Peter, who had been chatting with Gwen, suddenly changed his expression, his brow furrowing deeply. Gwen noticed immediately, and when their eyes met, both saw the same shock reflected in each other.
"Harry! We're sorry! We have to go!" Peter shouted over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I get it! Go!" Harry nodded, fully aware of what Peter was about to do. He rushed to help, swinging the window open.
"Thanks!" Peter called out as he and Gwen leapt out the window in quick succession. They shot webs into the skyline, swinging swiftly through the city, racing towards home.
Back at the villa, Aunt May and Uncle Ben had been watching the unfolding events on the mysterious screen. The moment the scene shifted, Uncle Ben sprang into action, disassembling the remote control with practiced hands, revealing a cluster of small coins inside.
As Peter and Gwen burst through the door, Uncle Ben handed Peter one of the coins, his expression serious. "Be careful. It's probably a madhouse out there."
Peter nodded, exchanging a glance with Gwen before they dashed back out. Uncle Ben sighed heavily, unsure of what fate awaited them this time.
Meanwhile, after watching the broadcast, George Stacy realized that the screening would attract a massive crowd of Spider-Man fans to Pershing Park. Without hesitation, he dispatched police units to maintain order.
By the time Peter and Gwen arrived, they were met with a sea of police officers setting up cordons, holding back throngs of excited New Yorkers. The moment the crowd spotted the Spider couple swinging in, cheers erupted from all directions.
"Wow. Uncle Ben was right," Peter muttered, shaking his head with a smirk. He waved to the crowd before landing gracefully on the ground, immediately spotting George among the officers.
George approached, handing Peter a blueprint. "This is the layout of the square. It might help you navigate."
Peter took the blueprint gratefully. "Thanks, Dad," Gwen said, smiling warmly as she hugged her father.
George rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his grin. "Alright, alright. Now go. I'm curious to see what Richard Parker was hiding!"
"Thanks again!" Peter added before he and Gwen followed the blueprint's instructions. It led them to the entrance of an old tunnel, just beneath Pershing Park. The dark, gaping maw of the tunnel loomed before them. Sharing a determined look, they stepped inside without hesitation.
[Felicia stepped into Harry's office, her voice tentative. "Mr. Osborn? Are you alright? Do you need any help?"]
[Harry poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. "No. Not unless you can bring those spiders back to life."]
["Spiders?" Felicia echoed, confusion knitting her brows.]
["The spiders they destroyed! To keep the investors calm!" Harry's voice grew bitter. "Go home, Felicia. Take the day off." He poured another drink, the weight of failure pressing down on him.]
[But Felicia didn't move. She hesitated, watching Harry's defeated posture before speaking up. "Harry... I think there might be another way to get what you want."]
[Harry's glass paused halfway to his lips. "What do you mean?"]
["I overheard McCann talking with the head of security," Felicia confessed. "Before they destroyed the spiders... they extracted Venom."]
[Harry froze. The glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor. He rushed toward Felicia, his eyes wide. "What did you just say?"]
["They did it to avoid lawsuits while keeping the data intact for future use," Felicia explained, her voice steady despite the tension.]
["Where is it?" Harry demanded.]
["Somewhere in this building. It's stored under a special project that isn't officially recorded."]
[Harry immediately turned to his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. 'Special Project: Last Access - One hour ago. Authorized by: Harry Osborn.' Harry's brows furrowed. I didn't authorize this...]
['Enter Ravencroft Files.'] Harry's heart pounded as he watched footage of Max Dillon's accident—falling into the electric eel tank, the horrifying experiments McCann and his team conducted on him. Just as the video reached its peak, it abruptly cut out. A warning message flashed across the screen: Your user rights have been frozen.]
[Harry's heart sank. He knew immediately that something was wrong. From outside his office, Felicia's panicked voice echoed, "He's busy! You can't go in! He's busy!"]
[But the door burst open, and McCann strode in confidently, flanked by security guards. Harry shot him a glare. "What the hell did you do?"]
["The real question is, what did you do?" McCann sneered. "An employee dies, and your first instinct is to cover it up? As CEO, that's beyond irresponsible."]
[Harry exploded, his voice hoarse with fury. "No! You covered it up! You buried him in a psychiatric hospital under my name!"]
["Ravencroft is an institution for psychiatric research," McCann replied coldly.]
["You're conducting human experiments there!" Harry lunged at McCann, but the guards restrained him easily.]
["Every scientific breakthrough requires sacrifice," McCann retorted smugly. "Now, given your gross misconduct, you're… how should I put this politely? Fired." His grin widened.]
[McCann had won. He framed Harry for Max's death, clearing Oscorp's name while simultaneously ousting Harry from the company. It was a perfect, ruthless move.]
["You'll never get away with this!" Harry spat, struggling against the guards' grip.]
["I already have," McCann whispered, leaning in close. "You'll die a pathetic death, just like your father. But unlike him, no one will mourn you."]
[Harry seethed with rage, grabbing McCann's collar, but the guards pulled him back. "Wait," Harry hissed, his voice low. "I can walk out on my own."]
[McCann signaled to the guards, who released Harry. With one final, venomous glare, Harry walked out of Oscorp, his mind already racing.]
[Felicia watched in silence, fear knotting in her stomach. If they could do this to Harry, what chance did she have?]
"McCann, you bastard," Harry growled under his breath as he left the building. But deep down, he felt a grim satisfaction. The broadcast had revealed McCann's manipulations ahead of time, giving Harry the edge he needed to retaliate. He had already used his authority to begin McCann's downfall within the Austen Group.
"You're finished this time, McCann," Harry muttered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. As expected, Connor hadn't been the sole mastermind behind the Spider experiments. Harry had uncovered deleted data files buried deep in the company servers.
All he needed to do now was restore that data and hand it over to the authorities. McCann wouldn't just lose his cushy job—he'd be spending the rest of his life rotting in prison.
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