no way home

“never is. i’m trapped, spider- there’s just nothing i can do about it until it’s all over and done for. and i dunno about you but i kind of like staying alive. let’s face it, you’d be bored without me,” she coos, moving her hands up to roll his mask up enough to expose his lips to her. “you’re the friendly neighborhood spiderman, of course it’s squeaky clean.” felicia grins as she leans in close enough to brush her lips against his, just barely ghosting them. “but i can think of a few different ways we can get it a little dirty.” but before she can go in to kiss him, he’s rambling on about hurting people’s businesses. and then he’s bringing up it her store and felicia freezes for a moment, fingers dancing along his shoulders for a moment. she decides to roll his mask back down and lets out a soft sigh, taking a step back to put some space between them. “that’s where you always misunderstand me, spider. i don’t steal from normal, hardworking folk — i steal from the rich. all those prissy, arrogant, new york socialites who hoard wealth, who literally do nothing of use with everything they have. they can afford to have some valuable paintings go missing.” she’s turning away from him, making her way back towards the edge of the rooftop. it was always the same song and dance with him; her making her own way through the world and him trying to convince her to be a goody-two shoes. she needed to survive and their moralities didn’t necessarily always align. “i’ve gotta say, lover — sounding like an after-school special really kills the mood.”

“i’m quite the wanted woman these days, spider. but don’t worry, you’ll always be my  number one,” felicia teases, a small smirk on her lips. it did always seem like she was doing something for kingpin whenever her and spiderman ran into each other and truthfully, felicia had already tried to explain herself a few times. he never listened. “i’m up to my head in debt to him, wise guy. between my father and…” she pauses, almost mentioning the jewelry shop; if she’d accidentally revealed her identity, that would’ve landed her in a world of trouble. “my legacy… i have a lot of debts to repay. i don’t really have a choice- not everyone can have a squeaky clean reputation, now can they?” before she can say much else, he’s brushing some hair away from her mask which only makes felicia inch closer to him, her arms moving up to wind around his neck. “it’s the black cat redemption arc— i’m trying here, spider, i really am. what can i say? you’ve really inspired me to do better.” felicia lets out a soft sigh, letting one clawed finger gently run along his jawline. “a girl’s still got bills to pay though so… sometimes i pick up odd jobs here and there. i’m not hurting anyone in the process though so that’s gotta count for something, right?”

“Something changing my mind?” Harry tried to laugh it off, joke his way out of it, because he was so stubborn. That behavior was ingrained at this point, along with plenty of Norman’s that he was gradually trying to rid himself of. If he could see him now, he knew he would be ripping into him about how weak he looked, and maybe he was right. It’s not a side he liked showing very often, but it was more familiar for Peter than what he had witnessed on the rooftop. Sitting up on the couch, he took the mask in his hands and played with the material. “Yeah, well, I’m starting to realize Norman kind of sucked. Like, for everyone, not just me.” He was sure after being hunted down plenty of times while masked and witnessing their interactions, Peter could understand. Truthfully, Harry was emotionally spent. “No one has to worry about the Green Goblin anymore.”

“i have quite a few friends, spider– you’re not the only person on my radar these days, you know,” felicia coos, rolling her eyes playfully. at the mention of sandman, she finally looks over at him, a small smirk on her lips. “well, if i did see him, i would’ve called you a lot sooner, boy wonder.” the excuse is poor but for the time being, she doesn’t feel like picking a fight; she had much bigger fish to fry than spiderman ignoring her calls. dark eyes are searching the streets below them, still not catching sight of the man kingpin had told her about and now felicia’s starting to get a bit frustrated. “patrolling and keeping an eye out for someone on kingpin’s hit list. he’s gotten himself in quite the pickle and of course, he’s sending out his minions to do his dirty work for him. i’m just plan b of many.” she pauses, turning around to look at him with a smirk, one hand moving to trail along the small black spider on his chest. “why? does the idea of my newfound heroism turn you on?”

Harry headed straight for the one place he felt safe: the Osborn estate. Sure, it had been full of memories with his father, but in the same sense, it held memories of his mother while they were younger. That was the part that made it feel safe, along with his butler still living there. The stinging on his knuckles was just now becoming apparent to him, adrenaline masking the pain while they were on the rooftop. “Bernard!” he called, and after getting a response, started raving on about what happened. The older male allowed him to finish (there really was no point in trying to interrupt him), then told him the same thing his friend had tried to explain. “He wasn’t lying to you. The autopsy confirmed, an object impaled your father and it was self-inflicted.” And that, well… it didn’t set like it should have. It felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach, and after he closed himself in his fathers secret hideout to thrash and unleash the rage that he had been holding in on most of the equipment his father left behind, he looked collected when he was leaving the residence to return to his penthouse.

Returning to his penthouse, Osborn appeared much more defeated. He had to deal with the consequences of his own actions now, that might have potentially cost him the closest thing he had to a sibling. Collapsing onto the couch with a huff, his head turned when he heard a faint noise. Guilt set in, eyeing the other male. He wasn’t very good at admitting he was wrong, maybe that was something else he had in common with Norman. Since his passing, he was discovering more similarities between them that made him fear the worst. “I’m… sorry,” he said quietly, letting out a shaky breath. “Just… please, don’t give up on me. I don’t want to end up like my father. I can’t end up like him.”

Harry was fuming, the serum pushing him in more dangerous directions that were too familiar. Unfortunately, something else was familiar, too. His best friend. His voice was the sole thing keeping his sanity from entirely slipping away to the serum. “You know what? An attempt would have proven you gave enough of a shit!” They were more like brothers than best friends, and maybe that’s why he couldn’t take the extra leap into madness. Avenge me. His fathers voice pierced his thoughts, his brows furrowed. He obeyed the command, tackling Peter to the ground. “You weren’t my best friend, you were my brother, you asshole!” Kill him. Kill Peter! Prove your strength. The scream that he let out was torn from deep within his chest, fists slamming on the concrete next to the other male. Getting back to his feet, Harry was standing over him. “Just stop fucking lying to me!” With the last words rolling off of his tongue, he was on the glider again and left the other on the rooftop.

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felicia’s perched on the edge of a rooftop, blonde ponytail swaying in the wind and she’s overlooking the busy new york streets below her. for once it seems like the city’s quiet- no avengers level threat or even a spiderman level threat outside of the missing mutants but… nothing felicia could do about that right now. yet, she still tries her best to keep a watch over things, it’s what the defenders would want and she’s actively trying her best to not fall back into old habits; no matter how tempting they might be. she hears a familiar twhip behind her, followed by footsteps and a smile graces her delicate features. “is that an itsy, bitsy spider i hear?” the blonde’s turning around as she comes face to face with spiderman, taking a few steps closer to him until she’s just a few mere inches away. “and here i thought you were ignoring my calls. where’ve you been, lover? keeping a low profile, i assume.”

“Yeah, if I managed to get you shipped off somewhere for telling the truth, I’d probably keep my distance, too.” It wasn’t lost on Harry that he wasn’t really the one to blame for that, after all, he was the one who ranted and raved on to try to protect his father’s name. A bolt of rage shot through him when he heard the words: it doesn’t matter. Every impact their fight had made on his own life seemed like it was no big deal to Peter, not even weighing on his conscious. Sure, Spider-Man had bigger things to worry about in the grand scheme of it all, but Harry wasn’t Spider-Man and he didn’t have to pretend to understand the position he might have been in. Especially not when he was under the influence of the serum that only pushed him closer to a darker side for vengeance. His brows furrowed when his friend mentioned following in his father’s footsteps. Calling him ‘tiger’ like he always did, a pet name he had come to enjoy over the years because it was exclusive only to him. In the moment though, It just fanned the flames of the fire raging on within him. “You know how it ends, huh? So, what? You’re going to murder me like you murdered my father?” The glider was quiet for the most part, but there was a whistle in the mind when he whipped in Peter’s direction. He didn’t go directly for an attack yet, instead creating a circle loop, and coming to a quick halt in front of his friend. “Be my fucking guest.” The self-loathing was catching up to him; he was just mastering the art of redirecting it.

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After catching up with Peter and filling each other in on what they had been missing, the memories that had been lost since his return to New York came flooding back to him. He had been avoiding the friends closest to him in hopes of regaining his memories without help, when in reality, Peter was his missing piece to it all. That shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him, considering they were nearly inseparable from the beginning of their friendship. More surprising were the memories that he gained; his best friend in a Spider-Man suit, the suit, standing there in front of his father and leaving him for dead. The nasty right hook that sent him into a bookshelf and had him waking up in a hospital. That’s what prompted him to find an excuse to leave so abruptly and visit the secret hideout in his father’s house, rummaging through old experiments until he found what he was looking for: the goblin serum. After using just enough to get the full effect, Harry was inviting Peter to meet him at one of their old hangouts they would frequent for a surprise.

While he waited on the rooftop, Harry was zooming around on the goblin glider, like he had been when he was deep in thought. It wasn’t any more difficult than a skateboard had been, and honestly, it was fun. Unlike the other times, though, he was fully dressed in the redesigned suit, complete with a new mask that could be on or off with the push of a button. Hearing his best friend approach the rooftop, he smirked to himself. “Remember this, Peter?” he asked, his tone lower than usual. Glowing green eyes flickered to meet the other males. “You didn’t come see me since I’ve been back. You thought I remembered, didn’t you? Honestly, I didn’t. You did a number on me in our apartment and I couldn’t remember a lot, actually, but now… I’ve got it. You put the pieces back together for me. Unlike my father, I can design a suit that doesn’t puncture so easily.” With a quick click, his face was being covered by the mask in one fluid movement. “You knew this was coming, Spidey.”

⌜  ⁰⁰¹ peter parker. froy gutierrez. he/him. cismale. ⌟ looks like PETER PARKER has joined the search for the missing mutants. the TWENTY-THREE is known as SPIDER-MAN and works alongside THE AVENGERS. they were spotted recently in NYC, hopefully they’ll have some luck finding the missing mutants. ( cameron. 21+. he/him. est. )