Norman Osborn had Harry do some tests.
"Super strength, super flexibility, sticking to surfaces, you sure you can't make webs?"
Harry was getting pretty annoyed by being treated like a lab rat.
Sure, these superpowers are cool and all, aside from everything sticking, but he isn't really liking getting locked up in a safe house for protection against some delusional spy organisations.
He wants to use these powers to help Peter.
He doesn't know how.
"Dad, what about Peter? Did you find a cure?"
"We are working on recreating the spider that bit you, since it might be of some help. It cured your genetic disease, so it might be able to cure Peter—"
"You are lying! I can see it in your eyes! You just want to create more freaks like me, don't you!?"
"Harry Osborn! Is this the way you talk to your father!?"
Harry would have backed down after Norman's scolding, if he was the wimp before gaining superpowers.
But not anymore.
"I am leaving. I need to help Peter."
Harry started leaving, but Norman's voice looking down at him made him freeze.
"And how will you do that? You can't barely pass your exams. You failed your entrance exams for elite schools, that I had to put you into an average school.
When I was your age, I had already started Oscorp.
I came from nothing! Unlike you—"
"Is it my fault then? Shouldn't you be happy that you can provide your kid a lot more than your parents?"
"But what about you? I am giving you everything, and even then, you are such an embarrassment.
Look at Peter. He didn't have any privilege that you did. When you are barely passing your exams, he has already made the most secure operating system in the world!
He had an unfortunate accident. And he is trying to fix it, reading all research papers and looking like he already has many ideas.
And you, are a disappointment.
The only thing you have going on about you is my money, and accident from my lab!"
Angry and frustrated, Harry left the safehouse.
"Where are you going!? I am not finished yet! Guards!"
Harry easily dodged the guards and ran away.
He put on his hoodie, and climbed a tower nearby. Loss in thought.
He took out his phone, wondering if he should call MJ. He has given the excuse that he is on an emergency business trip.
Why is his father hiding him!?
...No. He should first call Peter and ask if he can do something for him.
He might not be smart, but these superpowers should be of some help, right?
*Bang!*
Harry's hairs stood up.
Did he just hear a gunshot!?
And the direction...
No! No! No!
Please no!