus on the lecture, but it was no use. My mind was consumed by the thought of him coming over later.

He snuck another note onto my lap, this one a simple, "Thinking about you." I smiled and scribbled back, "Me too." He grabbed the note, crumpled it into a ball, and then, in a move that could only be described as impulsive, tossed it at Peter, who was sat in the back row with his head buried in a book.

Peter caught the crumpled note mid-air, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise at his quick reflexes. He looked at it for a moment, then tossed it back at Jackson, who was caught unaware and hit squarely in the face.

The classroom erupted in laughter. I couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle, my hand covering my mouth. Jackson, his face reddening, smacked his mouth in annoyance. He turned to me with his eyes narrowed.

"What a freak right?" he mumbled, his voice low.

I couldn't believe he said that. Peter was far from a freak. He was simply quiet, reserved, and, dare I say, interesting. I stayed silent, not wanting to start an argument.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. I gathered my things and walked out, I saw Peter standing by the door, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked at me with a curious, almost shy expression.

"See you around," I said softly, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.

He nodded, "Yeah, see you around,"

Turning my back on Peter, I walked towards the exit, my pace quickening. I had to get to Oscorp.

When I walk into the building, it was much bigger than I expected. It was full of glass where all eyes could watch you. Before I walked into the room labeled 'office' I adjusted my skirt and tamed my hair. I felt out of place as much as it is, I might as-well look up to par.

The room was empty, only a young man was seated at the vacant table. He looked upset being in his position, his eyes stared ahead, lost in thought. He snapped out of his daze and noticed me, "Oh, you must be Jade, I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you." I smile.

"You accepted." He smiled noticing my presence.

"How could I not?" I went to shake his hand, but he quickly stood up and embraced me in a hug. Soon after, others flooded into the room taking a seat in their designated spots. I waited until the table filled to take my seat at the far end, across from Harry.

The room was full of old, white men. I'm sure they must find me out of place. Harry took a seat in his leather chair and began his introduction to the meeting. The room was quiet, and tense.