Peter B Parker grew up in the small city of Riverdale with his Aunt May and his Uncle Ben, after his parents, Richard and Mary Parker, died in a plane crash. The last time he saw them he was four years old, and he never discovered why his family had...
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Peter ran as fast as he could in an alleyway, he took off his clothes and put them inside his backpack, that he webbed on top of the building, then he put on his mask and started swinging to his objective: Vulture.
Spider-man: "I knew that these trackers would've been useful, now you won't escape."
Peter kept swinging towards the source of the signal while hoping all of that to be worth his struggles and his ditching with Betty: he enjoyed her company very much after all.
Half an hour earlier, at the Osborn household...
Harry Osborn got inside his home after a long day of school with a defeated expression and went inside of his room. After he left his backpack and his jacket on his bed, he went to the dining hall. It was immense and had, hanged on the walls, paintings showing battling knights and dragons, as well as noble courts filled with kings, queens and other powerful and important individuals. This is how Norman Osborn always percieved himself: a powerful and important warrior destined for greatness, a mighty king...who lost his queen a few years after his son's birth, the son he couldn't bare to show a father's love to. Norman was sit there, at a very long dining table, eating the lunch his servant Bernard made for him, alone. When he saw Harry's expression he instantly knew something was wrong, so, without even facing him, he greeted him
Norman: "Hello, Harry."
Harry: "Hi, dad."
Norman: "What's that expression on your face?"
Harry: "No, it's...it's nothing, dad."
But Norman wasn't having it
Norman: "What did I say about lying, Harry?"
Harry sighed, taking a seat across from his dad, at the very end of the long wooden table
Harry: "I'm sorry, dad. I'm having a couple of problems..."
Norman hums in response
Norman: "I hope it's not about that Gwen you told me about...again."
Harry: "Actually...yes."
Norman: *sighs, putting a hand on his face, then rubbing the bridge of his nose* "We talked multiple times about this, Harry. How many times do I have to tell you? There are far more important things than school girls: you have a company you need to be ready to run on your own."
Harry: "But dad-"
Norman: "No, Harry, I'm not having this conversation again. And by the way I have to go: *cleans himself with the towel, gets up and closes his jacket's first button* I have an important meeting with the board of directors: that winged guy is turning out to be a real problem. *looks at Harry* This time you won't come with me: you'll use this time to actually use your head and establish your priorities in the right direction."
