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Harry's grin brings back too many memories, painful memories.

His smile falters slightly when the Avengers decide to speak.

"Take Goblin out," Steve instructs.

"You can't just take Harry out, I know him, he has a plan and even if we take him out, his plan is still in action, and without knowing what it is we can't stop it," I reply, refusing to call Harry by the name Goblin.

"Well what do we do then?" Tony asks annoyed at not having an opportunity to fight yet.

"You do nothing, you're not meant to be here," Harry says with a snarl.

"Yeah, well too bad," Clint smiles.

"Ok Thor, now would be a good time to engage, Bruce stay there though, I don't think Hulk would be very helpful in his situation," Steve says speaking into the com.

"Don't let them touch me," Harry says looking at Rhino, Doc Ock and Vulture, "But leave Spider-man, he's mine."

"You don't have to do this, you already took everything away," I protest trying to knock some sense into him.

"Oh but you know fully well that I haven't," his smile widens, "It must have been a real shock for her to wake up from a coma in an old warehouse, luckily she won't have to live much longer with the memory."

"Don't you dare hurt her Harry!" I clench my fists in anger.

"What is he talking about Spider-man?" Steve asks concerned.

"I told you this is personal," I reply fists still clenched by my side.

"You can come find her, she's nearby it won't be too hard, just do it before it's too late," he laughs wickedly before his glider zooms into the air and away.

I step forward ready to shoot a web and go after him, but a hand on my shoulder stops me from leaving.

"You're playing right into his trap," Steve tries to inform me.

I nod, "I know, but if I don't she'll die."

"Who is she? Maybe we can help," Tony says stepping by my side after making Rhino run into a wall.

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that she's safe, which she isn't, I have to go."

I jump and shoot a web towards the direction where Harry went.

He said she woke up in a warehouse, and that it wasn't too far away, so look for the nearest warehouse.

~

After a minute or so of swinging aimlessly around the city I find an abandoned warehouse.

That must be it!

I land on the dirt and look up at where I am.

Before me stands a dark gloomy structure.

Ivy snakes around its mossy grey bricks and the few windows the building has are shattered, glass littering the floor surrounding them.

I take a deep breath before marching to the double doors at the front of the building, desperately trying to seem as if this situation has yet to faze me.

The doors are long and rust creeps against the corners of the old metal.

I easily push them open and step inside

I know it would be better to sneak inside and see if I can get her out of there without her getting hurt, but I can't seem to think straight at the moment.

All I see is a void of darkness with rare slivers of light from the windows and cracks within the bricks.

Harry, with an evil smile plastered on his face, steps out of the shadows dragging a chair with a fragile old woman strapped to it.

He turns the chair to face me and reveals a woman with naturally brown hair pulled into a pony tail, showing the many streaks of silver among the brown.

Her expression is a sad one laced with confusion.

Aunt May.

"Let her go, Harry," I cry out.

Aunt May turns to look at me, more confusion is spread across her face.

"Spider-man?" her voice wavers and I can't help but feel my heart break seeing her like that.

"It's going to be ok ma'am," I reply as confidently as I can.

"Really, you really believe that?" Harry interrupts.

"Just let her go, she has nothing to do with this," I say.

"But you know very well Peter, that the best way to hurt you, is to hurt the ones you love," a sickening laugh vibrates through the air and a shiver runs down my spine.

"Oh gosh... Peter?" Aunt May asks.

"Yes," I whisper staring at my feet.

"I... how... why?"

"If I can do good things, I have the moral obligation to do those things, with great power comes great responsibility Aunt May," I reply.

"Your uncle was a wise man," she replies, tears pooling in her eyes.

"I know," I sigh.

"This is beautiful, but Mrs Parker, have you stopped and wondered if the rumours are true?" Harry cuts into the conversation uninvited.

"What rumours," Aunt May asks, but I can hear her voice waver and know she knows what Harry is talking about.

"You haven't heard? Oh, that's a shame," Harry stops for dramatic affect, "Spider-man doesn't have the best reputation among the people."

"Most rumours are nothing but rumours, it's always the most untold stories that hold the truth," my aunt interrupts, hoping to put a stop to Harry's endless word games.

A chuckle fills the mostly silent night, but it's not a genuine chuckle, it's a chuckle that makes your stomach do flips from fear.

"Don't try and deny it Mrs Parker, your Peter was there the night your husband died, he came face to face with the murderer, yet he did nothing to stop him, and so the criminal left and killed your husband."

"Peter was fighting the Lizard when Captain Stacy died, he died trying to help Peter defeat the Lizard, but Peter wasn't there fast enough to stop the Lizard from killing Captain Stacy and so the rumours began."

"Then came me and..." Harry tried to start the story about Gwen when the Avengers came crashing through the door, minus Bruce of course who was just listening through the coms.