By Sunlight (P.P + M.J)

15. Spector

*Harry's pov*

When all the kids had left, Harry went to work cleaning up the penthouse. It was pretty trashed, but with his butler's help, he managed to restore the home to its past cleanliness before his father walked through the door.

Mr.Osborn had been spending a lot of time at his labs recently at Oscorp, apparently developing some new flight tech that would rival Iron Man. His excuse was that he was building them for the Air Force, but Harry had seen pictures of them. Flying surfboards weren't something the Air Force needed.

So he began to believe that lie less and less with each passing day.

The boy turned when he heard the elevator doors open, and he noticed that his father wasn't alone. A tall, bearded, brown-haired man was with him, about 5 inches taller than Mr.Osborn and twenty years younger. He was broad-shouldered and imposing, and he wore a crisp white suit that was striking in the darkened house. A black crescent moon was emblazoned on his breast pocket. Harry went up to greet them, kicking a trash bag to the side.

"Harry, this is Marc Spector, that California executive I was talking about. Marc, this is my son Harry," Mr.Osborn introduced them, and Harry shook his hand, Mr.Spector's hand completely enveloping his, "he's going to help with our werewolf problem."

"Didn't realize there was a problem," Harry said, not entirely understanding the gravity in his father's words. He never really paid attention to his old man's exploits, and he was under the impression that they were just going to let the werewolf kid be. Besides, Harry had begun to sort of like him because of his hilarious YouTube videos of him singing.

"There's always a problem when there's a lycan on the loose," Mr.Spector suddenly interjected, his brown eyes flashing, "I've been tracking this particular lycanthrope for a long time, and I'm glad we could see eye-to-eye. How about that drink, Norman?"

"See eye-to-eye on what?" Harry asked, confused. His father walked over to the minibar, pouring himself and Mr.Spector a glass of scotch. Meanwhile, the white-suited man sat in an armchair by the fire and the boy sat on the couch.

"You see, son, a deal's been struck between Spector's corporation and ours," Mr.Osborn started to explain, walking over to Mr.Spector and handing him his drink, "Marc here is a werewolf hunter, likes to collect them before they can spread their disease. Our recent intern-turned-hero has become quite a nuisance, teaming up with Spider-Man and all. New York has too many heroes as it is, so I've decided to assist Marc in taking him."

"Taking him?" Harry echoed.

"Yes," Mr.Spector then said, taking a sip of his scotch, "I will then trap him and bring him back to California."

"I don't understand. He's just a lame wannabe Avenger," he looked toward Mr.Spector, "what's he done to you?"

Mr.Spector sighed heavily. "This lycan first transformed in California, and he went on the rampage. His rage and strength were unparalleled. He managed to evade me before I could catch him and run all the way here."

He took a breath, downing the last of his scotch before continuing, "this lycan is a dangerous anomaly. If left unchecked, I fear he will only grow stronger and more powerful with every full moon, until he can't be controlled, or worse, until he can't control himself."

"So how do you plan on trapping him?" Harry asked.

"Luckily, I know his true identity, but so far, I haven't managed to find any of his hideouts, because I can't attack him in broad daylight when he's parading around with Spider-Man. Even in the night, he just disappears," Mr.Spector explained, "but I have a lead."

He then pulled out his phone, and a holographic image appeared over it. After poking around it for a few seconds, a street-view image came up. It was a picture of Werewolf, Spider-Man and a random girl standing in the middle of the street in front of a dented garbage truck. Mr.Spector scrolled through several pictures just like it from several different angles, one of the images showing Werewolf and the girl fist-bumping. A student ID showed up next to the picture, and Harry's eyes narrowed as he recognized the girl he met in the hallway at school with her boyfriend. He remembered her name being Michelle when she had come to his party with Peter, Ned Leeds and her man, her last name being Jones according the ID. Harry was surprised that a girl as seemingly closed-off as her could have superhero friends.

"I believe that this girl has some tie to him," Mr.Spector said, the images blinking as he turned off his phone, "she seemed to disappear after that street confrontation, along with the Spider-Man. I believe her to be an ally to them in some way."

"Okay, so what?" Harry was so confused why he was being told all this. His father never involved him in any of his business.

"Ah yes, this is where you come in," Mr.Osborn suddenly broke in, "she already attends Midtown, and that she's in your grade. She also works for the newspaper and takes pictures of those two fools. Maybe she knows where the werewolf is hiding."

"And if she doesn't?"

"She will," Mr.Spector said firmly, no doubt in his tone, "and if that doesn't work, other pieces will be put in play."

"Okay, so in the meantime, you want me to get in touch with her and learn her secrets?" Harry repeated the plan out loud, realizing how cliche and silly that sounded, "I don't think her boyfriend will like that."

"I don't care how you get the information, just get it however you can," Mr.Osborn said, his tone making it sound like an order.

"I don't want to be a spy," Harry got to his feet, "and I don't want in on your little scheme. Just leave me out of it."

"Told you it was risky to include him," he heard Mr.Spector say to his father.

"I just don't want to have to work against my friends," Harry retorted, his voice a little angry, "I want to be friends with her, and be friends with Peter and Ned."

"And do that," his father assented, "that's precisely what I'm asking you to do. And if any valuable information should pop up, report back to us."

Harry still didn't like it. It didn't feel right, and it made his skin crawl to earn someone's trust for personal gain. He stared at the fire, which had begun to die, and he heard Mr.Osborn sigh.

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision," Mr.Osborn said, setting his glass down on the table, "for now, it's late. Your car is waiting, Spector."

The man stood up, leaving his glass on the table as Mr.Osborn walked him back to the elevator. Harry followed a little ways behind, his mind clouded with thoughts he couldn't seem to get in line. He couldn't believe he was to be a spy for his father. Did Peter know Michelle was some superhero insider? Maybe he could ask him about it. Peter was always honest, and maybe he was Harry's best bet if it turned out he knew anything.

"Hey, kid," Mr.Spector grabbed his attention as he got on the elevator, "do you know why I wear white?"

That's sounds like a fact I need to know, Harry held back the sarcastic thought so it wouldn't accidentally fall out of his mouth, instead going with, "no. Why?"

"Because I like my enemies to see me coming."

Just so you know, I picture Spector being played by Richard Armitage. I didn't put that in the initial cast because I didn't want to spoil anything. Also, let it be known that I'm literally winging this entire thing. I come up with this as I go. :)

Quick add: Hooray for 2k views! Glad y'all are liking it!

~Fargone5