Spider-Man Imagines I

Because Of You | Harry Osborn [JF]

You weren't sure what had gotten into your boyfriend, Harry. After his accident - after the supposed hit and run - he was completely changed. You knew the real reason he was hurt was because he fought with Peter, but you didn't push it simply because it seemed he was getting better. You had your old Harry back - until you didn't anymore.

He had left your house happy, his lips stained from the wine you'd shared over a fancy dinner you'd prepared, but when you'd called the next day, his tone was cold and distant. And you knew.

"Harry," you said, throat thick as cotton. "Harry, please don't do this." Your fingers shook as you grasped the phone tightly, clutching it like a lifeline. "Don't go back to the way your father made you."

"Don't speak about my father," he snapped. "Don't you dare. He was murdered... and no one bothered to care. You would rather stay on Peter's side than to respect my father. Peter is a murderer!"

"He is not!" you cried. "Harry-"

He hung up.

You'd left your home at once, not even bothering with a taxi as you practically ran to his home. If he was stupid enough to believe Peter was a killer, then he was stupid enough to do something about it.

You barged into his home as soon as the butler answered. Not bothering with a hello, you ran through the den, through the foyer, and straight to Norman's old lair.

Harry stood in the middle, pouring liquor in a glass. He raised it to his lips and sipped, silent.

"Harry," you said, voice stronger than you really felt. "I won't let you do this."

"You can't stop me from avenging my father," he said, not bothering to look at you.

"Peter is not your enemy, Harry. He is your best friend."

"No," he said softly. "He's not."

You clenched your fists, feeling anger surge through you. Why was it so hard for Harry to accept that his father was a foolish, evil man? He deserved what happened to him - although you would never voice that opinion to him. He wasn't even a good father."

"Peter... he takes everything from me," Harry continued, grabbing a few circular objects - bombs you guessed - and cradling them in his palms. He turned halfway towards you, his eyes disappointed. "He took my father. He tried to take my life. He took you."

"Me?" you whispered, shaking your head. "No, Harry. I'm right here. I've always been right here for you."

He shook his head, eyes red. "No. He turned you against me the day he took my father's life. He made you just like him. Selfish and blind. But you'll learn to see the truth, too."

"How could you say that about me?" you asked. "How could you say that when I have been right at your side since the beginning? When your father died, I comforted you. I was there for you, never once discouraging you from talking about how great he was. Harry, I did everything for you!" You took a large step towards him.

"Stop right there, ___," a new voice, Peter's voice, said. "He's dangerous."

You whirled around. Peter has a new tone to him, one you couldn't understand. He held himself strong and stalked over towards Harry. He was different.

"Peter-"

Peter was already throwing punches. You gasped, horrified as you watched your friend deliver hit after hit on Harry's stomach, chest, and face.

Harry hit his back against a wall and fumbled with the weapons in his hand. Peter swiped them away, delivering a huge blow to his nose. The back of his head smacked against the concrete and he slid down to the floor, crimson dribbling out of his nostrils.