By Moonlight (P.P + M.J)

Epilogue

*Harry Osborn pov*

Harry sat in his luxury chair aboard his father's private jet, wearing a high-end black suit and his dark hair combed to perfection. His father, Norman Osborn, was wearing his own expensive suit and sitting in his own chair across from Harry. He was reading the news from his phone, his mouth formed into a tight-knit frown as his eyes scanned an article. They both were silent, Harry thinking about how cold it would be when they landed. December in New York was always brutal.

They were on their way back to America after a few years overseas, and Harry couldn't wait to get back to New York. He didn't like Europe all that much, but Mr.Osborn had been on a mission, journeying to France, England, even Russia. He had been looking for willing participants to be part of his Special Projects Unit he was planning to assemble, but had come back with only one person, an almost-psychotic Russian mobster with a trigger finger. There was a well-known engineer in New York, known on the streets as "the Tinkerer", that had access to some powerful weapons that Mr.Osborn was keen on acquiring. There were also some interesting criminals in the New York penitentiaries that he was looking into recruiting as well.

"What an inconvenience Dr.Connors was, going off the deep end like that," Mr.Osborn said, breaking the silence, "I still can't get over it."

Harry nodded along to his father's words, not really paying attention. Mr.Osborn had been complaining nonstop about the incident that happened back in October when Dr.Connors had tried to initiate his own diabolical plans. Harry's father blamed the scientist's sudden disloyalty for his explosive failure that had resulted in his imprisonment. But Mr.Osborn was relieved when the scientist didn't tell the authorities about anything Oscorp was up to, claiming that he had acted on his own.

"But to lose the werewolf as well," Mr.Osborn went on, shaking his head, "talk about a disappointment. He was supposed to head my unit, you know."

"I know, Dad," Harry said with a roll of his eyes. The teen had never met any of his father's associates, but had somewhat wanted to meet the teenage werewolf they had hired after finding him wandering the Rockies. They had brought him to New York and indoctrinated him into their league. Harry was disappointed that he never got to meet him, and he asked, "what was his name again, the werewolf?"

"I don't remember. Something Russoff," his father replied with a dismissive shrug, "when I said I wanted him under control, I was just going to use leverage or a simple bribe. Connors thought he could make him into a Winter Soldier by simply brainwashing him. What a fool. He didn't know that in order to tame the wolf, you must break the boy. Connors only wanted the wolf. That's where he lost him. Now I suppose I have to find a new team leader."

"I'm sure you'll find someone, Sir," Harry said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair and looking out the window. They were close to landing in JFK Airport, and the fifteen year-old boy longed for the moment when he would touch American soil again.

"What's worse is that the damn chair he used on the mutt had to be reclaimed by the police," Mr.Osborn rambled on, "if it had fallen into the hands of SHIELD or Stark, we'd be through. I spent a lot of money to get it back."

Harry nodded again, tired of hearing the same words over and over again. He had heard his father complain for days about how disappointed he was after the initial accident on top of Oscorp Tower, and was subject to the same speech Mr.Osborn made every time to emphasize it. You'd think he'd be over something that had happened months ago.

Harry felt the plane lower in altitude as it started its decline. He couldn't wait to be back in his family's city penthouse and be among familiar surroundings again. He would want to celebrate his return immediately, and started thinking about what he should do. He became so wrapped up in thought that he didn't realize that his father was still talking.

"HYDRA's on me about the Special Projects Unit, but with the mutt working with the Avengers, I'm not sure how much he knows or how much he told them. I told Connors to keep him in the dark, but who knows if that idiot listened. So for now, the project will have to be shelved indefinitely, until I can be sure of how much SHIELD knows," Mr.Osborn was saying as he laid his phone on the table and poured himself a glass of scotch, "The wolf will have to be eliminated sooner or later, for the purpose of avoiding loose ends, but in the meantime I'll have to look for a new leader. It's gonna be a busy time."

He sighed again as he downed his drink in one swig. He set his glass back on the table and poured himself another. He picked it back up and stared at it, turning it in his hand.

"The lycan that walked by moonlight now stands in the sun," Mr.Osborn quoted softly, and he raised his glass to Harry, teasing, "you wouldn't happen to have any superpowers, would ya son?"

Harry laughed dryly. He smoothed his hair down, not entirely caring for his father's joke. He was probably the only kid on Earth who hadn't wanted to be a superhero when he grew up. He had money, and that was all the power he needed. Besides, heroes caused nothing but trouble, especially in recent months.

But as the jet drew closer to New York, he began to think about what lay in store for him back home. Had much had changed? His father was adamant about him going back to school, and apparently Midtown High was the only one suitable for his status, since it churned out some of the best graduates in the state. He wondered if all his old friends still went there, and one in particular popped into Harry's mind.

I wonder what Peter's been up to?

And there it is! 46 updates later, By Moonlight finally sees its end! Can't believe it's been four months since the start. What a ride! It's still hard to fathom the attention it's gotten. Over 400 votes and over 6k reads? Craziness! I can't express just how thankful I am for everything, from the votes to your comments. I admire you for sticking it out until the very end! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it! And for those looking for a sequel, I'm currently debating it. But nevertheless, I adore all of you, and I'm so grateful for all support you've shown throughout this story! You're all amazing! The love is real! :) <3

~Fargone5

Ps there is a sequel now. It's called By Sunlight and I probably should have added this eons ago but hey, I'm late about almost everything. So for those who didn't know already, yes a sequel exists and if you loved this story then you should totally check it out. Anyway, have a good one y'all.