After dinner we both staggered off to bed, it had been a hectic day. After showing Licia to her room my feet carried me to mine. My hand found the light switch and flipped it on so know the room was exposed to me. My four post canopy bed took up most of the room, it had black sheer curtains tied back by string. The sheets were made of black silk along with the pillow cases. My bathroom was to the right and my walk in closet was on the left. Well in truth there are two closets my business one and my casual one. The inn table on the right side of the bed held my phone and a picture of us four friends. After undressing and throwing on a pair of silk pants and a plain black t shirt my feet carried me in front of my full body mirror and that sight that met my eyes sickened me. There was no denying that I was Norman Osborn's son as much as irks me to say so. We look exactly alike the only difference is that he is ugly on the inside. My body slipped underneath the covers and my mind was filled with dreams of Licia. The next morning came quickly and for some reason something felt off, my feet carried me out of my room and down the hall, Licia must not be up yet all the lights are off. My eyes scanned the darkness and found nothing so my hand found the main switch and flipped it and the main floor was illuminated. After wandering over to the pantry to get my morning frosted flaks my feet carried me too the couch but the sight on stopped me in my tracks. What in the name of--

Last night had been the most restful sleep that had graced me in awhile. It was sadly time to exit the embrace of the bed however and make my way downstairs, Harry was up and moving about most likely, he has always been a morning person. My feet carried me down the carpeted staircases and into the living room where my eyes fell on Harry who was standing stock still with a box of frosted flakes in his hand. Harry Osborn is never shocked into silence what on earth is going on and after wandering over my eyes fell on the problem. There was a gigantic red and blue thing passed out and drooling on the fine Italian leather, oh this was not going to fly. My hand landed on Harrys shoulder and he simply turned his head and said, "Licia is this really happening?" A glint of mischief shone in my eyes as I said, "Harry wait right here" My steps carried me over to a flyswatter and then back to the couch. Harry's eyes widened as he said, "You can't hit Spiderman he's a hero" My smile turned into a smirk and my hand brought the swatter down on his red and blue clad butt. He shot straight up like a rocket and said, "I'm sorry I broke your tentacle Doctor Octopus, I will get you a new one" We were both staring at him in shock for two different reasons. My senses returned to me first as I said in a sharp tone, "Peter Parker what gives you the right to come in here and drool on our fine Italian leather couch." He was about to say something and then pointed to the side where Harry was currently in shock, my mind realized he had no clue Peter was Spiderman" This is just wonderful another thing that needed to be explained will I ever have a normal morning again? My eyes then fell on Peters arm and saw that it was bleeding badly this was going to be a long morning. To my surprise though Harry recovered quickly from the shock and said, "What can I do to help?" My tone was sure when I said, "Could you go get a pair of scissors we need to cut his sleeve off" He nodded and dashed into the kitchen while my steps carried me over to my In cases Peter needs me to bail his sorry butt out case. My hand began rummaging through it and found the stiches and needle that I was looking for." The minute I sat down Peter began to run his mouth, "Before you say anything Felicia I want you to know how much I value the fact that you patch up my wounds." My tone had a tint of annoyance when I replied, "Your welcome but what happened this time?" He turned his head down and said in a sheepish tone, "I was fighting Doctor Octopus at a construction sight and he threw a metal rod and it pierced my arm" I simply shook my head and said, "Peter you have to be more careful just because you heal fast doesn't make you invincible" He nodded his head as Harry came back and began to cut the sleeve off of his costume and said, "If you don't mind me asking Pete how did you get your powers" Peter perked up and said, "Its funny actually, I was investigating my parents research when I stumbled into a room at Oscorp full of spiders and one of them bit me and now here I am, Ow Felicia do you think you could hurt me any more?" My tone was full of sarcasm when I said, "I know a big bad spider can handle a few itsy bitsy stitches." Harry got up from his seated position and said, "I'm going to leave you two to bicker, the French toast won't make its self.'" Peter piped up and said, "Be sure to make me some too I'm starving crime fighting is a lot of hard work you know." Harry simply rolled his eyes as I finished with Peter's arm he was about to get up and walk into the kitchen but he saw the look in my eyes that said, "Explain why you were drooling on my leather couch or die" He simply swallowed and began to tell the story of how Aunt may was having a huge party and he couldn't sneak back in. I also learned that Harry had given Peter a key if he ever needed a place to stay. Harry then called us in for breakfast and after taking a seat Peter opened his mouth and said, "So how is it going with Oscorp" Harry put his fork down and gave Peter a look that could cut through steel. This was turning out to be a spectacular morning and we haven't even got to Oscorp yet but it couldn't be much worse than this.