Harry watched with wide, terrified eyes as his father and... What had formerly been his best friend left the building. He scrunched up his eyes, not only to prevent his tears from falling, but at the pain in his bloodied hand. Thinking back on it, it hadn't really hurt at the time when the symbiote had done it, but now it was stinging madly.

Peter was gone, his father was gone again, what else would be added to the list of unfortunate events he was forced to cope with? Harry almost scoffed, something was bound to come up knowing his terrible luck.

The team of heroes were back on their feet at this point, and White Tiger was coming towards him, her hand outstretched, Harry grumbled but took her hand and was lifted back up to his feet.

"Your hand doesn't look too bad," Iron Fist reassured, "it'll heal with time."

"Could've been a lot worse!" Powerman muttered, folding his arms and leaning back against a tattered bookshelf. Harry looked around, it was completely wrecked, books everywhere, debris collapsing onto the floor, he knew this would take a lot of explanation and a lot of money to fix. Shrugging, he remembered he was the rich son of a CEO.

Or, at least he was the son of a rich CEO turned psycho Goblin creature.

"Are you okay Harry?" White Tiger asked, her voice softer than usual as she put a comforting hand on the boys shoulder. Harry wished he could say yes, that everything was fine, but with all that had happened today, he doubt he'd ever be fine.

Not until Peter was back safe... If he ever came back at all.

But what got Harry's thoughts stirring most of all, was the ultimate question, where was Spiderman in all of this? Wasn't he and his little band of heroes everywhere trouble was? Harry snorted, some hero Spiderman was.

"Not really," he admitted, "but hey- what can you do?" He tried to sound lighthearted, but his words seemed to fail and slurred together, sighing, he turned away and stared at the shattered window before him. Frowning, he said, "so, where's Spiderman? Isn't he supposed to protect us?" He said the words mockingly, which just earned a slow exchange of glances from the group of heroes.

"It's- it's complicated Harry" White Tiger replied, her voice dropping, she seemed sad, or from what Harry could tell that is. She looked defeated, scared, sad-

"Where's Spiderman?" Harry repeated, this time an edge to his tone.

Powerman glanced at Nova and sighed, "he deserves to know!" He said, his voice dropping into a low whisper that Harry could just about hear.

Harry suddenly started to feel panic flare up inside, "what? What do I deserve to know?" He demanded, feeling scared, why should he be scared? What, was Spiderman dead or something? Why should he care? The panic only worsened at that thought, god is Spiderman dead?

"Well...under these circumstances I feel that the best thing to do is... Tell him the truth" said Iron Fist.

"Harry," White Tiger made him look at her, "there's something you should know"

"What?"

"Spiderman has been compromised, and we wouldn't tell you this unless-" Nova trailed off, he just looked back at Iron Fist for help, the latter did so, stepping forward and immediately taking charge.

"Peter is Spiderman"

Three words, who knew that three little words could break someone's mind? Harry just found himself numb with shock, Peter, Peter Parker was Spiderman? Wall crawling menace as dubbed by J Jonah Jameson, Puny Parker was hero Spiderman?

He found himself laughing, and he couldn't stop, he was shaking, he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and just smiled at the team. "Peter? Spiderman? Yeah sure, thanks for trying to cheer me up but you can go now!"

Harry mentally scoffed, how gullible did they think he was? Peter, his best friend who usually told him everything, all his deepest, darkest secrets, Spiderman. The one person who ruined Harry's life, the one person Harry detested more than anything else. Spiderman.

"Harry, this isn't a joke. You want proof? Here." Nova threw something both soft and hard at Harry's chest, the latter caught it, gazed down at it confused before realising that he was now holding Peter's backpack.

Red fabric was poking out from inside, intrigued, Harry slowly undid the zipper, dreading what he may find inside.

And sure enough, he was soon pulling out the red and blue suit that belonged to Spiderman.

Definitely not cosplay, this suit seemed too genuine to be purchased from a clothing store, it was smooth and clearly hand stitched. Harry knew Peter liked to sew- shaking his head, he was struck with the realisation. The heroes weren't lying. This was clearly not a prank. This was real.

Peter was Spiderman, Spiderman was Peter- Harry didn't know, he was too numb with shock to even process his own thoughts. All this time, Peter had been Spiderman, and all this time he had refused to tell his own best friend the truth. Harry found himself trembling, he drew in a couple of shaky breaths, thinking back to all those times that Spiderman- no. Peter had ruined his life.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Harry demanded, his voice low, breaking with each word. He hated it.

"You have to understand, he couldn't, for his and your own safety!" White Tiger insisted, yet again trying to comfort Harry.

He just pulled away, "what, did he not trust me? Was I not worthy enough to know the identity of Spiderman?" He turned to glare at each of them, "I bet he told all of you, didn't he?"

All four heroes just looked to the floor, Harry opened his mouth to say another thing but was stopped when Nick Fury came hobbling towards them, a stern look in his single eye which was directed at Harry. And suddenly, Harry didn't feel so tough anymore, all the anger that he'd previously felt vanished in an instant when this man came up to him.

He's so heckin' big, Harry thought slowly, he stopped himself, he needed to focus, there must have been a reason why Peter never told him his identity! A reason why he didn't trust him- Harry stepped backwards when Nick Fury cleared his throat, respecting the taller man.

"Parker had his reasons for not telling you his identity," Fury said, "and now that The Green Goblin has taken him, it's only a matter of time before he finds out too." He started pacing, which was something Harry knew Fury usually did. If he'd told Peter to keep his identity a secret, Harry could understand why he listened, this man looked strong enough to break you like a toothpick. He swallowed hard, shaking that image out of his head.

"But if Peter's Spiderman and he's gone...won't people get suspicious?" Harry inquired tentatively. Fury gave him another stern look, but it soon softened as he realised that Harry was in fact right. If Peter Parker was reported missing, and Spiderman was nowhere to be found, no doubt people would start getting suspicious.

"You're right," Fury continued, "and that's why in the meantime, you are going to be Spiderman."