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Finally I drew it aaaaughhhhghg kjkjkk XD

Anyways, I decided not just explain some bits of what was happening between them but write my favorite fic-like one-shot, so enjoy ^^

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Everything was so blurred, loud noises, screams, all the sounds were combining, turning into scary music... The scare sonata that was echoing everywhere... Until.

Peter's eyes snapped open. The first thought that came to mind was, "What's going on?" But the answer didn't wait for long when he heard quite whine of pain. Looking there, his eyes widened and he stepped back, letting go of Harry.

He fell on the floor and started to cough loudly, it was hard for him to breath. Peter took step back, then again and again. No. No it didn't happen. It didn't happen. His mind was screaming at him, telling to run away and hide somewhere. Anywhere where he can't be found.

"What's going on here, i----" Norman stopped mid sentence and looked at Peter, then at Harry and again at Peter. His eyes widened, realization hit him, while he quickly run towards his son, "What happened here?" He asked, glaring at Peter. His voice was cold and dark.

"I- I didn't mean it! M-mr Osborn, i-i'm sorry!" Peter took another step back. His hands hurt. He looked at them and saw nothing but thin pale skin. No claws. Only his hands. Only his shaking hands and pain, "I- i couldn't control it!"

At that moment he sounded pathetic. Nothing but a whining idiot trying to explain what happened here. Norman said nothing, only looked at his son and quickly stood, "You'll explain everything later, help me get my son in the hospital"

This sentence sounded like a thunder in summer sky. Peter's heart skipped a beat as the thought that he almost killed Harry appeared in his head. And no matter how much he was trying to deny it, to shake it off, it was always returning.

"Come on Pete, it's not that bad as you see it" It's been hours since they got in the hospital and Harry's wounds were bandaged. Hours of scary thoughts appearing in Peter's head. Harry sighed, seeing that Peter didn't even look at him, "Pete" He tried to touch his shoulder, but Peter moved away.

"I... This THING could have killed you." He said quietly and shut his eyes when blurred memories appeared in his head, "I told you it was the worst idea ever, why didn't you just listen to me?" He glared at Harry and again, looked away.

Harry sighed and looked away. Peter only lowered his head and walked slowly towards exit. But before he managed to leave, he met face to face with Norman Osborn. He was looking at him with serious stare, but this stare softened a bit, upon seeing his face, "What happened back there?"

Peter looked away and tightened the grip on his right arm, "I... i Don't remember sir." He said quietly, gaining bit surprised look from Norman, "All i remember is that... Harry had a plan and decided to try and see if it's going to work and it..." He looked at Harry, "It didn't work as he... as we expected."

"And what was this plan of yours?" He asked and looked at him, Peter looked down and nervously bit his lip. He didn't want to tell. He didn't want anybody else to know. But... But he had to tell him. He was his best friend's father and he needs to know. At least a bit of it.

"Harry wanted to talk to... someone and it ended a disaster" He said slowly, trying to avoid any mention of what or who this thing was. Norman looked at him for few moments, before slowly running a hand at his cheek, touching his 'scar'.

"Where did you get this?" He asked. Peter nervously smiled and stepped back, trying not to show how much this 'scar' actually hurt. But when he did it, he noticed how Norman looked at him, "Peter, i want to know"

"This, i... I don't..." Peter took a step back, not knowing how to answer. Answering the truth is going to be the worst possible thing to do ever. But if he doesn't answer at least something, Norman will find it out by himself and in not best way for Peter, "That thing left them, but they will heal quickly!" He said and laughed a bit.

But this laugh sounded too forced, so Peter decided to quickly leave before he was asked even more questions. Seeing how quickly Peter disappeared, Norman looked at his son. Harry only shook his shoulder, "That's just Pete" He said and smiled a bit. But deep down he knew, something was very wrong with this, 'that's just Peter' thing.

Peter quickly walked out of the hospital and took a deep breath. His bit rapid heartbeat slowed down and he managed to calm down. But even so, something wasn't feeling right. Something... wasn't right... And he knew what this something was.

"I never wanted this. I never asked for this. Why can't my life just give me a break, at least for one moment?" He asked, looking at his hands. Both his hands had giant 'scar-like' marks. These marks were hurting, "I'm tired"

He looked around and saw how people were looking at him. Some with pity, some with question and some even with fear. Fear. This word hit him in the heart. What these people were fearing? He is just Peter Parker. Just Peter Parker with lots of 'scars', just a lot of scars and... His eyes widened. He completely forgot.

Not wasting another moment, he run towards Oscorp. He didn't know why he was running there, but something was just telling him to do it. Once he was there and standing next to the window, he finally stopped and took a deep breath. Sitting there and looked at the city from the high, he touched his ears. Of course.

They were hurting and were a bit pointy. Side effect from the "switch" as he preferred to call it. Everything going to go to normal after some time, just like these scars are going to heal, but... No. No don't thing about it. He shook his head and closed his eyes. He was sitting like this for seconds. Minutes or maybe hours, he didn't know. All he knew about was that this is one of worst things ever happening to him.

"What can possibly be worse than this?" He asked quietly and ran a hand through his hair. It was starting to turn from funny, to scary. If he won't find the solution, or antidote, or anything else, everything is going to end very badly. He was sure of it.

"That you leave your friends that want to help you" Peter winced and turned around. Harry, when did he even managed to... Peter looked around and saw that it was evening already. For how long he was sitting here?

Harry walked towards the window and opened it, letting Peter in. He slowly climbed there and crossed arms on his chest. He was still feeling guilty because of what happened and he was sure that this guilt will never go away.

Harry said nothing, just walked closer to him and finally out a hand on his back, "it's okay Pete, just don't let it get to you. We'll find the solution, i promise" He said and raised his fist. Peter looked at him, but didn't fist bumped him back. Harry lowered his hand and looked away, "Maybe it didn't go as i planned, but i did manage to figure something out"

Peter looked at him and saw how Harry was smiling at him, "He is not a mindless thing we thought he was, there's still a chance to talk it all out" He said but seeing how Peter's face paled, he quickly add, "Not like i did it this time, absolutely not!"

Peter couldn't help but chuckle. His pointy ears rose a bit, "Thanks Harry" He said and smiled a bit. Harry smiled back and pat his back, before walking towards the sofa and sitting there. He looked at Pete and waited for him to sit too.

"No problem Pete, that's what friends for, right?" He asked with a smirk. Peter smiled and raised his fist in the air. Harry did the same and they fist bumped, before looking at each other and soon starting to laugh out of nowhere.

Maybe the life is full of surprises, good or bad, but still surprises, but when there's friends by your side... Peter looked at Harry. He was still laughing and this laughing made Peter smile... Nothing will be impossible.

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And this is it! And you know i really liked to write about them. Maybe not that much in the ultimate spider man style, but like, you can't blame me!

I have my own style of writing and this style includes a lot of mysteries, two side meanings and cliffhangers soooo yeah, might do some sort of similar thing again in the future. JKJkjskdjaksd XD

Edit.
And also, all the scenes (and fic itself from now on) will be/are FULLY from PETER'S perspective. HE is the main character is my story/fic/au.
I'm making this clear because i feel the need to do this.

Description

Finally I drew it aaaaughhhhghg kjkjkk XD

Anyways, I decided not just explain some bits of what was happening between them but write my favorite fic-like one-shot, so enjoy ^^

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Everything was so blurred, loud noises, screams, all the sounds were combining, turning into scary music... The scare sonata that was echoing everywhere... Until.

Peter's eyes snapped open. The first thought that came to mind was, "What's going on?" But the answer didn't wait for long when he heard quite whine of pain. Looking there, his eyes widened and he stepped back, letting go of Harry.

He fell on the floor and started to cough loudly, it was hard for him to breath. Peter took step back, then again and again. No. No it didn't happen. It didn't happen. His mind was screaming at him, telling to run away and hide somewhere. Anywhere where he can't be found.

"What's going on here, i----" Norman stopped mid sentence and looked at Peter, then at Harry and again at Peter. His eyes widened, realization hit him, while he quickly run towards his son, "What happened here?" He asked, glaring at Peter. His voice was cold and dark.

"I- I didn't mean it! M-mr Osborn, i-i'm sorry!" Peter took another step back. His hands hurt. He looked at them and saw nothing but thin pale skin. No claws. Only his hands. Only his shaking hands and pain, "I- i couldn't control it!"

At that moment he sounded pathetic. Nothing but a whining idiot trying to explain what happened here. Norman said nothing, only looked at his son and quickly stood, "You'll explain everything later, help me get my son in the hospital"

This sentence sounded like a thunder in summer sky. Peter's heart skipped a beat as the thought that he almost killed Harry appeared in his head. And no matter how much he was trying to deny it, to shake it off, it was always returning.

"Come on Pete, it's not that bad as you see it" It's been hours since they got in the hospital and Harry's wounds were bandaged. Hours of scary thoughts appearing in Peter's head. Harry sighed, seeing that Peter didn't even look at him, "Pete" He tried to touch his shoulder, but Peter moved away.

"I... This THING could have killed you." He said quietly and shut his eyes when blurred memories appeared in his head, "I told you it was the worst idea ever, why didn't you just listen to me?" He glared at Harry and again, looked away.

Harry sighed and looked away. Peter only lowered his head and walked slowly towards exit. But before he managed to leave, he met face to face with Norman Osborn. He was looking at him with serious stare, but this stare softened a bit, upon seeing his face, "What happened back there?"

Peter looked away and tightened the grip on his right arm, "I... i Don't remember sir." He said quietly, gaining bit surprised look from Norman, "All i remember is that... Harry had a plan and decided to try and see if it's going to work and it..." He looked at Harry, "It didn't work as he... as we expected."

"And what was this plan of yours?" He asked and looked at him, Peter looked down and nervously bit his lip. He didn't want to tell. He didn't want anybody else to know. But... But he had to tell him. He was his best friend's father and he needs to know. At least a bit of it.

"Harry wanted to talk to... someone and it ended a disaster" He said slowly, trying to avoid any mention of what or who this thing was. Norman looked at him for few moments, before slowly running a hand at his cheek, touching his 'scar'.

"Where did you get this?" He asked. Peter nervously smiled and stepped back, trying not to show how much this 'scar' actually hurt. But when he did it, he noticed how Norman looked at him, "Peter, i want to know"

"This, i... I don't..." Peter took a step back, not knowing how to answer. Answering the truth is going to be the worst possible thing to do ever. But if he doesn't answer at least something, Norman will find it out by himself and in not best way for Peter, "That thing left them, but they will heal quickly!" He said and laughed a bit.

But this laugh sounded too forced, so Peter decided to quickly leave before he was asked even more questions. Seeing how quickly Peter disappeared, Norman looked at his son. Harry only shook his shoulder, "That's just Pete" He said and smiled a bit. But deep down he knew, something was very wrong with this, 'that's just Peter' thing.

Peter quickly walked out of the hospital and took a deep breath. His bit rapid heartbeat slowed down and he managed to calm down. But even so, something wasn't feeling right. Something... wasn't right... And he knew what this something was.

"I never wanted this. I never asked for this. Why can't my life just give me a break, at least for one moment?" He asked, looking at his hands. Both his hands had giant 'scar-like' marks. These marks were hurting, "I'm tired"

He looked around and saw how people were looking at him. Some with pity, some with question and some even with fear. Fear. This word hit him in the heart. What these people were fearing? He is just Peter Parker. Just Peter Parker with lots of 'scars', just a lot of scars and... His eyes widened. He completely forgot.

Not wasting another moment, he run towards Oscorp. He didn't know why he was running there, but something was just telling him to do it. Once he was there and standing next to the window, he finally stopped and took a deep breath. Sitting there and looked at the city from the high, he touched his ears. Of course.

They were hurting and were a bit pointy. Side effect from the "switch" as he preferred to call it. Everything going to go to normal after some time, just like these scars are going to heal, but... No. No don't thing about it. He shook his head and closed his eyes. He was sitting like this for seconds. Minutes or maybe hours, he didn't know. All he knew about was that this is one of worst things ever happening to him.

"What can possibly be worse than this?" He asked quietly and ran a hand through his hair. It was starting to turn from funny, to scary. If he won't find the solution, or antidote, or anything else, everything is going to end very badly. He was sure of it.

"That you leave your friends that want to help you" Peter winced and turned around. Harry, when did he even managed to... Peter looked around and saw that it was evening already. For how long he was sitting here?

Harry walked towards the window and opened it, letting Peter in. He slowly climbed there and crossed arms on his chest. He was still feeling guilty because of what happened and he was sure that this guilt will never go away.

Harry said nothing, just walked closer to him and finally out a hand on his back, "it's okay Pete, just don't let it get to you. We'll find the solution, i promise" He said and raised his fist. Peter looked at him, but didn't fist bumped him back. Harry lowered his hand and looked away, "Maybe it didn't go as i planned, but i did manage to figure something out"

Peter looked at him and saw how Harry was smiling at him, "He is not a mindless thing we thought he was, there's still a chance to talk it all out" He said but seeing how Peter's face paled, he quickly add, "Not like i did it this time, absolutely not!"

Peter couldn't help but chuckle. His pointy ears rose a bit, "Thanks Harry" He said and smiled a bit. Harry smiled back and pat his back, before walking towards the sofa and sitting there. He looked at Pete and waited for him to sit too.

"No problem Pete, that's what friends for, right?" He asked with a smirk. Peter smiled and raised his fist in the air. Harry did the same and they fist bumped, before looking at each other and soon starting to laugh out of nowhere.

Maybe the life is full of surprises, good or bad, but still surprises, but when there's friends by your side... Peter looked at Harry. He was still laughing and this laughing made Peter smile... Nothing will be impossible.

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And this is it! And you know i really liked to write about them. Maybe not that much in the ultimate spider man style, but like, you can't blame me!

I have my own style of writing and this style includes a lot of mysteries, two side meanings and cliffhangers soooo yeah, might do some sort of similar thing again in the future. JKJkjskdjaksd XD

Edit.
And also, all the scenes (and fic itself from now on) will be/are FULLY from PETER'S perspective. HE is the main character is my story/fic/au.
I'm making this clear because i feel the need to do this.