Harry walked out of the old Osborn mansion with Peter Parker, chatting about their childhood memories along the way. Of course, it was Peter doing most of the talking, while Harry listened quietly. Harry explained that he had lost much of his memory due to an accident, and the ever-trusting Peter didn't doubt him for a second. Even if someone forgot everything else, he would never forget his best friend. So, hoping to jog Harry's memory, Peter kept talking nonstop.
"Peter, how are you doing these days? Got yourself a girlfriend?" Harry asked teasingly.
"Ah… well, yes," Peter said, a little embarrassed.
"Oh! I can't believe it — Peter Parker, the bookworm, actually has a girlfriend!" Harry said in mock astonishment.
"Her name's Gwen. Gwen Stacy. She's interning at your company, actually," Peter said, smiling shyly.
"What about you?" Peter asked in return.
Harry shook his head with a wry smile. "No. You know, I've been studying abroad all this time, locked up in boarding schools." Norman had never been much of a father, after all.
"I know," Peter chuckled. "But I did see that newspaper article about your supposed fling with a French supermodel."
"Haha!" Harry laughed loudly. He hadn't felt this kind of warmth — this genuine friendship — in a long time.
They eventually wandered down to the riverside. Harry bent down, picked up a small stone, and tossed it toward the water. It barely skipped once before sinking. His throw was weak — this body was fragile, untrained.
Peter grabbed a stone as well, flicking his wrist lightly. The pebble danced across the surface in a perfect chain of skips.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed in genuine awe. Even though he already knew about Peter's power, seeing it in person was still impressive.
"Ha, wrist technique," Peter said awkwardly, trying to play it off — but his sheepish grin gave him away.
"What do you think about Spider-Man?" Peter asked suddenly, changing the subject.
"Well…" Harry paused for a moment to think. "I agree with his idea of doing good, but… I don't believe there's much good in doing so."
Harry wasn't the type to sacrifice himself for others. If he ever became a hero, he wouldn't tolerate the lies and blame from the media or the government.
"Ah…" Peter didn't know how to respond, but his heart still lightened. At least his friend approved of Spider-Man's actions. After the rough days with Gwen, it felt nice to hear that from someone he trusted.
"Oh, Peter, I should get going," Harry said, glancing at his watch. It was already past one in the afternoon.
"You know, I just took over the Osborn Group. A lot is waiting on my desk," he said with a hint of apology.
"That's fine," Peter said easily. "Go ahead, I don't want to hold you up."
"Alright, say hi to Aunt May for me," Harry replied, hurrying off.
As he left, his expression hardened. He realized his mistake — the most urgent thing right now was to secure his position at the top of Osborn Enterprises. And to do that, Duncan had to go.
Not far away, a black SUV sat idling. Harry smirked coldly. So, Duncan was tailing him now. He couldn't allow that man to keep watching him. It was time to act — and with the Electric Man incident and the company's biological experiments, he already had what he needed to bring Duncan down.
The Osborn Tower, one of New York City's landmarks, was easy to spot. Even without knowing the exact route, Harry found it quickly.
Employees greeted him respectfully as he made his way through the building, and soon he was seated in the chairman's office.
He opened the metal box Norman had left him — inside were records of all Osborn's secret genetic experiments, as well as data links to every system in the corporation.
"Spider venom… spider venom," Harry muttered as he searched.
Then his eyes lit up. "Found it — the secret lab, huh?" he said with a grin. The location was listed right beneath the main Osborn Building.
"And here's the file on Electro's accident… along with the power grid design," he added, scrolling through the records. Everything was coming together.
Experiment approvals, the grid plans — all of it traced back to Duncan.
After gathering everything, Harry compiled the documents and uploaded them to secure servers, sending copies anonymously to several newspapers and to the New York City Police Department.
Then he picked up the phone. "Felicia, ask Duncan to come to my office."
"Yes, sir," Felicia replied.
Harry set down the receiver and waited calmly.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," Harry said evenly.
"Harry, what did you need me for?" Duncan asked with a smile.
Harry rose slowly, his gaze sharp. "Call me Mr. Osborn."
The smile froze on Duncan's face.
Harry circled the desk and handed him a stack of papers. "Take a look at these."
Duncan flipped through the first page — and his face went pale. He hurriedly turned to the next, then the next.
"This—this is impossible! How do you have these documents?" he stammered in disbelief.
"There's nothing impossible about it," Harry said coldly. "You were in charge of the city's power project, weren't you? Yet the grid design was stolen, and the lead engineer died yesterday. That gives me plenty of reason to believe you had him silenced to cover your tracks. And as for Dr. Connors's cross-species project — that was entirely under your supervision. The public outrage, the legal fallout — tell me, Duncan, who should take the blame?"
Harry's voice was calm, but his words cut deep. Norman Osborn had made his mistakes, but Duncan's attempt to dump all the blame on his father was unforgivable.
"Oh, and one more thing," Harry added casually, stepping closer. "As the new chairman, I didn't even know our company had a weapons development department working with the military. Care to explain that?"
Cold sweat beaded on Duncan's forehead. He had secretly diverted company funds to set up that department — and the chairman's ignorance of it was enough to ruin him completely.
"However…" Harry continued, softening his tone slightly. "I pity you for all your years of service. So, I've decided to let you go."
Relief flashed across Duncan's face — false hope.
"But there's one condition," Harry said smoothly. "You'll give me the password to the underground laboratory."
"Huh…" Duncan exhaled, wiping his brow. "Fine. Only you could make me walk away like this."
He handed over the code and hurried out of the office in a panic.
Harry smirked. "You won't get far."
He already knew what would happen next — assassins, accidents, desperate retaliation. But before any of that, reporters, police, and perhaps even a court summons would be waiting at the door for Duncan.
The elevator to the underground lab was one reserved solely for the chairman. After entering the password, Harry pressed the button, and the elevator began its slow descent.
A faint green light glowed below. When the doors opened, a vast laboratory stretched before him.
Right away, his eyes landed on a glass case — the Green Goblin armor resting inside. He moved quickly toward it and opened the panel. Rows of vials lined the shelves within, filled with shimmering blue liquid.
"What a beautiful temptation," Harry whispered, gazing at the crystalline venom.
Without hesitation, he drew some into a syringe. He removed his suit jacket, then his shirt.
Clenching his left fist, he pressed the needle to his vein and injected the venom into his bloodstream.
"Ah—! Ahhh!"
His scream echoed through the sterile chamber.