Fractured Mind

Chapter 21

Harry quickly dialed Peter's number as he was on his way back to his mansion. The phone kept ringing, and Harry thought maybe he had gone looking for Mr. Fiers himself, when finally he answered.

"Hello?" Peter answered in an agitated tone.

"Everything good, man?" Harry asked.

Peter's tone eased up, "yeah, just a little problem at home. I should be asking you that, what happened?"

"I took care of him," he stated simply.

"What did you do, Harry?"

"Don't worry about it. He's gone. He won't bother you guys again," Harry said. He noticed there was still blood on his left hand and wiped it away on his suit.

Peter gave out a small sigh, "did you.. is he dead, Harry?"

"Yes," he said hastily, "but... I had to, Peter. I know it may have been wrong, and it's against everything you stand for, but-"

"Harry!" Peter interrupted him, "...thank you."

Harry wasn't quite sure what to say to this, so Peter continued.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me these last couple of months. I know that you didn't want to kill anyone anymore, and-"

"I would do it again in a heartbeat to anyone who threatens my friends," Harry cut in.

This time Peter was the quiet one. Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. Peter would never see him as a friend again, and it hurt. It hurt so much that he was tempted to let the goblin take over just so he could have a break from reality.

"Anyways..." Harry began awkwardly, "your house has surveillance on it. Two cameras. One on the roof of the house directly in front of yours, and one in the alleyway behind your house. I would have gone and gotten rid of them myself, but I didn't want to risk her seeing me," he said quietly.

"What?" Peter asked gruffly.

"Yup, courtesy of Mr. Fiers."

"Gotcha. I'm already taking one down." Harry heard something smash over the phone. "Can't believe I never saw these things..."

Harry landed his glider, took off his suit, and hurried into his house, "I'm turning in for the night, Peter. I'll see you around Oscorp."

"Wait—" Harry hung up the phone before Peter could ask him the question he didn't want to answer at this time: who had hired Gustav Fiers?

The mansion seemed empty, but it was pretty late, and he was sure there was a certain person that would be waiting for him...

"Felicia?" Harry called out as he made his way to his spacious bedroom. He opened the door and, sure enough, she was at his bar helping herself to a bottle of scotch.

"Harry, nice to see you. Want one?" she questioned gesturing to the scotch and he nodded to her. "Good," she smiled and made him a drink.

He stood against the wall with his arms crossed as she made her way over to him and handed him his drink. He wasn't really sure what to say to her.

"Come sit down with me, Mr. Osborn," she winked and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards his bed. He sniffed and downed his drink, following her.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and Felicia straddled him, running her hands through his hair. "You're awfully quiet today," she pointed out. He watched as she finished her drink and set it on the small table next to the bed, and crawled onto his lap again. "Fine with me," she purred.