Peter, Norman, and Peter's assistant were sitting side by side each other after breakfast on Monday morning. They were having a meeting with the Board and Peter's assistant was taking notes regarding what was being said in the meeting.
Donald Menken was doing what Donald Menken did and he was giving an immense damage report. "Several million dollars of damage, we lost one of the generators and several pieces of equipment. Some of the more fragile specimens ended up dying around the time that the equipment blew up around them."
Menken gave a brief spy as the room full of board members looked at him with critical eyes. There were no eyes that were more critical or more frigid than those of one Norman Osborn.
"The most galling of damages was the spiders exposed to the OZ1 formula, none of them could be recovered," Menken said in a somber voice. "The electrician suffered third degree burns over most of his body and is in critical condition. He lapsed in a coma."
Menken consulted his notes and he had more bad news to be added.
"Oh and the security footage and logs were lost over the past twenty four hours," Menken said. That was news that no one was pleased by. "This has been changed for twelve hours now to prevent this from happening in the future."
Menken decided to dig another knife into their productivity.
"And anyone who didn't back up their files or work lost it in the blackout, and we lost a lot of work," Menken said.
Norman Osborn made a mental note to let go anyone who would be stupid enough not to back up their work was a liability more so than anything.
"The accident was judged to because of human error, there for the insurance company will cover most of the damage," Menken said blandly.
There was the usual amount of loud squabbling amongst the majority of the board, there always was. Nothing was said that made Norman want shove an icepick through their collective skulls, at least not yet. He was sure that in the coming days, they would be discussing what to do. The solace he had was they didn't have the spines to try and displace him from the country.
"We're done here," Norman said and Peter nodded, when he followed Norman from the office. Peter's assistant followed him, and Menken brought up the rear.
Menken was allowed to go to his office and that left the trio to make their way to Norman's office.
"Years of work, down the drain, and a bunch of useless idiots who didn't back up their work," Norman grumbled and he was seeing red. "Find out who didn't, and make a note of who did it."
The brunette nodded in a stoic manner, adjusting the glasses that she wore, holding onto her cane. With practiced ease, she balanced the notes that she made.
"And summarize it next time," Norman said, looking over her notes with a critical eye. "I was there. I don't have a memory of a goldfish, and neither does Peter."
Peter was about ready to say something, but he never had a chance to. Rather they were greeted by a very impressive trio of men inside his office. One of which that Norman seemed pleased to see, the other two, less so.
Norman Osborn in a good mood might have been marginally scarier than Norman Osborn in a bad mood. His gaze rested on the young man who was right in front of him, a wide and wicked grin on his face.
"Harry, it's good to see that you can make it today," Norman said and his eyes traveled towards Otto and Connors when the two of them waited to be acknowledged. "I trust the two of you haven't lost any work in the recent blackout."
"No, it is all backed up," Otto said.
"It was an extremely near miss, but I managed to back up all of my work just the previous day," Connors told him and Norman's eyes flashed onto him.
He would expect nothing less out of two men of their stature. Norman Osborn expected them not to make a stupid mistake that even a high school student would have been able to think was a bad idea.
"So I trust the two of you have been keeping busy," Norman said, hoping to get this conversation out of the way before he got into the real main part of the meeting.
"Yes, I'm continuing work on the nanobot," Otto said to his boss.
If everything went as intended, it should be able to function as a targeted method to ensure that medicine and shots were intended to affect the areas they're meant to.
"And I'm continuing my work on the genetics," Connors said.
"I expect a more detailed progress report on my desk by the end of the week," Norman said. Just because of the recent tragedy, there was no excuse. "So we discussed the OZ formula briefly the other day, OZ3 as it has been dubbed."
"Well it's just like I told you over the phone," Harry said. Norman waited for a summary to make sure that they were on the same page. "The formula itself should work, but the problem is that much like the first generation of the formula, there is no clear and concise way to stabilize it."
Norman's deep frown crossed over his face. "I see. No way to stabilize it? Are you certain of that fact?"
"I'm absolutely positive of that fact," Harry confirmed. "But the second generation was stable at one point, was it not?"
"So, we are led to believe," Norman confirmed briskly.
"It was Richard Parker who was believed to have determined how to stabilize it," Connors commented to him. "But as you know, a lot of his secrets went beyond the grave to him."
There was a second where Peter narrowed his eyes.
"Otto told me," Harry said and the scientist nodded in agreement with him. "Lost forever, much like a lot of brilliant work."
"But a prodigy such as yourself would be able to finish the missing key, and I hope that you will be able to continue work on it despite the brief hiccup we've had," Norman said. The loss of the OZ enhanced spiders was a set back as they could hold the key. There wasn't even enough to salvage for an autopsy when they got into the lab.
"I've got to make my rounds around the building," Norman said. "Keep me posted on any progress."
He bid his goodbye and Norman left the office with the two other men, briefly walking to them before they went their separate ways. Peter looked at his assistant.
"Take the rest of the afternoon off, I'll call you if I need you," Peter told her and she looked at him. "Yes, I'm sure."
She nodded and walked out of the office.
"She's rather withdrawn around most people most of the time, something happened to her in Boarding School," Peter said. "At least that's the most that I've been able to get out of her. She was found beaten in the bathroom of her school and barely alive. She spent a year in a coma, and she had to relearn how to walk and talk. She still has to walk with a cane and she'll have those scars forever. Plus the nerve damage."
Harry allowed this to sink in.
"She has her uses," Peter commented, and Harry raised an eyebrow. "Not like that, even though it seems like every time that someone has a female personal assistant, there's going to be those rumors."
"Not saying anything, your business is your business," Harry said.
"Fair enough and same to you," Peter said, he didn't want to even discuss about half of the rumors regarding Harry. "So how about lunch?"
Harry didn't have any reason to disagree.
Gwen and Mary Jane decided to take advantage of the lunch break they had by getting some shopping done before they went off to eat. Both of them looked rather stylish. Mary Jane's clothes looked more on the goth style, at least a bit darker than normal. It wasn't full on Goth though.
There was another detail that Gwen noticed, a camera hung from Mary Jane's neck.
"So, what's the deal with the camera?" Gwen asked and then it hit her, answering her own question. "Oh you finally got it, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I'm working as an intern at the Daily Bugle under Betty Brant for the summer," Mary Jane said. She could barely contain her excitement.
"That's great, MJ!" Gwen said and she pulled her friend into half of a hug. The redhead relaxed underneath her grip for a moment. "I mean, it's been like a dream for this entire time, and now it's coming true."
"I can't wait for it to happen," Mary Jane said. She resolved not to rub her hands together. Otherwise she would resemble a supervillain. "So, you and Harry…"
"Well I think that it's obvious that we're dating," Gwen commented with a smile on her face.
Mary Jane raised an eyebrow. She knew for a fact that it was something more of dating. "So, the two of you are really dating."
"Again, as much could be obvious," Gwen said with a knowing smile.
Mary Jane wondered if she noticed, she couldn't know how Gwen would notice. She was the model of discretion, at least she thought that she was. She averted the line of questioning in another matter. "What exactly is up with him and Felicia?"
"They've called it a break because she's going to be over in Europe for at least the next six months," Gwen told her and she leaned in towards Mary Jane. "And besides, it was always an open relationship. Both of them agreed to see other girls, and most of the times it was the same girl."
That was an interesting bit of news that caused Mary Jane to blink in shock.
Gwen's arm grabbed around Mary Jane's firmly and the two of them went into a sports ware store. Gwen picked up a set of under armor style clothing that was red and blue. Mary Jane raised her eyebrow.
"Oh, that, I'm free running with Harry later today," Gwen said and Mary Jane raised her eyebrow. "Harry's been doing it for a long time, and I want to give it a try since it's something that the two of us together."
"It does seem like you're married half of the time," Mary Jane muttered underneath her breath, but Gwen heard it.
Gwen finished wrapping up her purchase and they were about ready to call it a day. Before they could do anything, a loud alarm rang. The alarm came next door to the jewelry store.
"COME ON HERMAN!"
Two criminals made their way out of the store. One of them was wearing a long coat, with short dark hair. The other criminal looked extremely unkempt, and unshaven.
Gwen made a snap decision and discreetly tripped up one of the criminals, the one who was wearing the longcoat. He flew head over heels and landed headfirst, crashing into a set of pins.
The unkempt criminal took a shot at them. A buzzing danger sense caused her to dodge the bullet. Gwen acted quickly, pulling Mary Jane out of the way.
The criminal in the long coat was down on the ground and the sound of police sirens could be heard. The other more unkempt criminal made a clean get away, but not before Mary Jane snapped a picture of the other criminal.
"Good thing that we didn't get shot," Gwen said.
Mary Jane frowned; Gwen wasn't discrete as she thought she was tripping up the criminal. "Yeah, that's good."
The police arrived, their guns on the criminal that didn't get away.
"Again, Herman?" one of the cops asked him, pointing his weapon at the man, who cursed underneath his breath in a matter that would make Yosemite Sam proud.
The other criminal got away, but neither Gwen nor Mary Jane thought much of it.
Peter had to say that it had been a while since he and Harry had a pretty good chance to talk. They were fairly close when they were younger, but Peter got sent away to a boarding school overseas.
"So you picked her up at Oxford," Harry replied.
"You make her sound like she's something that I found on a street corner," Peter said. Harry arched his eyebrow in response.
"You know what I meant," Harry told her and Peter shrugged his shoulders.
"Well I took her underneath my wing, it's remarkable that she actually made it that far, she had to re-learn how to do everything that attack at her boarding school," Peter continued. "That's about as far as I got with her. She's the type of person who doesn't like talking about her past."
"Fair enough," Harry said, he didn't really want to pry. He noticed that Peter had picked up a bit of a posh accent. It wasn't British, but it was of the high class end or at least what is the most stereotypically a high class accent.
"But speaking of which, what's been going on in your life?" Peter asked and he leaned back from where he was. "I mean, I've gotten bits and pieces of what happened, but I don't really know anything."
Harry decided to give Peter the cliff notes version. He had done so many things so far that to name them all would be insane and some of those adventures were best kept private.
"Oh, where to begin," Harry said and Peter opened his mouth to make the obvious quip. "I graduated a couple of years early from high school, was the class valedictorian, and went to ESU. And I'm in the process of finishing up my Doctorate."
"Oh that's why you're interning at Oscorp," Peter said.
"And I've spent a couple of summers up at Xavier Institute, up around the area of Westchester," Harry said.
Peter nodded, he had heard of the place. It was a very exclusive invitation only school where only the best and brightest go.
The two of them talked for a few more seconds with each over, just catching up on previous events. Peter decided that he would get discretely around to the reason why he invited Harry around in the first place.
"So I need to ask you a question, and I know that you'll be honest with me," Peter said abruptly out of the blue. "Is there anything of my Father's around? You know, something my Mother might have missed when she picked me up…."
There was a second where he paused and it was almost as if he was going to say something else. He held his tongue back quite nicely from spitting out what he was thinking.
"You know, I'm not really sure," Harry said and he could see Peter's hopes completely deflate right before his very eyes. He frowned and added as an afterthought. "I might have seen a box with Richard's name on it when we were moving the stuff from the basement into your old room."
"You did?" Peter asked, and his hopes rose.
"That was a long time ago though," Harry said, with Peter blinking at that. "It might have gotten thrown out by now."
Peter resigned himself to that fact and he hoped that he would able to find himself more. Mostly because it was his legacy that got lost and it would gain him some level of respect that he sorely sought.
The problem was that he had to do this extremely discreetly. If Harry had figured out what he was doing, then there might be a few more questions than he asked.
"Fair enough," Peter said, deciding to drop the subject, at least for now.
They brought themselves back to some light hearted conversations, the subject of Richard Parker and his lost research never coming up again. Harry put it out of his mind for now, chalking it up to the curiosity of a young man who wished to know more about his biological father. He wasn't completely sure if the box got thrown out or not himself.
He might want to look it up to satisfy his own curiosity and hopefully gain some inspiration for the work he was doing.
Harry and Gwen met up after work. She dressed in a blue hoodie with a red hood on it. She wore a pair of tight blue pants with a red streak down the middle. Harry wore a black and white hoodie and a pair of tight black pants to add.
"So, that's what happened?" Harry asked, when he stretched. Gwen finished discovering her misadventure with the two thieves earlier this day.
"That's exactly what happened," Gwen confirmed, frowning deeply. Her eyes followed Harry and watched him stretch. She could watch him stretch all day. "And when the bullet fired at me, I could see it coming in my mind's eye before he finished pulling the trigger. And I could see it flying at me, and where it would land, so I could put myself and Mary Jane out of harm's way."
Harry looked thoughtful as he finished his stretches. He allowed her to start on her stretches. It was remarkable how flexible she was, when she bent completely back to touch her calves.
"You developed some kind of danger sense," Harry suggested, and he held her waist steady so she didn't fall over.
When he was sure that she didn't, she kept stretching herself. The blonde bit down on her lip.
"I never used to bend this well," Gwen said to him and Harry smiled.
"Well I think that we firmly tested how flexible you are the other evening," Harry told her with a knowing smile on his face. Gwen blinked in amusement and started to laugh at the thought of it.
"I think that's something that we've established, that I'm flexible," Gwen whispered and she stepped towards Harry, closing the gap in between the two of them. "Extremely flexible."
"Oh yes, you're very flexible," Harry agreed to her, and he smiled when she leaned against the wall, spreading her legs.
She realized what she was subconsciously doing and she stopped, landing on the ground.
"Okay, I want to follow me through the course, best you can," Harry told her with a smile on his face. "If I'm right, then you could handle it with no problems. Better than I did when I started this workout."
Gwen didn't want to say anything and she gave him a deep smile in response. She wanted to prove him completely right. A cocky grin spread over her face.
"Ready?" Harry asked and she nodded.
This wasn't the first time the two of this did this but it had been a while. Harry took the lead to start, with Gwen following him. It was obvious since that he knew the course like the back of his hand, he would get the early advantage.
Gwen could see him ahead of her and she picked up the pace, making the sharp turn. She made her way closer and closer to Harry. Her enhanced reflexes and agility pushed her further head despite the fact that he knew the course better than her.
She pulled forward until the two of them were neck and neck together. The two of the matched each other's movements when they continued to move on down the course.
Gwen felt her adrenaline pump forward. This was a great feeling but something else other than her adrenaline kicked up. Her hormones fired up a few notches when she continued her path down the course. Her heart beat steadily and heavily the closer that they got to the edge.
They remained neck and neck until they reached the end of the course.
"And stop!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, that's a good warm up," Gwen said, throwing her arms around him and she kissed him passionately. Her next move resulted in her pushing him backwards.
Harry held her in close to him and the blonde's tongue worked down into his mouth. His hands brushed against the small of her back and pulled her into him. Hormones and adrenaline were getting the better of them.
Gwen grinded against him when she kissed him and it was obvious exactly what she wanted.
Harry wasn't about to deny her something like that. His tongue slammed into her mouth, showing domination against the beautiful blonde teenager.
Harry undid Gwen's hoodie and pulled it up over the top of her. His hands roamed over her body and started to kiss the side of her neck. The blonde's eyes closed when she felt the rush going through her.
His next movement was his hands going underneath her shirt. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them, causing her to moan.
"Take me, I'm wet," Gwen begged him. She wanted satisfaction and she wanted it now.
Harry kissed away at the side of her neck, causing her pleasure to heat up. His kisses increased all over the side of her neck. He moved down and made sure that they wouldn't be deserved.
His hot mouth was on the other side of her workout pants. The only barrier that they had was these pants and he pulled them down.
Gwen felt his finger run circles around the edge of her pussy. She shivered when he placed with her dripping slit. His finger pushed between her hot legs and her thighs spread to feel him inside her.
His finger felt good, his tongue was about ten times better. And his cock would be a hundred times better than that.
Harry's mouth pressed over her pussy and his tongue brushed deep into her dripping slit. He brought her honey deep into his mouth, sucking on her.
"Such a good tasting bitch, and so ready to be fucked," Harry whispered to her, licking her pussy.
Gwen closed her legs around him. His mouth explored her sopping wet pussy and continued to drag his tongue around on the inside of her. She had no idea that something could feel this good, but she experienced this, she felt this, she enjoyed this. It was just everything that she ever wanted. It felt like a dream come true, an erotic dream that caused her blood to boil and her hips to close in on his mouth.
His tongue brushed around the area of her dripping slit and he sucked her juices out of her. Gwen's hips pushed up and she released a clear stream of cum into his waiting mouth. Her hands wrapped around the top of his head.
He rose up to his feet and kissed her, her juices still stained his lips. Gwen returned the kiss, and she ground up against him. Her hand grasped his cock, feeling how hard it was before he pushed it into her.
Gwen's legs spread far and wide, and she guided him inside her tight pussy.
Harry groaned; he felt her hand clutch him like a wet and wild glove. She pumped him with her pussy. His hands rested on her hips when he speared into her over and over again, kicking things up a notch or two.
"Harry," Gwen moaned, and he slid back onto the bench.
Her legs spread when she was on top of him. Her hot hips wiggled so they allowed him to go into her body.
"Spread yourself wide," Harry ordered her and she did herself as wide as she can.
"Oh like this?" Gwen asked with a sultry grin on her face, and mischief dancing from her eyes.
She felt his cock buried deep inside her. His throbbing manhood touched her womb and she bounced herself down upon him. The sultry moan escaping her mouth caused her pleasure to increase the deeper that he brought her inside him.
"Fuck, that's good, that's so good," Gwen moaned at the top of her lungs and Harry reached around, clutching her breasts.
"Good, are you sure?" Harry whispered to her and Gwen nodded in response.
"YES!" Gwen shrieked when she felt him continue his path deep into her body. She kept grinding her hot box around his tool and pushed her hips around him.
Harry's hands ran down her legs and she arched herself back. He speared deep into her gushing cunt and she moaned even louder.
"Fuck, oh fuck!" Gwen moaned when she grinded herself down onto him. His cock continued the steady path into her.
Her hormones escalated to another level. The pleasure coursing between her thighs brought the blonde into pleasure.
One of Harry's hands cupped her right tit and the other squeezed her ass. This duel assault caused Gwen to lose her mind.
The second she experienced her next orgasm, Harry pulled her up and pressed her against the wall.
"I can stick to the wall," Gwen whispered, feeling her hands press against the wall. "I wonder if my hands are the only thing that can stick to surfaces."
"Let's find out," Harry whispered, spreading her pussy.
Her sticky pussy held him into place and she squeezed him. She wrapped around him tightly, trapping his cock inside of her body. Harry groaned.
"Feels good," Harry whispered and he nibbled on her ear hard. The blonde's thighs got even stickier.
Gwen felt that she hungered for his cock between her lips in the worst way. He held her up by the legs and hammered her tight pussy. The dripping gushing cunt he worked into was being made wetter.
"I'm really wet for you, Harry," Gwen whispered, biting down on her lip. His hands brushed against her body.
"I know you are," Harry told her and his hands squeezed her breasts.
The heat rose from their body, increasing the pleasure between each other's loins. Harry's fingers brushed between her back and stopped between her tender young ass cheeks.
"Harry!" Gwen yelled, a mixture of surprise and pleasure going through her voice.
"Just wait, I can take that too," Harry whispered, running his hands over her body.
"I can hardly wait," Gwen whispered to him.
His hands sped up their movements and brushed over her body. Her nipples stiffened when he played with them and tweaked them.
Her pussy squeezed even tighter around him. Harry's penis continued his journey into her center.
"Shoot it in me, Harry, make me yours," Gwen breathed and Harry licked the back of her neck. His hands pulled her away from the wall slightly. She stuck into it and found his way onto her breasts.
"In due time," Harry whispered to her.
Gwen felt another thrust into her and the wet pussy clutched him so hard. His fingers rubbed her nipples, sticking to them.
"They're as hard as my cock is inside you," Harry whispered.
Gwen would have to agree, even though that could be hard. It could be so very hard.
Harry continued to pound the beautiful blonde. He could feel how wet and hot she got around him.
Gwen summoned her strength between her legs, she felt a burst of adrenaline. She was just getting warmed up.
That didn't mean that she didn't want his cum. Oh she really wanted it, in the worst way possible. His hands touched her breasts and kept pounding away at her.
"We're getting close, aren't we?" Harry said, controlling the release of their orgasms so they could come alone.
Gwen could feel the pleasure build up with her. With Harry doing what he did to her, she should have been able to come hard.
Another deep thrust worked her over. Harry's hands ran down her sweaty body and touched every inch of her body.
Gwen panted and she felt her orgasm released, first in a trickle. The trickle was followed by an explosion and her body completely shook up when Harry kept pounding into her.
His balls tightened and he launched his seed into her hot and willing body. Each thrust buried a heavy amount of seed into her.
Gwen collapsed on the ground, their combined juices running out of her pussy. Slowly she turned around with a smirk on her lips.
She sank herself down onto his still erect tool again and continued to fuck him, which lasted for a while until they both got it out of their systems.
A random parking garage in a remote part of the city was the perfect meeting place between shady individuals. Which was what exactly was happening, and there were three individuals.
One of the individuals was someone who stood out in a crowd. He was a large man and towered over a skinny individual that stood next to him. Their faces were completely obscured in shadows. The third party was a big enough man who looked like a Secret Service Agent.
"So what's the deal here?" the man said to the men in the shadows.
"This guy right here," the big man in the shadows said in a rough voice, pointing to the companion beside him. "He knows how to get things done. He knows how to get in touch with someone who can do some breaking and entering for the right price. He can have them require something of interest if the person is willing to pay for said service."
The man who resembled the secret service agent smiled in the shadows.
"The question is are you willing to pay for said services or are you just a bunch of hot air?" the large man asked. He was skeptical that this entire mess would go down as planned.
"Oh, I can assure you that I'm the real deal," the third man commented, picking up a heavy briefcase like it was nothing. "And I'm sure that you'll find out that this is the real deal."
The man slid the briefcase down at their feet.
"I'll be in touch for the other half when the job is done and done well," the man in the suit whispered, staring at them.
The man took his leave and walked out of the garage, as quickly as they felt. There was a sound of a car pulling out into the distance.
"So, he's the real deal, isn't he?" the large guy asked.
"Yes," the skinny man commented underneath his breath. "He's gone now."
A large man with brown hair and a rough demeanor stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a blue and yellow tracksuit. He was as thick as a rhino and the epitome of a Russian gangster.
His skinny companion stepped from the shadows moments later and he appeared to be the one and only J. Jonah Jameson.