Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Fifty-nine: When It Comes To You, It Suddenly All Makes Sense

Harry could hear whistling coming from the master bedroom that morning as he exited his room and couldn't help but note the peculiar happy tune.  "Hey Dad, you awake?" he asked, courteously, walking into his father's room with a knock.  Nothing could have prepared him for the sight in front of him... Harry was shocked to see Norman standing proudly in front of a mirror, admiring his physique for the first time in a very long time.  His skin was full of color, no discoloration.  His hair had life to it, the bags underneath his eyes were gone, and he was almost back to his prime, and then some.  "Wh-what?"

Harry was speechless, the last time he had seen his father shirtless he was on the verge of looking like a walking corpse.  Even now, Norman was standing proudly with a look of pure joy spread across his face that was hard to ignore.  "Harry, my boy!  How are you?"

"H-how am I?  HOW ARE YOU?!"

"I feel like a million dollars," Norman beamed proudly walking towards his son, slipping a shirt on.

"How is this possible?"

"Oh, this?" he asked coyly.  "I had an experimental procedure done last month.  The results have turned out spectacularly, don't you think?  I feel like I'm twenty again."

You look twenty again.

"Experimental?  What do you mean?"

"I mean exactly that.  It was an experimental procedure used to deal with my condition, Harry.  Come on, I know you're a smart kid," Norman crossed his arms as Harry scratched the back of his head with confusion.

"No, I mean... why wouldn't you tell me or anyone else that you'd be having an experimental procedure done?  If something went wrong you could have died!"

"But it didn't.  So how about you look at the positive just like I am... please?"

Norman finished buttoning his shirt up and looked back at the mirror, unable to believe the fact that just one little vial of blood was able to give him so much more time.

Truth be told, the blood from Stiles did so much more than just give me time... it gave me my life back.  The horrible things I've done... to Claudia, Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Mr. Shaw, Stiles Stilinski himself, even the irreparable damage I caused to Jackson and Lydia's relationship, I feel guilt over it now.  The doctor told me that my brain chemistry could be affected, but for me to commit such atrocious crimes to humanity... I can't even believe it myself.  The treatment used with Stiles' blood seems to have brought my body and mind back to a better time.  I merely wish I didn't remember what I've done.

The pain I've caused everyone, I need to make amends for it.  That's, that's not who I am.

Norman put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and merely smiled.  The first step to was to start with the one person he wronged the most.

Lydia's Apartment

Lydia opened her eyes to find Stiles passed out next to her, and couldn't help but notice how he was holding her hand.  What time did he come back here, she wondered.  Sitting up, she could feel her hair was extremely disheveled and probably looked terrible, but she didn't care, prompting to just put it into a messy bun as she got off the couch, pulling free of Stiles' hold (albeit she didn't really want to) and proceeded to turn on the television which, surprise, surprise, was talking about the latest Spider-Man sighting and how he had saved five children from a burning building last night.

She smiled, happy to know that at least somebody was trying to help now.  Sure, you had Iron Man, and all those other big heroes at work, but most of the time you only saw them in big emergencies.  Spider-Man, he helped no matter how small or big the situation was.  If Lydia recalled properly, Spider-Man had even helped an old lady across the street two days ago.