Elena Stewart never even knew of Spiderman. After transferring from a small town in Ohio, to now the Big Apple, she has a lot to adjust with. She becomes intrigued by this so-called Spiderman, the man who flies through the air on webs made of silk...
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The doorbell rang, filling the house with its wonderful tunes. I quickly raced over to open the door, looking through the peephole to make sure it was who I expected it to be.
"Wow, " the first thing Harry said to me.
"you told me to dress casual so it's really not that impressive." I looked down at it clothes then back up to him. "but thank you."
I stepped out, closing the door behind and locking it. Harry waited patiently in the hallway until I finished, letting me take the lead when walking.
"So where are we going?" I asked, zipping up my jacket as it appeared to be a little cold.
"I was thinking I could show you the family business as well as dinner. You said you wanted to know more about me." He nodded, bumping my arm.
"Oscorp?" I said with a curious look. "I feel like I butchered the name."
"No-no, you got it right. I thought it would be the perfect way to start." Harry paused. "If that's alright with you?"
"Of course. New York is still fairly new to me, even though I've been here for almost a month. " I shrugged my shoulders. "Isn't Oscorp one of Stark Industries' biggest competitors?"
"Yes." He mentioned as we walked across one of the streets. "I hate to admit that we're not as nearly as high in worth as Stark, but we're getting there."
We headed to the nearest subway, making small talk on the way. He paid for my admission, sliding the metro pass through the scanner.
"So Mr. Osborn," I began, getting him to crack a smile. "Tell me something's about yourself while we're on the way there." I leaned against the metal pole, as it was quite full in here.
"My father is Norman Osborn. He's the one who started the multi-billion company. He-uh wanted to pass the company down to me eventually." Harry began, taking hold of one of the leather grips above him.
"What did you say about that?" I peered at his eyes, noticing he was carrying confusion in it.
"I declined. I didn't want to be stuck at an office all day. I wanted to live my life." He said softly, looking down at me.
"I can understand that. I'm sure he wasn't the happiest about it. I can get the whole following in someone's footsteps thing."
"I don't really know because he passed away."
I instantly regret my words, biting my tongue from further comments.
"It's okay. It was a while ago anyway." Harry confirmed, seeing my reaction.
"I'm sorry." Was all that I managed to get out of my mouth.
"Don't be, it wasn't your fault." He responded, getting closer to me. Harry's eyes darted to the side, obviously avoiding eye contact. I wish I had kept my mouth closed on that subject, as it did seem that the wound was still raw.
