•• "You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man without the neighborhood." ••
(#1 in SpidermanxOC)
*New chapter every weekend-ish*
(NOTE):
Liz Allen didn't go to Homecoming with Peter in this story! She went with her friends, he went with his. L...
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"Miss Jones, a small token of my appreciation. For staying at my side."
Harry ripped Madeline's metal bracelet from Peter's limp hand. The oldest still held him up by his arm and he looked him over disgustingly while handing the bracelet to Felicia Hardy.
She took it from him and inspected the piece of metal. It definitely wasn't any other type of jewelry. The boy was obviously suffering, why would he go all the way to the top shelves just to retrieve an old bracelet?
"Thank you, sir," the blonde said and she looked over at Maddie.
The young Osborn's quiet sobs were joined with her tears as they fell from her cheeks. Her legs and arms became numb at the sight of the blonde who she encountered with while fighting Max Dillion. Of course a selfish thief would be on the bad guy's side. She'd do anything for money.
Harry's suit clicked and beeped as he walked Peter over to a chair. This was when the boy was starting to come to; his legs were moving but his brain was too slow to recognize where he was going. A mumble of words left his mouth, some sounding like complete gibberish, other's sounding like 'Maddie'.
Harry threw the weak teen in the chair and called over Felicia with a wave of his hand.
"The restraints please."
Felicia came over to him with a bundle of rope at hand hidden in one of the cabinets and begun tying Peter to the chair by wrapping it around him.
"Let him go. ." Madeline pleaded from the table, "He has nothing to do with this!"
The boy's eyes drooped open and his head swayed dizzily. Peter winced when the pressure of the rope held his arms together tightened strongly.
Felicia finished the knot and stepped back for more instructions by Harry—seeing his face for the first time now. He was first bothered by it, but now he couldn't care less if she did or not. He was going to get his cure and he'd be perfect again so it didn't matter
The eldest hummed with a relieved sigh. Everything was finally going his way. His suit clicked and smoke came rising through the cracks as it opened from the front and he stepped out in a ripped shirt and jeans. Madeline could see his scaly skin—his rotten fingernails—and he pulled out a gun from his back pocket.
He admired the weapon at his hand, looking at it like a new born child. He then glanced over at Madeline, giving her a pause of a second before cocking the gun and pointing it toward Peter.
"No! Don't!!" She cried and struggled against the table.
Harry merely grinned as he cocked his head to the side in amusement.
"Why shouldn't I then?"
The girl gave him a strong stare through her glossy eyes. It only gave him a few seconds to figure out the conclusion. It was so blatantly obvious.
