Baby? - Parksborn

- TWO -

Harry raced through the streets. He ran and ran until he finally reached his destination. Looking at his phone and then back to the corner. Peter (or his phone) was just around the corner.

Taking in a deep breath, Harry quickly turns the corner, finding his boyfriend lying there on the ground. His costume torn to shreds, and his mask barely cover his face. Running over to Peter, he gently lifts his head and places two fingers on his neck, feeling for any signs of life.

The young Osborn boy lets out a sigh of relief when he finds a strong and steady pulse. Harry pulls the rest of the mask over Peter's face and then places his jacket over his private parts before he picks him up bridal style. As Harry picks him up, Peter lets out a whimper of pain, causing his lover to cringe.

Harry activates his hoverboard and carries a broken Peter to Oscorp tower. Opening the window, he flies inside and quickly heads into the back part of his lab. He gently lays Peter down on his couch and runs to get all the medical supplies he can find in the building. Coming back, he trips over a cord, and the medical supplies goes flying everywhere. Picking himself up of the ground, he grabs a few of fallen medical supplies and get to work, patching up Peter as best as he could. Leaving his mask on the ground near the couch.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he searches for Aunt May's number and then presses the call button when he finds it. It rings a few times before she answers, "Hello?"

"Hey, May, it's Harry."

"Is everything alright? You sound worried."

"Everything's fine. I was just wondering if Peter could stay the night. He's kinda passed out on my couch." He hated lying to May, but he knew why Peter was doing. It was for the same reason Peter lied to him about it.

Safety.

"That's fine, Harry. Make sure both of you get some good rest. Keep him for as long as you like. I know he'll be getting some sleep there. Take care, Harry. Bye."

"Bye, May."

The phone clicks off, and he decides to make one more phone call. He clicks on the contact and then the call button, anxiously waiting for the person to pick, "Hey Harry, what's up?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"I need you to swing by Peter's. He keeps the window unlocked so you can climb in that way. Can you grab him some spare clothes? I'll explain everything when you get here."

"Very odd request, but yeah, I'll swing by. It's on my way anyway. Where is here exactly?"

"I'm in my lab."

"Okay, I'll see you in a few."

"Thanks, Miles. Bye." Harry hangs up the phone and heads back into his backroom. He threw the destroyed suit in the trash and did his best to cover Peter up with a blanket. It didn't help that it kept falling off.

Harry lets out a small sigh as he sits down in front of the couch. Worry and sadness washed over his face. He was scared Peter wasn't going to wake up. "Pete...what happened to you?"

A knock on his window pulls the young Osborn boy to his feet. He turns around to see Miles, in full costume, stuck to his window. He walks over to the window and opens it, allowing the spider child inside. "I didn't know what all you wanted me to grab, so I grabbed two of everything."

Miles hands the bag over to Harry and follows him to his backroom, gasping when he sees Peter passed out and naked on the couch. Harry kneels in front of Peter and starts to dig through the bag, "Harry, what happened?"