Norman stood behind his desk looking out the windows, the view of the city disgusted him. All of those weaklings walking, walking on his street, his city street. He paid for this private road, so they ought to pay a little respect. Instead these same people who believed in a faux freedom in this God-forsaken country didn't even look at his building.

He turned back to his desk and sat down, life was not going his way lately. Harry was acting like Oscorp already belonged to him, his project on a touch based EMP was bogus and Norman was pretty fed up with the lack of results. Harry had always been like his mother, a monster not realizing his own potential, refusing to take power, always giving in to weaker minds.

His thoughts began to drift more and more when his butler arrived. The man looked older than time itself and he was the one person Norman could count on to shut up and do what he was told.
“Norman your son is here to see you.” Bernard said. He looked like a man about to have his head cut off, which Norman Osborn loved, a little fear meant things got done faster.

“Send him in.” he said calmly, and his Butler turned to leave the room.

When he left the room Norman looked at some documents on his desk concerning the jet-wing stability issues. It was his favorite creation, but everybody said that no normal human could ever stay on top of it. If they wanted a slower one they could make it themselves, he was going to be richer than ever once he completed it.

Harry stepped into the room carefully, trying not to disturb his father. He was in a light blue button-down shirt with Grey slacks. This was rather formal for him, normally he would wear a rock band T-shirt and jeans. Maybe he was starting to grow up, but Norman doubted it. Norman looked up at Harry waiting hear what he had to say.

“We have had a major breakthrough in Experimental Technologies.” Harry said meekly.
“Is this your pet project that has been going nowhere in the one year you've had it.” Norman replied with a grimace.

The mention of the problems Harry had been having clearly upset him, but he shrugged it off and kept going.
“No actually it's a spin-off of that project. This one will change everything.” Harry said with a sudden air of confidence.
“I'll believe it when I see it, where is this um..spin-off.” said Norman.
“I'll show you.” Harry replied
And so Norman stood up and fallowed Harry out the door. Harry led them all the way to an elegant red elevator. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them, Norman had noted. Harry always seemed a little weak, but he was getting worse lately, like the universe was about to collapse.
The stepped out of the elevator and walk down a couple more industrial looking hallways, and then they walked into a giant lab, in which he was standing on the balcony.

He saw a bunch of people snacking, this disgusted Norman, highly trained scientists being paid $20 an hour to sit on their lazy rear ends.
“Harry what are they doing?” Norman inquired
“They are taking a well earned break.” Harry replied weakly.
“I do not pay people to take breaks, I pay them to work, why should they be sitting around?” Said Norman, “In fact, I don't see why you should keep waisting my money just to make them LAZY!!!” Yelled Norman.

Harry looked like he was about to argue but stopped. Turned and looked around the room meekly, and then said: “ you heard him, get back to work.” He said this, but his heart was not in what he was saying.
Norman scowled at what he was seeing. This was the work of a weakling; one who could not lead. He would have probably continued to fuss over the work ethic if Harry hadn't walked over to what looked like a metal glove.

“This is the close range PPP, you can get up to 12m with this glove. It is designed to focus on one target, and leave the others alone.” Harry said with renewed confidence.
“What is a PPP Harry?” Norman asked.
“Plasma Partial Pulser; it works similar to an EMP, but is much easier to focus. Let me show you.” Harry said.
They walked over to a Plexiglas test center. Norman had them installed because of high explosives.

“Alan, show it off.” Harry said.
Norman grimaced, Harry was again not showing any strength, using a persons first name was considered a peer to peer attitude, if Harry is going rise to the top he will have to drop his low-life terms.

Alan was now standing in the test zone. He was wearing what looked like a giant battery on his back and the glove was on his hand. Harry had signaled for all clear so the show was about to begin.
“You'll love this Dad.” said Harry

Alan turned to a truck in the room, the truck was clearly turned on. It's engine was rumbling loudly.
Alan raised his glove and pulled the trigger in his other hand. Nothing happened. Norman Was suddenly thinking that clearing everybody out wouldn't be a bad idea. He didn't want a plasma bomb on their hands, but then Alan spoke up.
“The battery died. Sorry Harry.” Said Alan.

That did it. The lack of respect, the failure to complete a task, not following proper procedures, and have a snack during work hours all told Norman one thing.
“Harry, the money fund this project has been pulled. You have shown me that you aren't ready to lead a project, much less a company. You may find another task within this department, or find a job somewhere else, but you will not be leading anything anymore. And as for this disrespectful crew of yours, they're fired.” Norman said coldly, then turned to leave the room with Harry gaping.


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Peter heard a knock on his apartment door. He thought that it was awfully late for company. When he opened up it was Harry standing there looking like he had just been shot.
“What happened Harry.” Peter asked rather concerned.
“My Dad cut the funding for my project.” Harry said.
“Come on in.” Peter said,
Harry walked in slowly while dragging his feet, and sat down on the tattered yellow couch in the living room.
“So what happened, is this the one you made a breakthrough on, or the other one.” asked Peter.
“Sorta both actually, it was a spin-off designed to take out machinery and electronics, but without permanently damaging them. He got mad at me for not treating my co-workers like dirt. Maybe he is right, I am to week, I just don't know.” Harry said emotionally.

Peter wasn't sure how to handle this, to him Norman had always been a bit of a weasel, but for Harry life had always been hard, no matter how much he did his father hated him because he was too selfish to realize this was his son he was ruining. Peter never could figure out how to this, and Peter kept hoping Harry's dad would come to his senses.

“Maybe you should take a break from it all, go see someone you haven't seen in a while or go somewhere you've always want to. Man what I would give for the money you have.” Peter said.

Harry grinned for a slight moment, but it didn't last and then there was an awkward moment between the two of them. Suddenly they heard shouts and thumping from above.
“GO! GO! GO! GOOO!!! TOUCHDOWN!!!!!” they both heard followed by a couple more jumps and then Somebody jumped down from the loft above. It was Flash Thompson, who used to be Peters Bully but went on to be Peters friend and roommate.
“Man Peter! Roger Nowell caught a 65 yard touchdown. It was awesome.” Flash said, then looked at Harry who was giving Flash the deer in the headlights stare. Flash then said “Sorry if I scared you man, I just got exited.”
“Thats ok.” Harry said quietly clearly still a little stunned.

Flash went back up into the loft, and Peter and Harry walked to the kitchen.
“So want anything to eat” asked Peter.
“No I've seen your cooking.” Harry said with a grin.
“Get me some cheese sticks Peter, will ya.” Hollered Flash.
“ I'll stick some in the microwave.” Peter Hollered back. Then turned to Harry.
“Hey, why don't we go see if my shipment came and then go out to take your mind off of things.”


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Dr. Octavius just sat there on the edge of his bed shaking, he knew that Cletus was betraying him, he just had to be. The boy just stank of being Osborn's puppet, and Connors had taken a liking to him. Why couldn't Connors see the trap? Octavius knew that his days were numbered, the shipments from Brazil backfired, he thought had covered all his tracks but Osborn some how found out.

He sat there looking at a picture from graduation. The arms weren't worth this, what he would give for peace, but now he was always looking over his shoulder, screaming at people he cared about and hid from public eye. He wanted this all to end. He sighed and got up, then walked out to the living room. The arms may not be worth this, but he would kill everyone on this planet before he was killed, or put in prison; that he swore.