***Dedicated to Steloudi***

My life has always been very clear. Leading my company to make sure that I could be on top of the business world. No Tony Stark or others would stand a chance against me. I wanted to make sure my family would have nothing to worry about. But nothing in the world would have prepared me for this. Nothing...and how it would change our lives forever.

Dear Lord, help me.

*NYC - Oscorp movie theatre*

"I had some much fun today, Pete. I haven't been to a baseball match for a long time. Thanks for joining me."

"I had a great time too. We should hang out more often."

"Definitely. Hey, wanna come over and have a snack?", Harry suggested when the limo drove towards Oscorp.

"Sure, why not. Is Norman working late again?", Peter asked.

"As always. I hardly see him, he's trying to catch up what he missed as The Gobby. And you know what kind of a workaholic he is."

"You're sure right about that. I admire his ability to run such a big company. It must be hard."

"You have no idea. But hey we're here."

*The Osborn penthouse*

Boys continued their evening by playing and chit-chatting about their lives. Peter had taken this day completely free to spend more time with his bestie. They had so fun that time flew faster than they even expected.

"Sorry Har, but I must be on my way now. I promised Aunt May I would come home early for once."

"I understand. Thanks for coming over anyway. See ya tomorrow", Harry escorted Peter out. When he returned to the apartment, he sighed.

One lonely night ahead again.

Starting to clean pizza boxes and other trashes away, soon Harry heard steps and the door opening. Turning to look, he saw his father coming in.

"Dad? What are you doing here? I thought you were working late this evening."

"I was supposed to but I decided to give myself an opportunity to relax and called it a day. As a matter of fact, I'm taking a whole week off. That means we can take a trip or do something special. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?", Norman smiled at his son.

"Y-yeah...", Harry followed Norman to the kitchen and put the boxes on the table.

Shit...

"Now, I was thinking that we could take a tour around New York. There are so many places I want to show you. Like..."

"Sounds lovely, Dad. But umm..."

"Yes?", Norman turned to see him. "Is there a problem?"

"Actually, yeah. I'm leaving next week."

"Leaving? Where?"

"Well, there is a massive baseball event held in Australia and Peter managed to get us tickets. A couple of friends of ours, Flash Thompson and Miles Morales are coming too. Remember that kid who was playing here with us one day?"

"Yes, I do. But to Australia...it's so far away!"

"But this event is held for the first time in years and I really wanna go. So I hope you don't mind."

"On the contrary, I do. I arranged this holiday for you. We haven't spent time together in ages and when we're getting the opportunity, you travel almost to the other side of the globe. No."

"But I have waited for this event for months! You can't deny this!"

"And you didn't think about asking me first?"

"I tried but you were always too busy to listen. Your work was more important", Harry said, offended.

"It's not like that. I work because I wanna make sure you have everything you need. You know you're the most important to me", Norman answered.

"If that's so, then you let me travel. It's only a couple of weeks, possibly a bit longer if we decide to travel there. Then we can go."

"So you're going to be gone almost for a month? And you boys would travel without no one looking after you? Absolutely not. It's way too risky and dangerous."

"In what way?!"

"Because you're just a boy and I would miss you too much. So no, you can forget such thoughts. You're not going."

"Dad, please..."

"NO, Harry. You can call me a party pooper, but I'm doing what every reasonable parent would do. I'm afraid you have to cancel the trip", Norman took some coffee. Harry looked at him in total silence for a couple of minutes until stormed out of the kitchen. Sitting down, Norman looked out of the window and sighed.

Once again he's mad at me. What do I do wrong when I try to be a caring father?

Upstairs, Harry slammed the door behind him and collapsed on his bed. Norman was such an idiot...always ruining everything. Had no word to say in this house.

I don't wanna see him. He's such a jerk.

Pulling the blanket over his head, Harry decided to sleep over the night to clear his anger. Maybe things will look better in the morning.

-o-o-o-

The morning continued in awkward silence. Osborns sat in the kitchen, eating breakfast without speaking. They were still on bad terms.

"Want some cereals? I ordered your favorite ones", Norman tried to talk. Harry just grunted.

Great...

"Well, I'm in my study when you're ready to converse. You better eat up before the food gets cold", the man gave up, grabbed a newspaper, and headed towards the stairs. Suddenly a knock on the door stopped him.

Who could it possibly be this early? Well, perhaps it's Peter coming to visit. Those boys sure know how to read their minds like twins.

Norman made a quick check that he didn't look absolutely terrible and then opened the door. But it wasn't Peter as he had expected.

"Yes?", he was looking at a blond-haired woman who stood in front of him. "Can I help you?"

"Hello, Norman", the woman answered and smiled. Norman looked back confusedly.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"You don't recognize me? Well, I couldn't possibly expect it. It's been years."

"I'm sorry, but you must have...", Norman went quiet when he had a better look at this mysterious person. Finally, his eyes widened.

"No..."

"Yes, it's me, love. I'm so happy to see you."

"No, this is impossible...you're dead! You...you...", Norman retreated into the living room as the woman stepped in and closed the door.

"You have an amazing apartment. I knew you could accomplish something like this sooner, or later."

Norman could only stare back. Suddenly Harry called out to him.

"Dad, who was it? Was it Peter?"

"Is that...?", the woman asked. When Harry a moment later walked in, he stopped in surprise.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were my friend. I leave you to it."

But instead of smiling politely back, the woman walked towards the teen, tears in her eyes. She stopped in front of Harry and put her hand on his cheek.

"My baby...you've grown so much. If only you knew how much I have thought about you."

"Uhh Dad, what is going on...?", Harry slipped to his father. "Who is she?"

"She's...", Norman gulped. "She's..."

"Yeah?"

"She's...she's my wife, son. And your mother."