The Void

Chapter 35 - Punishment and Revelation

(Your POV):
I returned to my parents apartment immediately after school, having a feeling that they would be waiting for me there after the stunt that they just pulled. They were at the door when I walked in, clearly anticipating my arrival with disappointed looks on their faces. I found it mildly amusing to think about other parents of kids my age would look like this when their kid snuck home past curfew, not when they killed their superior and then obliterated the group of agents sent to punish them for that crime.

I didn't wait for them to talk before glaring at them, "really? You sent a group of agents after me? You've seen me in training, how did you think that was going to end?"

"Perhaps differently if you hadn't had help from Spider-Man. What's going on between the two of you, anyway? First you team up to kill Norman Osborn and then he helps save you from attackers," my mother stepped forward, still glaring at me.

I rolled my eyes, "first of all, I don't need him to save me. I had the situation under control even before he showed up. Secondly, he didn't know that the attackers were after me. All he heard was that a school was under attack and apparently was in the area. Third, there's nothing going on between us. We may be opponents, but that doesn't mean that we can't be allies when we have a common enemy. Besides, we didn't actually team up to kill Osborn, the only reason why he's dead right now is because he tried to kill me."

"You really expect us to believe that? You and Spider-Man have been getting awfully close lately. You did free him when you caught him that one time and haven't recaptured him since and now you were caught on video fighting Norman Osborn, who you were given strict orders to aid-"

"And that was what I was trying to do. I dropped a ceiling on Spider-Man and the Osborn grabbed me and dropped me on a roof, going on about how he didn't need my help. He was offended and tried to kill me. He threw me off a building for God's sake!"

"That didn't mean that you had to kill him."

"It was either him or me and I thought that you would want a trained agent to survive as opposed to an insane lunatic."

"Not if that agent no longer wishes to serve the cause and is going soft on one of her biggest enemies."

I rolled my eyes, but was cut off by my father grabbing my arm, "enough of your futile explanations. You disobeyed direct orders and then tried to run away, you must be punished."

Knowing that the punishment would only worsen if I were to argue, I let them bring me to the training room. The first thing I noticed as I walked in was the chair set up in the middle of the room, but as my parents ignored it, I did as well, and obediently walked over to the chains that they would restrain me in while beating me.

I was barely conscious when they finished, hanging limply from the chains, but refusing to let a sound of pain leave my lips. The more I struggled against it or showed a weakness, the more they would hurt me. I was relieved, however, when they let me down from the chains at the end.

"Get in the chair," my mother demanded, my heart stopping. I didn't know what it was going to do, but I knew that it wasn't a good thing.

However, there was no getting out of it. Even if I tried to run away, I would not be able to escape in my condition, nor would I be able to reasonably hide from them forever. So I did as I was told and allowed then to strap me in, finally noticing the wires connected to the chair. Great, just what I needed on my first day back at school - to be electrocuted.

"You killed the leader of H.A.M.M.E.R., you have to receive a more severe punishment than you get when you fail a mission," my mother explained, pulling out a syringe. "Unfortunately, we're not supposed to actually kill you, so this should help with that."

She stabbed the syringe into the crook of my elbow, emptying the mystery liquid into my bloodstream. I hung onto her word 'should' and suddenly found myself regretting that I had not kissed Peter today. I knew that this was not something that they could have tested for my safety and it seemed more likely than not that they were going to do a lot more than just give me a little shock.

Both of my parents took a step back and then turned on the machine, my body immediately overwhelmed by the currents of electricity running through it. I could not contain the scream of pain that escaped my throat, but I no long cared if my parents would get angry because of my expression of weakness. They couldn't hurt me any more than what they were doing now.

Desperate to end the torment, I ripped my hands free from the binds, probably making my parents regret giving me super strength. I did the same with my legs, trying to ignore the waves of pain radiating through me. Once free, I collapsed on the ground, my body still convulsing from the electric currents. I tried to get up from the ground, but was lacking the strength to do so and everything went black.

(Harry's POV):
Spider-Man.

He was the only thing on my mind. Ever since I saw him dropping off my father's corpse at our home I knew that he had to be ended. I didn't know how I, a teenager with no extraordinary powers, was going to bring him down. But I knew that I needed to for my father's sake.

I sat down at my father's desk, thinking about the upcoming funeral and ceremony. It seemed cruel that Oscorp was holding a celebration for me to take over my father's position only a week after his body was buried in the ground, but I knew that it was done quickly because if a didn't give the position to me immediately then someone else would then try to steal it. That was one of the specific things that my father had stated: that I was to take over Oscorp after his demise.

A picture resting atop a cabinet on the side of the room caught my attention. I was rarely ever in my father's office while he was alive, it was always off-limits to me, so I was discovering a new side to him. The picture was one that my mother had taken of my father and I while she was still alive. I never thought of my father as being the sentimental type, so it brought up a wave of emotion when I saw this photo in his office.

With a small smile on my lips and tears prickling in my eyes, I picked up the picture. The minute that the frame left the cabinet, the wall began to move, revealing a secret alcove. The picture slipped from my fingers, the glass shattering as it made contact with the floor, but I was far too focused on the Green Goblin prototype suit sitting in the alcove to notice. Next to the suit, a number of large vials filled with an emerald liquid were stack neatly in a rack.

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(A/N): Uh-oh, Harry's found the Goblin serum! Also Happy New Year everyone, I hope that 2020 is a great year for all of you!