"It's like you didn't even listen to me," I rolled my eyes, "I told you, the methods matter as well as the result. Tell me, if the situations were reversed would you do it? Would you throw your pride and listen to some man who thinks you're worth a piece of paper and some ink? What about the Osborn pride? Would you do this?"
Norman looked stunned. He looked at me and then the cheque with an open mouth before he smiled. He threw his head back and laughed. I looked at Harry questioningly, he shrugged, guess he didn't know what was going on either.
"You are a remarkable young man Peter," Norman took the cheque and tore it into pieces, "I'm sorry to have insulted you with this gesture. If you truly don't wish to make repression for Harry's actions then I will believe you. If you ever need anything from me Peter, just ask. Have a good day," he turned and walked away, glaring at Harry, "we'll talk more at home."
"Y-yes father," Harry nodded, refusing to meet the man's eyes. A limo down the street pulled up and Norman got it, driving away.
I looked at Harry, "you're dad's kind of intense huh?"
"You have no idea," he replied. Believe me Harry, I think I do.
I went home that day exhausted. Colleen was really pushing me in the dojo, by now I was very efficient with the katana, I was fast and precise, and while I couldn't take on Colleen herself, I was quickly becoming one of the best in the dojo.
As I sat in my basement lab though that night I was burdened by money. I just let twenty thousand dollars slip out of my hands. And because what? The guy who will one day become my arch enemy offered to pay me off?...Actually no, that's a very good reason.
But money still bugged me. May and Ben were barely making ends meet. Ben was working two shifts and me spending almost all my money on Spider-man stuff didn't leave much for me to spend outside.
I needed to make money, but how? My first thought was to make something freaking amazing and patent it. Peter was a genius, and I wasn't an idiot either, surely we could think of something right?
But no, every idea I came up with was either too expensive to research, too complex to be marketable or too stupid. Don't even get me started on the business side of things, patenting alone will cost 300$ and I needed money now!
There was no way I was ever going to resort to taking pictures of myself and selling them to JJ. Honestly journalism was dying and secrecy has no place in the modern world. Everyone has a cell phone, if I was to venture out into the light with the suit on I would be an internet meme in seconds.
There were other jobs though, such as online marketing and white hat hacking, where one is hired by a company to try and hack into their serves, if you do and if you can help them patch their server up they would be more than willing to pay you generously. Only problem, I wasn't sure Peter's skills were good enough.
So I was basically fucked. I had no skills I could market and no way to make money. I was tempted to just steal the cash, just break into one of the many GST warehouses I knew for a fact had stores of cash and steal it all. But, once more, stupid morales got in the way.
I could make investments in companies I knew for a fact would be huge in the future...but once again, I need capital for that to happen.
I sighed, I walked upstairs to ask aunt May what I should do when I found her glued to the TV.
"Aunt May, what's going on?" I asked.
"It's terrible Peter, some kind of fight broke out!" she cried pointing to the TV. I turned and gasped.
It was a news coverage of a battle happening in the middle of Madison Avenue. I saw a man dressed in metallic armour with a green cape around his shoulders raising his hands into the air throwing lightning out in arcs.
Suddenly a fire bolt came flying down and crashed into the man. However the armoured man grabbed the fire bolt and threw him into a big giant orange rock thing and-wait, that's The Thing!
My eyes widened, "aunt May I have to go back to school, I forgot something. I'll be back in an hour or so!" I yelled out as I ran to my basement ignoring her cries for me to stop.
I grabbed my costume and put it on, in a minute I was dressed in my costume, web shooters ready and fully loaded. I snuck out of my home and jumped from tree to tree, hiding in the shadows until I was far away to swing away.
That was Doom, the man with the green cape. And fire ball wasn't a ball of fire, it was The Human torch, Johnny Storm. The Fantastic Four got their powers a few weeks ago, guess Victor Von Doom did as well. And now they were tearing up the city, I needed to help them, to stop Doom.
I swung out of Queen within ten minutes, my heart was pounding, excited and dreading the coming fight. I don't know why I'm doing this, the FF can handle Doom, right? They are the good guys, they don't need my help.
Then….no, I have to do this. I need to get my name out there in the public eye, Spider-man needs to step into the light and be seen as a good guy. The FF have been many things, but the one thing they are always known for is being a hero, and if I make my debut with them? There would be no question of what I wanted to do.
I swung into New York for the first time, the tall buildings were perfect for my kind of fighting. I swung around to Madison avenue just as a car came flying at me triggering my spider senses.
'Seriously?!' yelled out as I let go of the web line and landing on the hood of the car flying backwards. I looked down and saw Doom right before me and I got an idea.
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