Peter had spent the last two hours of his morning battling the grim demons that inhabited the area behind the fridge with a single spot that refused to be cleaned.

"This is such bullshit" he growled quietly "I think I need to re-fit the web-shooters to be able to spray cleaning solution and then have some kind of compressed aerosol can that can blast the grime off instead of having to spend half and hour scrubbing the same fucking spot!" He had finished the bathroom a few hours ago after taking the shower head apart and soaking each part in lime scale removal liquid before moving on to other, equally as taxing cleaning jobs.

"I swear, I'd rather go another five rounds with Electro then do this shit any more" he growled "At least I could make a few jokes about Maximillion the Fourth every now and again, I mean have you tried to have playful banter with grease and grout? 'Hey there lime-scale, its your time-scale! To be defeated! Muahahaha!" Peter's eyes widened and he sat down on the floor, dropping the brush he was using to scrub the back of the fridge and felt stunned.

"That was the worst thing I have every said in my life" he said, stunned at the fact he could even think up a line that bad "I think I just jumped back to nineteen sixty two comic book one-liners with how shit that was. I think I might need to make a paedophilia joke to feel less guilty about that one"

"Peter? You nearly done in there?" May asked, sticking her head into the kitchen and looking around with a judgemental expression "Huh"

"'Huh'? I've been working my ass for all day and the best thing you can say is 'huh'?" Peter asked irritably "That is so unappreciative!" May then looked at her nephew with a very bemused expression, conveying exactly what she was thinking to him, the reaction not being lost on Peter.

"Holy hell" he said, his eyes widening in horror "I know exactly how you feel now"

"Yeah, it sucks doesn't it?" May asked "Teenagers are very disrespectful to their carers"

"Can I give you a hug and say sorry?" Peter asked, standing up and holding his arms out.

"Ew, no! You are covered in grime and filth!" May exclaimed in disgust.

"Come here and give me a hug" Peter grinned.

"Get back!" May sad, grabbing an umbrella from the large pot in the mouth of the kitchen and jabbing at Peter with it. The two fenced playfully for a few minutes before Peter's phone went off. He answered the call, this time from Harry to be greeted by an extremely loud exploding sound.

"Jesus!" Peter shrieked, nearly throwing his phone into the wall in sheer terror. The sound suddenly came to an end and was replaced by hysterical laughter from Harry.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you asswipe" Peter growled "Beside giving me a heart attack and a burst eardrum is there any reason you called me?"

"Yeah, sorry, I just learned how to use sound bites from a soundboard during a call and thought I'd try it out on my bestest pal in the world" Harry chuckled.

"I'm going to beat you senseless when I get a hold of you" Peter growled.

"Whatever brah, anyway, I was wondering if you wanna come to the Oscorp building to see the debate between Toomes and my Dad over who owns the rights to the new Flyte-Gear tech we're building?" Harry asked "Maybe get a few pictures for the Bugle?"

"Sure... is it actually Oscorp tech originally?" Peter asked "Between you and me"

"Fuck no" Harry laughed "But we've erased enough of our under-the-table deals to make sure it looks like its ours"

"That's really dirty" Peter nodded "I like it"

"Well you know how the saying goes; 'Nice guys finish last'" Harry agreed "So you up for it?" Peter looked at his Aunt May who, after looking over the kitchen for a few moments, nodded at him.

"You can go" she nodded.

"I've been given the green light and I am good to go" Peter grinned, giving her a thumbs up sign "I'll see you in about half an hour"

Peter tapped Harry on the back as he walked up behind him, making sure that the shoulder he tapped wouldn't be the same side of Harry he stood on when he stopped. The two of them were stood in a large conference hall on the upper ledge, looking down at the heated argument between Norman Osborn and the bald, old man who peter guessed was Toomes. Harry turned around to the wrong side while Peter leaned on the railing with a grin on his face.

"Asshole" Harry grunted as he turned the other way to look at Peter, causing his friend to laugh. Harry rolled his eyes before lightly shoving his friend in a joking manner.

"I was wondering when you'd show up" Harry said, looking down at his father who was keeping his calm in the discussion while Toomes seemed to be losing his mind "What took you so long?"

"I don't look like this without trying" Peter said, performing an exaggerated twirl before striking a pose. Harry cocked an eyebrow before laughing to himself.

"And if that's what effort makes you look like then I'd hate to see what you fresh out of bed looks like" Harry said, poking fun at his friend.

"Ask your mom, she'll tell you" Peter poked back.

"You wish"

"...Yeah, I do actually" Peter grinned.

"Alright, shut up now" Harry said quickly with an angry touch in his voice.

"That pisses you off so much" Peter laughed.

"Its because I don't like the thought of my mother sleeping with people" Harry growled, crossing his arms.

"I do, especially with me" Peter said, pushing his friend to see how far he could get.

"I'm going to hit you if you say anything like that one more time" Harry snapped "And be warned, it will hurt"

"Funny" Peter said, trying his best not to laugh mid-sentence "That's exactly what I told your-"

"Think about whether that joke's gonna be worth a broken nose Peter" Harry said sternly "Really think about it" Peter mockingly rubbed a hand over his chin, trying to give his best over the top contemplation gesture he could before shaking his head.

"Nah, I'm too handsome to have a busted nose" Peter shrugged, turning back to the argument "So what's going on?" Harry seemed relieved about the change of subject and began to explain what the debate was about.

"Well, as I told you over the phone, this little conversation-slash-debate is about the rights to produce, and sell, our Flyte-Gear" Harry said "I've shown one of the projects to you before, the Ares Glider that you and Twilight made fun of, that little device uses the same tech that we're trying to patent ahead of the old fossil down there"

"Sounds boring" Peter shrugged "You catch the new episode of The Walking Dead yet?"

"Peter, can we be serious for a second?" Harry asked begrudgingly "We can talk about our nerdisms later, Dad's just about won the crowd over and the lawyers seem to be buying our side of the story, the real side of the story that is"

"Of course" Peter nodded, listening in on the debate.

"As I've told you well over forty times Toomes, my company developed the base idea for Flyte-Gear in the late nineties when Otto here, myself and an old colleague of ours were spit-balling ideas in a boardroom and we came up with the idea this technology"

"Mr Osborn sir, you've spoken about yourself and Doctor Octavius but you've failed to mention this third colleague at all, where does he stand in this battle for the right to sell this technology?" a reporter asked, holding out her microphone to Osborn's podium.

"That colleague was a good friend of mine by the name of Richard Parker who, sadly, is no longer with us" Osborn said, a hint of genuine sadness in his voice "But if he were still here he would be able to lend his knowledge and memories of our discussion that night, along with my own and Otto's" The journalists gathered made note of this while Harry clapped Peter on the back and nodded at him with a smirk.

"Turns out your dad was in on the project... seems weird for Dad to name drop your old man on this specific job" Harry said with a curious expression.

"Yeah, seeing as how, going on my Uncle's stories, my Dad was a biologist, not a physicist" Peter nodded "Why would he use my Dad as an accomplice... maybe because nobody can find him and ask him what actually happened"

"You... you alright talking about this?" Harry asked in a surprised tone.

"Huh? Yeah I'm fine, my parents have been dead for nearly a decade and I can barely remember enough about them to be in tears every time I think about it... I'm sad they're not around but I don't cry every time they're brought up" Peter shrugged "Even though..." Harry turned his head to look at his friend with a puzzled look on his face.

"Even though?" he asked "Even though what?"

"...Nah, it doesn't matter, just thinking out loud" Peter said with a shake of his head.

"Well, if it is something you wanna talk about just remember I'm here for you man" Harry said, patting his friend on the shoulder with a grin.

"Thanks dude" Peter smiled back "I'm good for now"

"Now, Mr Toomes, if you're still willing to claim that the idea was yours to begin with then I'll be more than happy to take you to court and prove that this invention belongs to Dr Octavius, Dr Parker and myself, so you can sign on your lawyer and we'll bring it to the courthouse" Norman said with a sigh "And we can both present our evidence and, upon the judge's decision, I can put this matter behind me and allow my company's wholly-owned technology to be sold on the market to those who wish to buy it, without the interference of you and your... business ventures" Toomes glared furiously at Osborn, both of them fully aware that he would be unable to hire a lawyer as good as Osborn's to defend his honour and prove himself to be the original genius behind the design.

He grabbed hold of the sides of his padium and gritted his teeth, his eyes sending daggers at the confident-looking billionaire who merely remained silent, waiting for the older man's response.

"This isn't over Osborn" he spat.

"I'm afraid it is Mr Toomes, now can you please leave before I have security escort you from the building?" Osborn asked "Our designated time for this discussion is over and I'd prefer if you left on your own terms, to save you from the humiliation"

"You'll... you'll regret this" Toomes growled angrily, walking away from his podium and closer to Osborn "I swear on my mother's grave I'll make you pay for this with your blood!"

"Security!" Osborn called out "Can you please this old, washed-up buzzard off my property and, to do me a favour, make sure he doesn't get lost on the way out, I know that walls of success can be dazzling and somewhat confusing to the old and fallen like himself" At this point three huge men wearing black T-Shirts and black, reflective sunglasses walked out from behind the stage and dragged Toomes away.

"Osborn!" Toomes bellowed "I'll see you burned for this"

"Yes, of course you will my friend" Osborn chuckled, wiping his nails on his thousand-dollar suit jacket "Now, does anyone else have any more questions?" Next Chapter: A Fantastic Meeting Estimated time remaining: 7 Hours, 36 Minutes