Red As Blood, Black As Night [The Amazing Spider-Man]

Crush

ELLA

"The Green Goblin is a part of you. He's in the back of your subconscious. You could be in a room full of people, so loud that you'll still be able to hear his voice whispering in your mind over everyone else. You will need to learn to get use to him. Then, the comes and goes of his presence, transformations will no longer be an issue..."

I spoke while sitting on the leather couch in Harry's office, legs crossed and hands resting on my knee.

It's been a week since Harry Osborn returned to Oscorp. And that meant it was time to meet for our first session. Of course it was all over the news, and was explained to the public that he had been removed for some time due to a medical condition.

But now he's back and claimed to be better than ever. There was still the press who thought that he was hiding something--which he was. They were becoming even more nosy. Trying anything to get into the building. We had to get more security. And be we, I mean me.

I was suppose to meet Harry early in the day before everyone else arrived for work at Oscorp for our session. But instead I found myself at the Parker house, eating breakfast with Peter and Aunt May, who had welcomed me with open arms. I have been spending more time with them. But only to gain their trust. Which was getting easier and easier by the second.

Harry was pacing around the room, bouncing a blue ball around. All the scars he had were healing. His face avoided of emotion. He was listening, that I could tell.

"It's all about control, Mr. Osborn. We'll find a strategy for you that will help keep the goblin at bay. Then you can unleash him almost without problem." I finished.

He nods his head while continuing to bounce the ball up and down, against the floor and walls.

I took a brief look out of the large glass windows. The sun reflects off of the windows of other tall buildings. A helicopter flying in the distance. I look back at him, tapping my thumb against my leg.

"Do you have anything you want to ask me? Is there anything that you want to say?" I asked.

He nods, stops bouncing the ball for a moment.

"It's Harry, not Mr. Osborn." He says, with a wag of his finger at the end towards my direction.

I roll my eyes with a sigh. Again with this.

"How many times do I have to tell you that our relationship is professional. Thus the use of formalities is to be in order."

"You wouldn't have to keep telling me if you just called me Harry."

I lean my head back against the couch. Letting out a long breath.

"Do you have anything at all that you want to ask?" I asked. I was getting annoyed by the second now.

"You were late earlier this morning El, now whys that?" He asked.

He didn't just give me a nickname. I lift my head up with a groan.

"Don't call me that. And that's none of your business." I replied.

"I think I have a theory. You wanted to impress me, take your time getting ready for me. Did your hair and everything. You'd wear that just for me, El?"

I looked down at my black dress and heels. It did hug my curves, but all of my dresses we're like that. And my hair was straight going past my shoulders.