This takes place a week after the death of Norman Osborn. Harry mourns, Peter wishes he didn't kill Norman, and Gwen wants to be with Peter. Unfortunately, Harry has convinced himself that Gwen is all he has left and he needs to get revenge on Spiderman for killing his dad.

Chapter 1

Peter walked into the cafeteria, holding his tray with both hands and taking the familiar path to his lunch table. He saw his two best friends, Gwen Stacy with her big blue eyes and Harry with his sad gray eyes, staring into Peter's own eyes.

Gwen smiled as much as she could considering the situation. "Hey Pete, how's it going?"

Peter sat in the open chair next to Gwen. "Good, I guess."

"I'm gonna go get a fork," Harry muttered as he rose from his chair and went back to the lunch line.

Peter leaned towards Gwen. "Is Harry hanging in there?"

Gwen sighed. "As well as he can… I wish he didn't think I was all he had left. I mean, he has you and his mother. He knows neither of you would turn your backs on him."

It's a little late for that, Peter thought, thinking about how he was the reason Mr. Osborn died. "Yeah," he said. "All I want is to be with you."

Gwen smiled sadly. "You and I both know that can't happen soon. If I broke Harry's heart right now who knows what he'd do. He might get on the Gobulin Green again…"

Harry approached them and Peter sat up. "Y'all wanna go to the Silver Spoon after school today?" Harry asked.

Peter shrugged. "I might be busy with the Daily Bugle but I could try."

Harry nodded. "Sorry, I forgot. Work comes before friends," he said angrily while rolling his eyes.

Gwen looked at Peter. "Come on. Just this once," she said, and then whispered. "Harry needs your friendship."

Peter thought for a minute. Harry was his best friend besides Gwen, and he was the reason Harry's dad kicked the bucket. He had to make it up. Although he knew, no amount of friendship could make up for such an awful thing he did. But it's not like Harry knew Spiderman was also Peter Parker. But Peter knew he should do it as a friend not Spiderman.

"I'm sure they won't mind this one time," he said.

Gwen smiled and Harry looked impressed.

"Well that's a change of pace," said Harry.

The bell rang and the three friends parted their ways to class.

Peter made his way to the Silver Spoon even though he knew he shouldn't put hanging out with his friends before saving innocent citizens' lives.

He sat down at a table with his two friends and said, "Wow. I haven't felt this relaxed in a while."

Harry ignored him as he drank his black coffee.

Everyone was silent so, in order to break this awkward moment, Peter said, "So how's life treating you guys?"

"Terrible," muttered Harry.

"Okay," Gwen said quietly.

"You guys. Can't we just forget about all that has happened to us for the past week and have some fun? Harry, I know what it's like to lose people you care about. I lost my mom, my dad, and Uncle Ben. You still have your mom. Just clear your mind so we can talk about happy things, like Flash wearing a cheerleading outfit that one Halloween… Or -uh-"

"Peter, shut up. It's only been a week. You can't expect me to get over something like that that quickly," Harry said, anger rising in his voice. "I mean did you get over your parents deaths quickly?"

Peter shook his head. "Sorry Harry. I guess I just expected to have a better time…"

"You know I'm just gonna go. I'll see you guys at school," Harry got up and left leaving his coffee on the table.

Gwen looked sympathetically towards Harry and sighed.

Abruptly, a siren started wailing. On the TV plastered to the wall, a Breaking News sign came up.

"Sandman is robbing yet another bank with no sign of our friendly neighborhood spider. Stay inside and-"

Pete looked at Gwen. "Uh, I better go home to make sure Aunt May is alright."

"Pete." She took his hand in hers. Whatever she was going to say she stopped at the last minute. "Be careful."

Peter nodded as he opened the door to the café. He carefully checked left and right as he hid behind a dumpster in an alley. He took off clothes, revealing his red and blue snug-fitting suit, and put on his mask from his bag. He shot a web up at a building and swung to the scene of the crime.

Harry walked out of the Silver Spoon angrily and shook his head. He couldn't believe his friend could be so insensitive. He should know how hard it is to lose someone. He's lost three family members.

He walked up a fire escape of a building right next to the café to get away from everything. He didn't want to go home nor did he want to be around anyone so he figured it was one of the only places he could go to be alone. All of the sudden, Peter showed up below him, looking suspicious. Harry looked closer at him inconspicuously. Peter looked around and Harry wondered if he was doing drugs. Then he laughed to himself because this was Parker he was talking about.

Peter started to take off his shirt and then uncovered a familiar red and blue suit. Harry's eyes could've fallen out their sockets. He could not, not in a million years, believe what he was seeing. No way was Peter… but it made so much sense… But no, no, he would not kill my father, Harry thought.

But there he was, wearing the suit, as if saying 'Yeah! That's right! I'm Spiderman!'

Harry was utterly speechless. His eyes were hardly connecting to his brain. His friend, his best friend in the whole world was his ultimate, his worst enemy.

He swung away with his webs and Harry nearly fell over at this terrible yet eye-opening realization. Now that he knew this, there was so much he could do. He knew Peter's identity. Now he could hurt the people Peter cared most about.

But wait, Harry thought, I have to be stronger and smarter to defeat Spiderman, I have to become his worst nightmare: the Green Goblin.