The Amazing Spider-Man 3

Chapter 12

Breaking and entering was never Peter's favorite thing. While experience often proved it a necessity in his case, part of him still felt a little weird doing something that normally he'd be apprehending criminals for. Still, right now, this was the only way he could think of to get any solid leads on who might be behind this latest criminal conspiracy.

Currently perched on a building about a block away, Peter eyed The Vault, a high-tech state of the art supermax prison specifically designed to keep in the most powerful, intelligent and altogether dangerous criminals the city had produced over the years. When it had first been made, its attempts at security had proved laughable, as villains seemed to escape almost daily. However, over the last few years, the people running the place had begun taking more extreme security measures, with much more effective results.

Naturally, some of those security measures were on the outside of the building, which was the first obstacle in Peter's way. There were cameras and sensors almost everywhere, so there was a very limited space and window of opportunity. Fortunately, he had observed most of these measures in his many visits helping the police escort particularly dangerous supervillains into confinement, so he had a pretty solid idea of how to proceed. Plus, if nothing else, his spider-sense would give him sufficient warning if he was about to stumble across something or somewhere he shouldn't.

Firing a web, Peter swung off in the direction of the building. If he timed his landing right, he would end up at the ventilation entrance just as the camera nearest to it was turned in the other direction. As he got closer, he eyed the camera, firing one more web as he came upon his landing area. He could see the camera turning, and finally, he lunged his body forward, landing just in front of the ventilation area. His spider-sense indicated no sensors, so he quickly undid the shaft entrance point, getting inside and closing it back before the camera returned to survey the area.

From there, Peter began crawling through the shaft, all senses on high alert for any surprises. He was pretty sure he remembered where Harry was; his former best friend was in solitary confinement, so while he'd have to take care of some more cameras, he at least wouldn't have to worry about riling up any other prisoners. Actually laying his eyes on Harry though was another story though; even now, he was still second guessing if he could really look the man in the eye, even with the mask hiding his expressions.

After a little exploring through a couple of different levels, Peter finally found the small wing he was looking for. He glanced into the room, picking up at least one camera. Reaching back, he pulled out a small device he had attached to his hip. It was something he had developed about six- or seven years prior, a small device capable of temporarily disabling security cameras by sending a signal that temporarily sabotaged its feed. He hadn't been able to use it on the ones outside because he'd needed to be at modestly close range for it to work, but he believed he was just close enough here.

Peter worked a little technical magic, and soon, the cameras in the room were off. He would still have only a few minutes before they were either rebooted or security would come running, so he had to get what he needed quickly before taking his leave. Popping open the vent seal, he dropped down onto the floor. He turned to see a large window showing an even larger cell, enough room to roam around.

Inside was none other than Harry Osborn. He was sitting on the floor with his arms hugging his legs, facing the wall. He didn't seem to notice Peter drop in; judging from his gaze, he wasn't sure if the man was even looking at anything in particular.

Time was ticking, so Peter spoke up.

"Harry."

His former best friend turned to look at him. Even through the long strands of hair that partially covered Harry's eyes, Peter could tell that there was a look of shock on his face. He stood up, slowly walking over to the window.