The Amazing Spider-Man 3

Chapter 22

Harry didn't even peek out the window of his cell, despite hearing the door opening. He already knew who it was, since his list of visitors wasn't exactly a long one.

"Time to go, Osborn."

That got Harry's attention. His head shot up to see the warden.

"Where are we going?" he asked, genuinely confused. Everything the entire team of people had done since he got to the Vault had been for the purpose of making sure he DIDN'T go anywhere, or so it had seemed.

"Some old friends of yours want to see you," the warden replied as he disabled the security protocols for Harry's cell. The man drew a gun, pointing it squarely at him. "Come on."

Harry slowly got up, making his way to the warden, who grabbed him by the arm, strapping a device around his wrist.

"Just so you don't get any ideas," the warden said, holding up a device in his hand. "Unless of course, you'd prefer to be asleep for the duration of the trip."

The man then put his gun away, more confident now that the situation was under control. He then began to lead Harry out of the room and through the hallway of the Vault. He hadn't seen anywhere outside of his cell for so long that he'd almost forgotten what they had looked like. The walls were a clear, bright white, which was such a strange contrast to his dark, gloomy cell and room. It was almost like even the places just out of his view were happier places than where he got to be.

As they continued along, the warden always keeping him in at least his peripheral vision, Harry pondered what might happen to him. He didn't have to guess who the man had been referring to when he'd said, "old friends." Anyone from Scorpion to Sandman were people he had the potential to see, but above all else, he knew Otto Octavius would be there, wherever they were going.

"Are they at least happy to see me?" Harry asked once they were in the elevator, his tone only conveying the slightest sliver of emotion. Years in isolation did that to a person, it seemed.

"Oh yes, absolutely," the warden replied. "The good doctor is especially excited to see you. He said something about a new project that he's been looking forward to showing you for a long time."

"Aww, I didn't know that he was so sentimental," Harry said.

"Well, if the amount of money he paid me for all this is any indication, you seemed to be worth a lot to him," the warden responded in a straightforward but somewhat mocking tone.

The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and they moved onto the first floor. Harry and the warden walked up to a security checkpoint near the end of the building.

"Prisoner transfer?" one of the security men asked.

"Yeah, Ravencroft's been petitioning for this one for a long time," the warden answered. "They seem to think they can rehabilitate him this time."

At that moment, Harry realized what truly awaited him.

After clearing security protocols, the warden escorted Harry out of the prison, where a vehicle was waiting for them.

"Get in," the warden said, holding out the control unit for the shock device on Harry's wrist. Reluctantly, Harry got in the back seat of the car as the warden got in the driver's seat, still holding the device in one hand.

As they started to drive off, Harry's mind began pondering his present circumstances, and the choices he'd made that had led him here. If he was honest, he'd been a spoiled brat most of his childhood, though he did not absolve his father for some of the blame, especially since, with essentially his dying breath, he'd dumped on him that he shared in the man's disease that ended up taking his life. Ever since that point, he'd just done what he needed to survive, which had led him to become a super strong psychopath that flew around on some fancy high tech glider, terrorizing the city.