Harry sat in solitude in the park. He was eating lunch and reading the paper. The major news story was about billionaire Tony Stark being found alive in Afghanistan. So that was an interesting piece of news to learn.
He was alone right now for the simple fact that Gwen got hit with an extra work load. Most of the interns called in sick. So she was able to be there and do her work double time. She could handle it but she was extremely busy never the less.
Harry sat there, eating his meal calmly. He was skimming through the paper and looked at the news through the day. He flipped through the paper and smiled. The most important news of the day was what was going on with Tony Stark. There was nothing else there of particular note.
Suddenly, Harry was caught with a mental prod. That was something that caused him to sit up and feel it ease into his mind. He recognized the mental signature and it was one that he was intimately familiar with. He allowed the mind to connect with his.
The setting around Harry shifted from a beautiful and lush park to a sleek living room. There was a fire place with a roaring fire shooting out. There was a bearskin rug that was on the ground. The entire living room have an intimate feel to it.
His eyes shifted over to an extremely attractive blonde who was sitting on the couch. She wore a nice female business suit that fit her frame perfectly. The blonde looked at him with a smirk crossing her face. It was obvious who she is.
"Welcome, Harry," Emma Frost said and she waved him over to sit down on the couch. There was a clear look of invitation dancing through her eyes.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't about ready to turn down the invitation.
"So, what's up, Emma?" Harry asked her.
"Oh, you know how things are going," Emma said as she crossed her legs together. "I'm in a rather tedious meeting and I'm just sitting there, waiting for them to go through the motions. It doesn't really require my attention, but at the same time, it really requires my attention. It's completely droll, you know."
Harry was in his share of tedious business meetings so he understood.
He snapped his fingers in response and he heard something in the news. "Oh, I heard about your father dying, and…..I'm really sorry to hear about that."
Emma only raised an eyebrow. She looked rather disinterested. "Really, Harry?"
Harry smiled and waved her on. It was obvious that Emma had the dirt on her father and decided to inform him.
"My father slept around with the wrong person, he was found sleeping with his bodyguard's wife," Emma said when she placed her hand on Harry's thighs. "And his bodyguard decided to put a bullet through his head. There was no chance of anyone surviving that. And his bodyguard hung himself before the police could find him."
Perhaps Harry was putting two and two together and getting nine. He knew Emma's relationship with her father and knew that there was something more than met the eye with this entire situation.
The sultry young blonde shifted herself and practically straddled Harry's lap. Her hands placed on Harry's shoulders and she looked into his eyes. Her icy blue eyes met his emerald green eyes.
"My offer for you still stands," Emma commented, when she kept onto his lap, and she absent mindedly played with a lock of his hair. "I want you to head up the scientific research division of Frost International."
Emma paused and she could see that she was still in need to lure Harry into the right position.
"And I'm willing to remove the company's base from Boston to New York," Emma said with a sultry smile on her face. "If you're willing to accept my proposal. Anything for you Harry, anything that you want. I just need you to do this, for me."
Emma almost slid down onto her knees and she pushed herself up. Her hands rested on Harry's shoulders when she looked at him. It was almost like she framed this like it was a marriage proposal, or at least the closest Emma was going to have to a marriage proposal.
"You know the reasons why, I'm locked into a contract with OsCorp," Harry told her and Emma looked at him with a smile. "I'm not opposed to the idea, but I like to finish my commitments. Unless you're willing to buy out the contract. If you're willing to do that, then we'll talk."
Emma looked at him thoughtfully. She was really tempted to do that.
"Once you're done, I'll jump on it," Emma whispered, running her finger down his cheek and she leaned in towards him.
Her lips met his in an extremely passionate kiss with each other. Harry wrapped his arm around her.
Slowly and sensually, Emma slunk sensually down to the ground. The sultry blonde got down to her knees and unbuttoned his plants.
She was about ready to redefine what it meant to blow someone's mind.
Emma slowly and seductively trailed her hands down Harry's abs and she unbuttoned his pants. She made a show of it, slowly working him out.
His throbbing manhood pulsed out at her and Emma smiled when she looked at it. Her fist tightened around his tool and she pumped him up and down at a rapid fire rate.
"Oh nice and beautiful as always," Emma whispered when she kept working her lithe hand around his throbbing manhood.
She wanted him to pulse in her hand. She couldn't have enough of it. The blonde wrapped her lips around his throbbing manhood and tilted her head back so she could suck on it.
Harry groaned and she looked at her eyes looking up at him. Her fingers touched his balls and kept stroking him. The young man held onto the back of her head and pumped into her mouth.
"God, that feels really good," Harry muttered underneath his breath and Emma smiled. "I'm going to fuck your hot little mouth and you're going to like it."
'Yes, I'm going to blow your mind and a few other things,' Emma thought and Harry's hands gripped the back of her head.
He pumped himself deep into her mouth. Emma felt her throat close down onto his manhood when she kept working him over.
Harry stroked her blonde locks and stayed a steady course, working him over. Her mouth was wide open and she appreciated his throbbing stick of meat going deep into her mouth. She slurped him down.
"Almost close," Harry whispered to her. In response he battered her mouth with a series of thrusts into it.
She sucked down his manhood and took him deep into her throat. A roaring rush of cum shot down her throat and she gulped his fluids down into her throat.
Emma could feel his seed go down her throat. She shook her head, and she got up to her feet. Slowly, she got up and slid off the blouse of her outfit. She unbuttoned the top, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Harry grabbed her full, firm breasts with pink nipples that taunted him. Her tight pants peeled off and she wore nothing but a white thong.
"Oh, so good, you're hard for me again," Emma cooed, and she stroked her finger down his throbbing manhood.
Emma pulled herself up and she spread her legs, showing a great amount of flexibility. The only limits were her own imagination and for someone like Emma, it could be amazing. She pushed herself up and then sank her hot walls down onto his throbbing manhood.
"God damn," Harry said, and he held her lower back. "Ride me."
"Yes, Mr. Parker," Emma said, wrapping her arms around his neck and she wiggled her soft thighs down onto him.
She rotated her hot walls down onto his throbbing manhood. The blonde bounced up and down upon him. She kept riding him, getting more and more momentum when she bounced onto him.
Her breasts were grabbed and Harry decided to squeeze them.
"You're going to succumb to my touch, I control this meeting of the minds," Harry thought.
"You bastard, you're about to make me lose control in the middle of the meeting," Emma whispered, and she grinded her hips down onto him.
Harry was always the perfect person to ensure that her mind was one hundred percent on task. Otherwise she would have lost her mind a long time ago. The blonde goddess kept pumping herself down on him. She rode him for everything that he was worth and he was worth a whole lot.
"Fuck, harder, oh that's good!" Emma moaned at the top of her lungs as she reared her head back.
Harry had shield spells around him at the mark, so no one noticed the trance that he was in. They would have walked by and assumed the unassuming sight of a young man who was reading the morning newspaper.
Emma's hot wet pussy clamped down on his rod and slowly massaged him. She grew sex crazed when she bounced up and down onto him. She grinded herself down onto his stiff and throbbing tool, keeping his great stride.
His fingers brushed over her hot nipples, and twisted them. Emma's walls clamped around him and she rested down onto his balls.
"Give me your gift Harry," Emma begged him.
Emma suddenly was down upon the bearskin rug by the fire, forced down onto her hands and knees. His ran his hands over her ample ass and played with her pussy from behind.
"When you've earned it, Miss Frost," Harry whispered and he sank himself deep into her with one more fell motion.
Emma felt a swelling of energy explode through her loins and Harry kept his stride, like a well oiled piston. He hammered into her.
He tested her concentration as his hands cupped her large breasts. The harder he squeezed her luscious melons.
"Keep earning it, I'll let you know, and then I'll blow your mind," Harry whispered.
"Meeting is almost over," Emma breathed and Harry nipped her on the neck.
"Good, then you can return to your office, but can you hold on long enough?" Harry asked her, and his tongue licked behind her ear.
He taunted her and Emma appreciated this. He slowed down the intensity of her orgasm.
"Oh, I can feel you from all the way in here, it's almost like we're touching," Harry whispered in her ear.
"Between my powers…..and yours…..we essentially are," Emma said, and she felt her hips jump. "Oh, good, wrap up…..which is a good thing, then you can….finish me off…"
"Well, let's see if you can last the distance," Harry said and he pumped himself behind her. Her tight pussy clenched his rod and milked his next few thrusts.
Emma's eyes fluttered shut and she breathed heavily. In and out for all that she was worth and Harry took her as hard as he could from behind. A steady series of thrusts worked her up towards the edge of her passion. He pumped himself into her.
"I think you're about ready to cum," Harry said and he pushed her down on the soft rug.
He teased her ass pretty briefly and gave a jolt of pleasure through her body.
"Almost there, aren't you?" Harry whispered in Emma's ear. In response, Emma nodded her head, biting down on her soft lip when Harry rammed into her hard from behind.
"Yes…..oh…..yes," Emma agreed with him and her hot wet vice hugged him when he kept up the pace.
Harry decided that he would give her what could be redefined as a mind blowing orgasm.
"Hope you're somewhere private, Miss Frost," Harry said, and he sent small pleasure jolts over her body. "Because I'm not holding back with you any longer…..you're in my mind and I know where all of your switches are. I'm going to hit them all at once…"
"Give it to me, fuck me like the whore people think I am!" Emma yelled.
"You're my whore and my whore alone," Harry whispered in her ear and he clenched her breasts. She responded by clenching his tool with her wet pussy. "And don't you forget it ever."
Emma gave a shrieking shudder and she saw complete white when Harry erupted inside her. She was glad that she packed an extra set of clothes that she changed into, because she had a feeling that she would need them.
Harry completed inside of Emma, magically channeling himself through the link of her minds and giving her an orgasm that caused her mind to go numb with pleasure.
There was plenty of business that needed to get completed at OsCorp. There were three men who were hard at work. They worked on something that was important. The Oz3 formula was in front of them.
Norman Osborn, Curt Connors, and Otto Octavius were busy at work with the formula. They took the baseline formula that Harry worked on. Then Connors spliced in the desired genetic traits. There was a hope that this would either stabilize the formula or at least get them well along the way to stabilize it.
The lab was divided in half, with Otto working with his arms. On one side of the lab, the lab was being conducted. On the other side of the lab, Connors, Otto, and Norman waited for the experiment. Peter also stood in the background as an observer.
"Let it begin," Norman whispered, excitement brimming through his gaze.
They stood behind a radiation shield for one simple reason. The serum had to be exposed to a low level of radiation to ignite it, for lack of a better term.
Utilizing his robotic arms, Otto exposed the serum to the radiation.
"Careful," Norman warned him.
"Give me some room, I have it," Otto said and he utilized his arms. He exposed the vial with the serum to the radiation for about thirty seconds.
The serum glowed before them, the telltale signs that it was charged being delivered. Otto reached over and unlatched the cage. The test subject was removed from the cage. It was a rat missing its arms.
With the serum prepared, Otto injected the creature with the serum. The rat went into convulsions briefly and for a second; they didn't think that it worked.
Then in a flash of light, the arms started to grow back. Connors watched the rat's arms grow back, his eyes flashing with interest and delight.
"We did it," Connors whispered when he saw the rat, no longer handicapped.
"We better look again," Norman said and he crooked one of his fingers forward.
Their joy was completely premature. The changes didn't stop at the re-grown limbs. The rat started to mutate even more prominently.
"It's turning into some kind of rat-lizard hybrid creature," Otto muttered underneath his breath. It was a hideous abomination of science that was in front of them presently.
Norman placed his hands around the rail by the glass and squeezed it so hard that he might have left an indentation on his hands. The man started to breath in and out heavily, and he could see the rat continue to shift and mutate right before his very eyes. It grew even more hideous by each passing second.
The rat looked like it was growing in mass for a brief moment. It then popped like a giant zit and caused it's remains to splatter against the wall.
Peter stepped in and saw the disgusting sight. The young man could see his father about ready to blow a gasket.
"No," Norman whispered, he could see the now useless formula.
It was not stable this time. Harry was correct in his report, and this proved things without a shadow of a doubt. The formula was useless without the proper stabilizing agents. The genetic material from the lizard spliced into the formula did not do the job, at least not right away.
Norman Osborn was almost in a rage.
"Just calm down," Peter said when he moved over and he could see Octavius and Connors both looking nervous. It was obvious that both of them knew what it would be like when Mount Osborn blew his top and neither wanted to be around when that horrible sight was about. "Keep calm, it's going to be fine, it's going to be alright, just take a breath."
Norman Osborn was not about ready to take a breath. Far from it, it looked like Norman Osborn was about ready to blow his top, which would be a terrifying sight.
"We won't achieve anything if you don't calm down," Peter whispered to him.
"Yes, you're right, you're right," Norman said, shaking his head and he calmed himself down.
This was just a set back, an annoying one yes, but a setback never the less. Norman Osborn was not about to give up after just one momentary set back.
"Are you going to be okay, sir?" Otto asked his boss.
"Give me a moment, we'll clean this up and try again later," Norman said. If they could track down Richard Parker's work, this would make their lives much easier.
Norman led himself to be lead away. It was just in time because he was seconds away from having a full blown meltdown. He needed to calm down because he wasn't going to lose his mind again.
"So exactly how did you get the tickets, Harry?"
Harry, Gwen, and Mary Jane all huddled themselves in a train car, they were on their way for a three way date. The car was nearly about ready to approach their start. They were on their way to a major wrestling event of all things.
"Sue Storm gave me them, she originally got them for her brother," Harry commented to both of them. "He absolutely had to see Bonesaw McGraw fight Crusher Hogan for the Championship of the World."
"Oh, Crusher, he doesn't really bring it outside of Japan anymore, does he?" Gwen asked with a smile on her face.
"Not really, unless the price is right, but it's a big money match, televised around the world on Pay Per View," Harry said with a smile on her face. "Millions with buy it and millions more will torrent it the next day…"
"So why couldn't Sue's brother make it?" Gwen asked curiously.
"There was some unforeseen problem out in California for the project that Reed Richards is working on," Harry said. "So they'll going to have to go there now…..and since there were three tickets and they shouldn't go to waste because they were prime seats, Sue offered them to me."
"That sounds reasonable," Mary Jane, and the ride of Madison Square Garden was rather quiet. "So, how's work?"
"It just happened that half of the office called in sick," Gwen told Mary Jane and the redhead patted Gwen on the arm sympathetically. "But, I can handle any work that they put my way."
It also gave her a chance to keep her ear open.
"The Electrician that got injured during the accident, he's still in the hospital," Gwen said to both of them.
"I heard that OsCorp is going to pay for his medical bills," Mary Jane said, stretching and this caused her shirt to ride up a little bit on her. She didn't stop when she saw Harry's eyes avert towards her slightly.
"Well, it's for the best, because they don't want a huge liability lawsuit or anything with it," Harry said with a smile on his face and Mary Jane nodded in agreement.
The three of them made conversation until the moment that Harry's phone rang. Seeing who the number was, Harry answered it.
"Hey, Harry, it's Ben," Ben Parker said over the phone.
"There isn't a problem or anything, is there?" Harry asked, he just had this sense that there could be something wrong tonight.
"No, no, there's nothing wrong, and you don't need to get anything either," Ben said with a chuckle. "I'm just calling to tell you that May and I are going out for the evening. We should be back by the time that you get back though."
"The two of you enjoy your night out with each other then," Harry said with a smile. Both of them deserved a rare night out together. It was not often enough where their shifts aligned. Most of the time, they were like two ships passing in the night, only around for dinner. "You two deserve it."
"Thank you Harry, we will, take care, and I'll see you later," Ben said, clicking off the phone.
The train pulled to the stop.
"It's a perfect night to go out, you know," Gwen said and her eyes looked towards the sky.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky tonight. That made things even better as far as she was concerned.
The group exited the train and made the short walk over the front end of the arena. It was obviously sold out.
"It's been sold out for weeks," Harry told both of the girls.
"Yeah, they said that it was sold out within ninety minutes of tickets being on sale, and Dad mentioned that a bunch of the guys at the station who wanted tickets couldn't get them," Gwen commented. "So, it's a pretty big deal."
"I think that we figured that out," Mary Jane said in amusement.
No one really knew what was going to be on the undercard, the show was hyped on the strength of the main event and the strength of the main event along. Then again, that was the thing that caused the tickets to sell out.
"Billed as Crusher's retirement match," someone said in an excited manner outside of the building.
"Hasn't he been doing that gimmick at least once a year for the past seven?" one of the fans, a more cynical one said. "You should know that retirements in wrestling never last."
"Bonesaw's coming back, he cut that rap album on Crusher calling him out, and now that's going to be a payoff to it," another one said in excitement.
Harry, Gwen, and Mary Jane made their way to the good seats. There was a sea of humanity and also a crowd of people who were raucous and excited. It was the type of atmosphere that it was hard not to get into. The trio took their seats and just in time, as the show was about to begin.
Pryo and ballyhoo kicked off the show and the crowd was rocking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a special match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Coming to the ring first, from Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, he weighs in tonight at….."
It was hard not to get caught in the fever of the crowd. Plus there was a rather interesting match between two female competitors before the main event who could actually wrestle. That was a rare treat in this day and age.
Mary Jane, Gwen, and Harry left the arena, it was pretty close to Eleven O' Clock by the time they got out of there. The main event had to wrap up before the Pay Per View went off the air and the two competitors killed some time despite the match starting at the top of the hour by hamming it up for the crowd as only they can.
That being said, they were heading to Gwen's place. Her father would be out late that night with his work, so it would only be the three of us that were there.
"I'm not being expected back until the morning and I told Aunt Anna that I would be at Gwen's place regardless," Mary Jane commented with a smile on her face. "I just didn't say that I was going to make a side trip along the way."
The three of them picked up a pizza on the way home and were on their way inside. Gwen fumbled with the lock with the key that she had, opening the door. The trio stepped inside, with the lights popping on for them.
"So, how is your internship going at the Bugle?" Harry asked Mary Jane when the three of them settled themselves on the couch.
Mary Jane smiled when she shook her head. "Pretty hectic, and Jameson…..he's a character."
"Always good for a laugh, isn't he?" Gwen asked, helping herself to a slice of pizza. She was careful not to take the entire thing even though her appetite was such where she almost couldn't help herself.
"He got into a lot of trouble recently, and had to print a retraction, didn't he?" Harry asked.
"He's normally more careful, and it actually wasn't him this time who stuck his foot into his mouth," Mary Jane said and she reached for the slice of pizza but Gwen's hand went out and blocked hers. Both of their hands touched each other at the middle. Pulling her hand back, Mary Jane retracted it.
"Oh no, by all means," Mary Jane said, waving her hand and Gwen smiled.
"If you insist," Gwen said and she picked up the piece of pizza. Mary Jane took another one and Harry took one of the final pieces.
The three of them made some light conversation. They would be wound up by the excitement of the show that they went to for some time so it would be a while before they would head off to bed. Gwen relaxed herself and was ready for the long haul.
Her phone rang suddenly, and she picked it up. Gwen saw that her father was calling and he never called her cell without good reason.
"Yes, Dad, what is it?" Gwen asked him.
There was a note of panic in Captain George Stacy's voice that caused Gwen to go more concerned. Even Mary Jane and Harry picked up on her concern when they sat at their vantage point.
"Is Harry there with you?" George asked his daughter.
Gwen was taken aback by this sudden line of abrupt question. She had no reason to lie so she answered in affirmative. "Yes, he's here."
"Well, I have some very bad news," Captain Stacy said and his voice sounded rather grim. "Something…..something terrible has happened."
Gwen wondered exactly how terrible it was. Her Dad never sounded like this. It was unnerving. "Um…"
"Can you put him on?" Captain Stacy asked his daughter.
Gwen shook her head, there was something about this entire mess that freaked her out. Despite that fact she complied willingly with her father's request to put on the line with Harry.
"Okay, I'm putting him on," Gwen said and she almost trembled with her hand being shaken.
"Yes, Captain Stacy, I'm here," Harry said, wondering exactly what was going on here.
An eternity seemed to pass even though the bad news was given rather quickly.
The nice, fun, and relaxing evening had been turned around in a hurry. Harry, Gwen, and Mary Jane had arrived back at Harry's house, at the insistence that they come back. Captain Stacy said that something extremely bad just happened.
The moment that they arrived, it had all of the telltale signs of a crime scene. Cop cars swarmed the area. Harry approached the Parker home and he saw that the door of his home had been taped off. There was police tape around the edge of the house and one of the cops caught his eye. He walked over to greet him.
"Are you Harry Parker?" the officer asked in a somber voice.
"Yes, I'm him," Harry said.
"You better head next door, all three of you, your mother is waiting," the officer said and it was obvious that this was a very delicate situation.
The officer walked them over next door. Given the circumstances, it was almost like they were being escorted on death row. There was a quiet calm around all of them and they wondered what the deal was. The group reached the Watson house.
The officer knocked on the door and Anna Watson answered the door. She swept her niece into a hug, and then walked over to do the same to Harry.
"She's over there," Anna whispered, and he could see May sitting in the room, looking like she was in a state of shock.
Immediately, when she spotted Harry there, she walked over towards him. There was something shaky in her movements. She did manage to wrap her arms around Harry, and pulled her into a tight hug. She started to sob, with Gwen and Mary Jane taking seats, obviously third parties to a great tragedy.
Harry responded by wrapping his arms around her tightly in response, and rubbing her back. He wished that he could say that everything is going to be okay. He just couldn't bring himself to do that.
The problem was that everything was far from okay. Captain Stacy entered the room, and waited for May and Harry to take seats.
"What happened?" Harry asked, knowing that his mother was in a state of shock.
"Perhaps we should go into the dining room, there's a lot more room in there," Anna offered, waving her hand.
No one questioned that, the group automatically assumed that they were going that way.
"Here's what happened," Captain Stacy no sooner than the entire group sat down. "After the Parkers got home from dinner, they found out that someone broke into their house. In fact, Ben Parker ran into the burglar on the way out. He was able to overpower him for a moment, and he dropped the bag of what he stole from the house."
George paused and allowed that to sink in.
"The perp pulled a gun out, and shot him twice at point blank range," George said and the horror of the situation became clear. "While this was happening, May went over next door to call for Emergency services and a squad car was nearby."
Harry placed his arm around May's shoulders, and tightened them. So far the story was accurate and to live it would have been the terrifying truth and nothing but the terrifying truth.
"He ran off without the stolen goods and fled the scene," Captain Stacy said. "We combed the entire neighborhood, but he got clean away."
Captain Stacy sighed.
"And Ben Parker…..they did all that they could for him, but he passed away on his way to the hospital," Captain Stacy said and he leaned towards both of the Parkers. "I'm truly sorry."
That was a numb scene to be had. Harry didn't let go of the grip around May's shoulder. While he let this settle in, he only had one question.
"Did you get a look at the man's face?"
Harry's tone was oddly calm, one could argue that it was too calm. A sketch artist happened to be in the room and finished sketching out a picture of the suspect in question.
"We matched to get a composite drawing on him," George said. Said composite drawing was placed on the table.
Gwen looked at the composite for ten seconds and the blonde tried to hold back the gasp that she had. Mary Jane locked eyes with her suddenly.
Harry frowned when he looked at them and he wasn't the only one noticed anything.
"When we were going back from shopping yesterday, we saw two robbers do a jewelry heist," Gwen said, keeping her voice calm and Harry used his free hand to grab her hand. "One of them tripped, but the other got away….that's him, Dad, that's the guy that got away."
"Can you be sure of that?" George Stacy asked. Officially he couldn't pinpoint a guy without proof.
"I got a picture of his face, clear as day on the camera," Mary Jane said and she reached into her bag.
She pulled out the envelope of her developed pictures and hastily flipped through them. Neither her nor Gwen was going to bring up the fact that both girls nearly got shot over this picture when he was brought out.
She slapped the picture down onto the table and it was there, clear as day. May looked at it, eyes widened.
"That's him," May said.
Harry looked from the composite drawing to the picture Mary Jane took and there was no question who it was.