A/N: I might be overall mixed on The Amazing Spider-Man 2, but I did love everything involving Oscorp. As such this one shot (which might evolve into something more) came to mind about what I think could happen next regarding some plots that weren't fully fleshed out. I'm 99.8% sure this won't happen, but hey you never know. Think of this as a post credit sequence for The Amazing Spider-Man 2.

Donald Mencken cannot think of any possible words to describe what has transpired since the city blackout. He finds "a mess" too mild of a description. The same thing goes for "a catastrophe". He thought that Harry might cause trouble from the minute he took over Oscorp and yet he had to grit his teeth and accept the upstart as CEO for the time being. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Harry messed up somehow and when he did, Donald would be there to remove him from power. If only he had moved faster and framed him before the young Osborn learned of Oscorp's innermost secrets.

Now not only is the company facing scrutiny for the numerous amounts of property damage Max Dillon caused, but Harry's personal hand in the death of the Gwen Stacy woman only added fuel to the fire. He denied any involvement with her death, but the word of Spider-Man tends to carry a lot of weight these days. The fact that Harry laughed like a mad man as the police dragged him off to Ravencroft did not help his case either.

Whatever his involvement was, it nevertheless caused a multitude of problems for Oscorp including losing the backing of several stockers just as the board feared. It has been less than two months and yet the legal repercussions just kept coming with no signs of ever ceasing. Now all Donald wants to do is go home, relax with a bottle or two of scotch, and forget about the day's drama.

He enters his home and wastes no time heading for the kitchen when he notices the cabinet to his wine glasses hanging slightly open. He scratches his head and walks over to it.

It's probably nothing. A servant probably forgot to shut it is all, he thinks.

"Good evening, Donald," a voice greets him.

"Who's there?" Donald asks turning his head to find the source of the voice.

"Who do you think?" The light in the next room switches on, illuminating Felicia calmly seated with a glass of scotch in her hand. "Hope you don't mind me sampling some of your scotch. Never had a chance to taste something this expensive before."

Donald enters the room and stops in front of a chair, but does not sit down.

"What are you doing here, Felicia?" He asks.

"That's Ms. Hardy to you," she sternly corrects him.

Donald was instantly taken aback by Felicia's response. In practically every board meeting she was present at, she barely spoke and if she did it was only when someone else spoke to her. Whatever brought about this change in her attitude, Donald would not allow himself to appear intimidated. He cleared his throat and collected himself.

"How dare you take that tone of voice with me…and how did you get in my house? I have a good mind to call the police this instant."

"I have my ways and I wouldn't call the police if I were you, especially after you hear what I have to say," Felicia advises.

"Just who do you think you are?"

"I think I'm the new CEO of Oscorp."

Donald does not laugh very often, but he feels some snickers creeping up his throat.

"You think I'm joking don't you?" Felicia asks.

"Yes," Donald responds. His laughs just seconds away from breaking through.

"If I recall correctly, Harry distinctly told the board that you all worked for me because you worked for him."

"And if I recall correctly, you DISTINCTLY heard me fire Harry, so you have no claim to whatever powers you think you're entitled to."

"I beg to differ." Felicia sets down the glass of scotch and holds up a flash drive.

"This not only holds security recordings of Harry declaring you all work for me, but also all the evidence needed to convict you of covering up Max Dillon's accident and how you used it to frame Harry and remove him from power. Let's not forget that the frame up resulted in Harry releasing Max from Ravencroft to obtain what he desperately need, which also resulted in Max's rampage throughout the city. Basically every. Single. Death is on your hands. I'm sure the police would have a field day with this information should they ever discover it."

"You're bluffing."

"I don't bluff."

Donald looks at the flash drive then wrenches open the nightstand drawer next to him, but finds it empty.

"Looking for this?" Felicia asks holding up a gun. "Sit," she commands and he obeys.

"Good boy," she says with a cheeky smile then points the gun at him. "I think you should know that if anything happens to me, and believe me, people WILL know if anything happens to me, the copies of the files on this drive Mr. Smythe made will fall into police hands."

"Why the Hell would Smythe help you?"

"Something about how much he hates you and wishes he could slay you or something like that. I'm not sure why he'd use a verb like 'slay'. That's kind of an odd word choice."

Donald eyes the flash drive again and wipes away some sweat from his forehead.

"What do you want?" Donald dejectedly asks.

"…did you just ignore everything I said? Oscorp has a new CEO now and her name is Felicia Hardy."

"Why would you want to run this company? That little stunt Harry pulled is costing Oscorp millions from the astronomical legal repercussions."

"I know, but that's just going to make me stepping up as CEO seem even more plausible as you obviously can't control the situation at hand. Don't worry. I'll fix Harry's mess," Felicia promises then pockets the flash drive. "I'll expect your resignation within the week." Felicia turns off the lights. "Good night, Donald."

"She can't do this. She just can't," Donald says to himself running a hand down his face.

"I can and I already have," Felicia corrects him once again. Donald looks up and almost jumps at Felicia's eyes illuminated in the dark.

"It'd be in your best interests to not cross my path after you resign. It'd be bad luck for you," Felicia threatens.

She exits the room and leaves Donald alone with his thoughts. When he first entered his home he thought that "cataclysmic disaster" might serve as an accurate description for the fallout of Harry's actions. Now even those words seem like an understatement. He grabs Felicia's unfinished glass of scotch and downs the whole thing in one gulp.