Gwen Stacy couldn't believe it. This was like a dream come true for her. To the point where she was almost sure that she was going to be jolted awake and she was going to be left wet and frustrated.
'Please no, please no,' she thought. The young blonde eagerly squirmed when she felt Harry's arms tighten around her. His muscular body pressed against hers.
Gwen closed her eyes tightly and Harry lifted her a little bit off of the ground. That allowed her to obtain a more comfortable position where she was. Her soft moist lips found Harry's and the two of them entangled themselves in a extremely passionate kiss.
Harry smiled and he indulged himself in Gwen's soft silky lips. His hands roamed through her hair and he could feel her up against him. Her daring increased when she rubbed up against him. The sixteen year old female's hand snaked behind him for a second.
Her hand brushed against the back of his head and slowly started to trace circles around the back of his neck. Gwen opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance deep into her mouth. She stopped for a moment. Time felt like it froze completely still, until at least the moment where he kept kissing her again.
Gwen's eyes screwed tight when she felt his mouth chew on the side of hers. The blonde's hands busied themselves all over his back and he did likewise.
Harry shifted downwards, running his hands over her soft stocking clad legs. Gwen felt her body heat up.
More so when his legs roamed their way all the way up her legs and cupped her ass. The blonde's eyes screwed shut when she felt the pleasure that increased through her body. That was extremely amazing and she thought that she would die because his hands traveled all over her body.
This amazed Gwen to her fullest degree. His tongue continued to dance between her lips and she latched onto it, suckling it as hard as she could. The pleasure passed through her body when he continued to explore every single last inch of it.
Eventually Gwen lost some steam because something had to give. Harry gripped her tight ass into her hands. She squealed into his mouth in response.
Slowly, Gwen could feel Harry grin against her. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving her wanton and frustrated with her desire for him.
Harry's mouth attacked the side of her neck and kissed her fast and furiously down the side of her neck. The blonde's eyes closed tight when she felt that rush down her body. She shivered when he worked her over.
His lips touched her neck and reached her pulse point. He sucked on it.
Gwen thought that she was going to die. This was truer when his fingers brushed against her taunt stomach. He went down and he placed his thumb against her inner thigh. He was so closed to penetrating her, her panties were the only barrier and he retracted the thumb down her.
"Please Harry, take me," Gwen begged him, and she undid the buttons of his shirt. He allowed her to kiss him down the neck.
The blonde stroked down his chest, and felt his muscles underneath her hands. She experimented and she edged lower.
Much to her chagrin, Harry stopped her hands from traveling just a little bit further down. Gwen's eyes snapped around and her mouth hung open.
"Harry," Gwen murmured in a low tone.
"I really want to make love to you," Harry told her.
Gwen wondered what the delay was. If her hand's hadn't been trapped, she would have put them on her hips. "And why…..why…..why would you wait?"
Gwen seemed flustered, she was ready for him. Harry's gaze penetrated hers.
The blonde shivered when those green eyes met her blue eyes. It was enough to drive any girl absolutely nuts and she felt that she had been driven by the bend.
"I don't want your first time to be on a subway car."
Gwen's eyebrow's raised and she gave a frustrated whimper. She came to realization and an agreement. Her hormones got down to a manageable level.
Harry leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead. That soothed her just a little bit.
"We're going to get to your stop really soon," Harry told her. Gwen's mood brightened a little bit.
"Great, I need to get off," Gwen commented to him. Harry raised his eyebrow towards her. She realized what she said and backtracked quickly. "At my stop, I need to go and get off at my stop."
Harry looked at her with a smile on his face, a knowing one at that. That caused Gwen to blush.
He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in. "Don't worry, honey, I know exactly what you meant."
Gwen couldn't help but smile at the term of endearment. It settled her ego rather nicely.
It was a beautiful New York evening, without a cloud in the sky or a hitch in the arrangements. It was the kind of night that people were safely outdoors without a care in the world.
Harry walked home with Gwen to make sure that she got home alright. The two of them walked with their arms intertwined. It was a short distance to Gwen's apartment from the stop at the subway station.
"It's a nice night," Gwen said. She closed her eyes, enjoying the atmosphere around her.
What almost happened was fresh on her mind. Gwen thought about inviting Harry inside to finish what they started on the train.
That was before she spotted a parental unit heading on home so that plan was kind of nipped in the bud.
Harry noticed Captain George Stacy making his way home off of his ship. The Captain of the NYPD, he obviously had a long day, judging by the looks of him. He stopped to acknowledge the man's presence.
"Good evening to you, Captain Stacy," Harry told him.
"Harry," George Stacy said. He looked rather calm when he looked at both of them. He would have been blind to see the fact that his daughter was cozy with this young man.
He figured that this was bound to happen sooner or later, with the time that they had spent together over the past couple of years. It was a wonder that it didn't happen sooner but he supposed that there were certain obstacles in mind. Not that he spent too much time thinking about the inner workings of his daughter's dating life.
It was a huge step for a father to admit that his daughter even had a dating life. The bigger step was to think about the inner workings.
"I'd like to invite you to dinner a week from now, if that's agreeable to you," George said.
"It's good," Harry said. He could see Gwen shift a bit nervously against him. He tightened his arm around her protectively and brought her in.
"So, how was your first day at OsCorp?" George asked her. He had mixed feelings about his daughter interning there, but it was an opportunity that she couldn't pass up.
Besides, Gwen was old enough to understand what she wanted, as much as he hated to admit that as a father.
"It was good, Dad," Gwen commented with a smile towards him. "Mostly just showing me around there today, the real work begins tomorrow with Doctor Connors."
Even George Stacy admitted that Curt Connors was a stand up type of guy and he had no problems with his daughter interning under him.
He barely stifled a yawn.
"What, is it past your bedtime already, Dad?" Gwen asked in a cheeky voice.
"It's been a long day, and I already had an early morning," George replied in response. "I'll see you both soon, I'm heading in for the night."
"Good night, Captain Stacy," Harry told him with a smile as the man walked in.
"Yeah, good night, Dad," Gwen added in an excited voice, and Harry placed his hands on either side of her. She relaxed up against him, allowing a long sigh to escape her lips.
The two were left to their own devices for a second.
Gwen looked at the time and she knew why her father was so tired. It was a bit late and he was gone long before she had breakfast.
"So," Gwen said, letting out that word in a long sigh. "I guess you need to get going."
"I better," Harry added and he leaned in towards her.
The two of them stole one kiss underneath the moonlight. Their tongues tangled together.
Gwen tried to get the better of Harry but his experience proved to be her undoing.
'Cold shower before I go to bed I think,' Gwen thought. She detached herself from Harry, nibbling briefly on his lips when she pulled away from him.
"Good night, Gwen," Harry said.
Gwen stole one final kiss. She couldn't help herself. "Good night Harry."
She practically skipped on her way to the door, in amusement. Harry watched her leave in amusement.
Harry checked his watch at that point. His amusement faded for a second when he realized what the time was.
'Well I'm late,' Harry thought and he ducked into an alleyway.
He faded into the darkness, disappearing without making a sound. If someone had been watching him, they would have seen that he was there one minute, and gone the next minute. It would have been very confusing if one didn't know what Harry was capable of.
Harry Evans-Parker arrived at his Mother and Uncle's house. Technically speaking Ben Parker was about as good of his father, but legally speaking May was the only one who could sign the adoption since Ben couldn't get time off of work. That was where it was legally speaking. Harry decided not to split any hairs with it.
He carried a large bag of groceries that he had to pick up earlier, nothing really extraordinary, just things that they were out of. Harry made his way towards the door, his arms overflowing with the groceries.
Before he could open up the front door, a redhead made her way out of the door really quickly. She was moving quickly without paying that much attention to where she was going. He had to dodge her presence.
Unfortunately, it was too little too late to dodge her presence. For one Mary Jane Watson nearly smacked head onto Harry. He managed to maneuver the groceries underneath one arm and he held her up underneath one arm.
He saved the perky redhead teen from falling on her ass, which would have left a mark.
"Hey, MJ, fancy meeting you here," Harry commented towards her.
Mary Jane was helped to her feet. "Well, this is a nice surprise, isn't it Harry?"
Once Mary Jane was firmly on the ground, Harry let her go. She'd be lying through her teeth if she wasn't disappointed by this arrangement of Harry letting go of her.
"So how did things go today with Gwen?" Mary Jane asked. She barely kept a knowing smile crossing her face.
"I wouldn't want to think that the two of you were scheming about something," Harry said. In response Mary Jane gave him a little pout. Harry smiled at her. "Well, she got settled in, and when took the subway and I walked her home the rest of the way. Everything is running smoothly at OsCorp."
"Oh, I'm glad it is," Mary Jane told him brightly. Her bright eyes stared him down. "It's just that Gwen was looking forward to that internship. It could be the big break she wants."
"And how about your big break?" Harry asked her.
"Oh, you mean the photography thing, well it's a work in progress," Mary Jane said to him. She flushed slightly but recovered quickly.
She really needed some kind of photo that would really blow someone's socks off. The problem was that she didn't have the proper opportunity. She waited anxiously for that moment.
"I'm sure that you'll be able to figure something out MJ, I have faith in you," Harry told her.
Mary Jane tried not to look too pleased with herself.
"Glad that one of us does," Mary Jane said and Harry's eyes stared at her. "Kidding, kidding, of course…..it's just been harder than I thought."
One couldn't be their very best if they couldn't rise up to the challenge.
"I'll get out of your way," Mary Jane said. She leaned closer towards Harry, as closely as she would dare anyway. "It was really nice talking to you again, you know."
Harry made sure she made it down the driveway okay, but the walk to her house was not that long being that she was the girl next door.
Mary Jane stopped and stared, turning to Harry with mischief dancing from her eyes. "Oh, and Harry?"
"What?" Harry asked her.
Her grin got even wider when she looked him over. "You've got lipstick on her lips."
Harry was well aware of that and Mary Jane gave him a knowing wink. When that was done and over with, she turned away and made her way home.
He wanted to get inside before these groceries spoiled.
Harry entered the house and he could see May and Ben Parker sitting around the table. They were both preparing to eat a late dinner because they got home from their late jobs. May was a Nurse and Ben worked as a Security Supervisor for a nearby Stark Industries facility.
"So, how was your day?" Ben asked, after the initial greeting.
Harry mentally debated about how much to tell them and he decided to give a general overview.
"I made sure that Gwen got to Oscorp okay and showed her around, after that I brought her home, and I went to pick up groceries," Harry said.
"I would have taken care of that tomorrow," Ben told him, but May gave him a look. He cleared his throat and amended his last statement. "Thank you, Harry, I appreciate it."
"It wasn't a problem at all," Harry told them and he walked over to put the groceries away. One firm gaze told his mother and uncle to stay put. "Oh, and…..I should let you know that I ran into Peter today when I went to pick up Gwen."
Ben Parker's face darkened for a moment and May gave him one of those looks, so he fell back into line.
"I don't understand what went wrong there," Ben grumbled to himself. "My brother, I don't think that he'd be happy to see what happened there."
"I'm sure that he'd want Mary to try and to live a happy life the best she could, and Peter as well," May said. There was a frown on her face, as if she was trying to convince herself of this as much as she was Ben.
She agreed with her husband about what happened. Norman's motivations about marrying Mary had both of them wondered about. Some of Richard Parker's research died with them, but May and Ben didn't even begin to understand what was being worked to.
"You do remind me of him somewhat," Ben told Harry and Harry looked towards him. "Richard, that is. I think the two of you would have got along great."
"I'm sure we would have," Harry agreed. He held his tongue back, wondering if he could say that he got along with Peter well enough.
"Well, we learned one thing a long time ago, both Richard and I, and I'm sure that he took this lesson to the grave with him," Ben said when he took a wistful trip down memory lane.
He cleared his throat and he could tell that he drifted off for a second.
"But there was one thing that both of us learned a long time ago, and that was with great power, there must also come great responsibility," Ben said and he stared at Harry. "But I guess in your case, it's more like great intelligence."
"The two of them are intertwined," Harry commented.
"Let's have dinner," May suggested, moving the conversation along to a different direction. She wanted to know what Harry's meeting with her nephew was like, but she knew that it was an extremely sore subject to Ben and she knew the reasons why it was.
Harry found himself hard at work at OsCorp in his lab. This was a state where he functioned his absolutely best, when there was pressure on him. The pressure caused him to increase his productivity. Harry wouldn't accept anything less than absolute productivity.
"Progress Log 01122," Harry said on a tape recorder. "Today was a fruitful day when I think that we might have been close to reaching a breakthrough that will complete the formula."
He put his hand down and looked at the calculations. There was a big gaping hole where he hit a snag.
"Sadly, we hit a snag," Harry continued his recording. "This one element could be something to stabilize the formula. Without it, it has consequences that are too dire for any human test. I cannot recommend any usage of this formula under this current state. I hope that with the current round of testing will shed more light on it."
Harry paused and added.
"As it stands right now, the formula will horrifically mutate anything that it touches," Harry said. He looked at some of the notes and they were horrifying. He remained calm and collected. "Simulations show a ghastly result. These horrific mutations make it unfit for consumption. A new round of experimentation and a modification to the formula should very well be the difference maker between our future success and certain failure. Only time will tell."
No sooner did Harry complete that sentence to chart his progress did Otto enter the room. He looked a bit out of it.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked him.
Otto shrugged him off. "It's nothing….but have you had any luck?"
"I'm closer than I was before today, but it's not a stable formula now," Harry said. He motioned to the progress, showing Otto it briefly. "Based on the simulations that I've run their enhancements can be measured within moments and not seconds as they were prior to today."
He gave Otto a base summary of his report. The scientist nodded, it seemed to be a recurring version of the same old problem.
"It was unstable when Richard Parker and Connors worked on it," Otto informed him.
"Oh, was it based off of the work that Erskine did during World War II to create Captain America?" Harry asked.
Otto shook his head in the negative.
"No," he informed Harry. "It's meant to cure people suffering from diseases like AIDS and cancer, in a way to restore them back to their full genetic potential."
Otto paused and recollected his thoughts.
"The idea, the theory, is to replace flawed genetic sequences with those that would promote healing," Otto said, and knowing smile flashed over his face. "And obviously, Connors has his own motivation. It could regrow his arm."
Harry figured that was a prime motivation for something like that.
"This is actually the third generational version of OZ serum that you're working on," Otto told him. "The first generational version works, in minor doses. The only thing that it works on is insects and archanids."
"I see," Harry said. "What about the second generational formula?"
Otto looked rather despondent and the reason why was coming up. "That formula went to the grave with Richard Parker. We don't know if he completed it or if it died with him. Regardless it's all gone."
Harry could tell that Otto was none too happy by the fact that formula got lost and he was pretty sure that Norman Osborn wouldn't be either.
"The only legacy that particular formula has is a bunch of genetically enhanced spiders with super strong webbing," Otto said.
"Oh you mean the one's that are kept in a lab next to Connor's?" Harry asked and Otto nodded in confirmation.
"The very same."
They were only kept as a monument and a way to see if any of the secrets that had died with Richard Parker could be unlocked with them. So far, that hit a complete and total dead end.
Otto shifted off to get some work done of his own and Harry work on his.
He was curious about how far Richard came with the second generational OZ formula. It would have held the key to stabilize his current problem.
Providing of course that the formula was completed, it was entirely possible that it never was before he was killed in the plane crash.
Harry couldn't be concerned with what was done in the past.
'Okay, let's see if this will work,' Harry thought, a potential brain storm hitting him. He made a note.
This would be a slow and audacious process to get all of his ducks in a line.
Harry had a brainstorm. While he saw the spiders pretty much several times, he never paid them too much mind other than a scientific curiosity. Now that Otto said that they were the only legacy to OZ Generation 2 Formula, Harry found himself intrigued.
He figured that he could head over to the lab himself and check things out. After he took care of one little thing, he was back into the elevator to go back to the floor where the lab was.
There was a young man who entered the elevator with him. He was a white man with dark hair and underneath his arm, he carried a toolbox. He wore a blue uniform, with the name tag of DILLON on it and Harry noticed that he was an electrician.
Harry currently pressed his cell phone onto his ear, holding the bag he had in his other hand.
"You really need to come up here some time Harry," Emma said to him over the phone. "We've been busy with some impressive projects and I just know that you're dying to see it."
Harry snickered at Emma's excitement.
"I've been just sitting up in my office bored out of my mind," Emma commented in a low purr. "You know running a multi-million dollar corporation isn't everything that it's cracked up to be when you think about the tedious busywork."
"I'll get up there when I can, Emma," Harry told her.
He could see the electrician fiddling with something in his toolbox. The two men had no time for conversation. The lights flickered for a moment and Harry could see that there was a new for an electrician.
"Oh that would be lovely, and I'm sure the two of us can have lunch together, just the two of us," Emma said.
Harry could almost see her smile. She thought that she was being more subtle than she really was.
"You know, if you just wanted lunch, all you had to do was ask," Harry told her.
"Yes, it's on me, I'll give you all that you can eat, Harry," Emma commented in a flirty tone of voice.
'Subtle,' Harry thought, never the less he was amused by this.
"Or would you like to skip straight to dessert?" Emma asked. Her voice got even lower. "But, I've got a lot of new toys that I want to show you up here…..in the Frost Industries development lab."
Emma allowed that tantalizing offer to hang for seconds and then she piped back in.
"And just think, of what we can accomplish if we work together," Emma said, more seriously than the innuendo she had been dropping left and right.
"Don't think that I haven't thought about it," Harry told her.
Emma gave him a grin and nodded. "I'm glad that you have."
The elevator dinged and they were on their floor. Dillon the Electrician made his way out and went down the hallway towards the circuit boxes.
"I'll keep that in mind, but I've got to talk to your later, business calls," Harry said.
Emma gave an extremely long and labored sigh over the phone in response. "I know, tell me about it…it's things like that which make the world go around. Not all of the nuts and bolts can work in interesting ways. And there's just some things that you can't delegate."
The two of them terminated their conversation. Harry directed his attention to Connors's lab and sauntered his way down the hallway.
He approached at the door where it was already open. Connors must have left a little bit ago for lunch. That actually worked into his plans perfectly.
He saw Gwen hunched over the desk, flipping through a file. She was emerged in what she was doing greatly, but then again, Harry would be disappointed if she wasn't.
Harry placed down the bag that he brought with him down on her desk. He took a moment to clear his throat. "I come bearing hamburgers."
Gwen looked at him with a beaming look and a smile on her face. "My hero."
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the swoon that she gave him. The two of them set out lunch and ate it.
"So, how was your day?" Harry asked Gwen.
"Great," Gwen said. There was excitement brimming through her voice that was quite frankly infectious. "Took me a while to get into the groove, but it's really simple work."
"Knew that you'd fit in really well," Harry told her. He leaned in closer to her so he can speak to her. "You just got to reach for the stars."
"Well, I'll try and reach higher," Gwen said and she paused, taking a bite out of her hamburger. She chewed on it and swallowed it. Then her blue eyes met Harry's green ones. "How about you, how are you doing today?"
"Fine," Harry said. Gwen frowned at him.
"I know that look from you, you're trying to do something and you've run into a wall," Gwen said.
Harry took a moment to throw his hands up and look at her. That was true; she caught him with his hands down.
"The OZ formula…it's mostly done," Harry told her. "I stress mostly."
"You've run into a snag, haven't you?" Gwen asked him and Harry smiled.
"You could say that, yes," Harry agreed with her. "It works, to a point, but it doesn't stabilize that well."
Gwen would see where that would be a snag. She really wished that she could think of something. From what she saw of the calculations, she knew that Harry had a long and winding road ahead of him.
Harry frowned when he thought about it, even though he really didn't want to think of it.
"Don't worry about what I'm doing though," Harry told her and Gwen nodded in response. "You have a lot of things on your mind, and a lot of things to do. Lot of responsibilities as well."
"Yeah, but I didn't sign up for this because it was easy," Gwen commented firmly.
Harry would have been disappointed if she didn't. The two of them ate lunch with each other and made some idle chatter about their day.
He didn't want to come here and ask Gwen to do something straight away. He hoped that she would be more agreeable after the fact that she had food in her stomach.
"Lights have been flickering on and off all morning," Gwen said.
Harry nodded. "I saw an electrician coming here, apparently there's a short somewhere, or something. Don't know what the problem is exactly."
Gwen frowned. "Hopefully it isn't serious."
Harry doubted that it was serious; he didn't know when the last time this building had anything changed.
"So, is Doctor Connors coming back soon?" Harry asked her.
"He said that he had to run by and do something on his lunch break, and then have a meeting in another lab, he left me with some work to do," Gwen said. She tried not to look too pleased with herself when she relayed this next bit to Harry. "Which I got done."
Harry smiled at her and made his decision.
"So, Gwen, do you want to check out something with me?"
She wondered what he had in mind.