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Harry nestled his exhausted head into his weakening arms, huffing and panting against the cold glass of his desk as he tried not to act out on his hangover. In his pale and twitching left hand, he held the device that his father had left him. Greatest inheritance? A piece of software he had no idea what to do with?
He caught his reflection on the table, scrunching his nose when he saw a glimpse of the scraping patch on his neck. He tapped his fingers as it twitches tremendously, a thing he'd tried to control but can't. He placed the device on the table as it lit up and showcased branches of his father's inventions.
He remembered what he saw weeks ago, about a man named Maxwell Dillon who was mysteriously wiped out of all the Oscorp files to save stocks. He fled his fingers to the file named Electro and widened his eyes, appalled at what he saw.
From where he was watching, there a was a camera pointed directly at the blacked out, glowing blue tall man that was confined in Ravencroft Institute. Why the hell were cameras there showing here? He thought.
Then Harry remembered what Felicia said about the Special Projects room inside the building where the venoms were stored and kept away from him. He dragged his fingers into the branch and widened it, hearing the software say, "Next generation military body armour. Features include; enhanced mobility, battlefield injury repair, direct nervous system interface."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before disregarding that file and opening another one. One that showed a video of his father and another scientist.
"You're looking at the world's first Human-Spider hybrids. And the hope is to extract the venom from their glands and turn that into a cure. An agent that heals diseased cells. And if I can be cured, imagine what this could do for other diseases like Alzheimer's, even cancer."
Harry was stunned at what he'd just heard. This was his father's greatest inheritance. He'd found a possible cure for the Osborn Curse. He wandered around the thought of why his father had never publicized this or done human experiments on it to prove. This could help him and everyone else. If Harry can prove this right, he'd be his father's greatest pride.
"Spider-Man.." he uttered slowly. He reached into his pockets and called Peter quickly before anything could happen.
He picked up after just a few rings "Hey, Harry. What's up?"
"I know it's early, Peter, but you need to come here." Harry faintly said, voice hoarse.
Peter ended the call once he'd agreed as Harry picked the small device off and fisted it inside his hands safely.
Everything was so unclear about his father and 'till now, he wasn't getting much of any answers. His father threw him out for Juliet but spent all his life finding a cure for Harry. Why couldn't he have been a little clearer about that?
A knock on the door erased all his thoughts. Felicia entered in her usual uniform of pencil skirts, tight white too and a fitted blazer, her face drapes with a big smile. "Mr. Osborn. Daily Bugle and the New York Times has taken down all the papers concerning your accusations. They've also issued an apology."
Harry tilted his head to the side a little. "I didn't ask them to do that."
Felicia beamed even brighter. "I know. I did. I thought it was only appropriate."
Harry's eyebrows drew up and flashed her a charming smile. "Well, thank you, Felicia. And by the way, Peter Parker is coming. Please direct him to my office."
Felicia nodded discreetly. "Of course, Mr. Osborn." Although she hadn't gotten the privilege of being able to call him Harry, she was doing everything she can to get a raise. Unfortunately, her tasks weren't that hard. She turned her imposter designer heels and walked out.
It only took a few minutes of Harry anxiously tapping his foot on the floor, the sound both satisfying him and driving him out of his mind, before Peter was escorted inside by Felicia. Peter was in his casual army green grunge jacket and jeans as he went over to Harry, who stood up in thrill of seeing his best mate.
"Hey, Hare. What's up? You sounded pretty serious in the phone." Peter brought up worriedly.
Harry licked his lips and looked down, thinking of a way to tell his best friend that he was dying. "I'm dying, Peter. And I think my father found a cure."
"Dying? What are you talking about?"
"Retroviral Hypodysplasia. The Osborn Curse. No cure has been found but I think father might've." Harry said.
He showed Harry the video that his father had recorded with all the information that Harry wanted him to know. But Peter had no idea where Harry was going with this, he felt compelled to make Harry drop all these researches in fear of his identity being found. Because what Norman was explaining was exactly what happened to Peter.
After the video had ended, Harry turned it off, glancing at Peter to scan his reaction. "They never made it to human trials. It's fourteen years of research and nothing to show for it. Except maybe this."
He threw a newspaper from the Daily Bugle that had Spider-Man's picture in it that Peter had taken on the front page.
"What does this have to do with him?" Peter asked.
"He was bitten by one of those spiders and it worked! I don't know how, and I don't know why, but he can do everything else a spider can, including self heal. I need to find him. I need his blood." Harry tried to convince him but Peter seemed to be on edge about this.
Peter shook his head repeatedly. " I don't think you can just set up a vain and have him donate. I mean, sure he's sensitive about-"
"Sensitive?" Harry questioned.
"About needles and stuff.." Peter reasoned.
Harry grimaced. "Well, maybe you can just sensitively tell me where he is and I will go ask him myself."
"What?" Peter asked.
"You took this picture so you know him. I put together what you said at the river. About how gives people hope, come on. Just say yes. Don't turn your back on me! I do not want to end up like my father, Peter. Please. Peter, please. I can't. Please." Harry pleaded desperately, tears crawling down his blood-shot eyes.
Peter couldn't help it, Harry was desperately in need of his help. But he needed to protect his identity or else everything would go down. He had to let him down another way. "Alright, Harry. I'll look for Spider-Man."
A sigh of relief came from Harry as he laughed and hugged Peter. Peter was already beginning to regret this.
