Peter loved the feeling of her leaning on him, her lips touching his, and her fingertips playing with his body. God he would do anything to be in this exact spot for the rest of his life. His head leaned forward a bit, craving more of her lips, kissing her with more and more passion. "You know, I think you wear my stuff much better than me.." he said against her lips, tugging at the shirt she was wearing. "And its pretty sexy..."He gently pulled her closer to him, not caring about his cut anymore.

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"I have it." 

Harry Osborne held the knife, still covered in the blood of Spider-Man. Norman Osborne stood in front of his son, staring at the knife. "He was at the house?" He asked. Harry nodded. "He said he wouldn't help me... but i managed to cut him. I have blood we can use!" Norman walked over to his desk in his office, taking out a small vial. He took the knife, letting the blood drip in to it. "We can give it to Doctor Octavius..." he looked up. "It will take a bit of time for him to add it in to the serum..." Norman said, but giving a smile and nod. "It is good you took initiative... You will be healed soon..." Norman said.

Harry only nodded, staring at the knife... He knew that Spider-Man would only help those who wanted. Not anyone in need... and he hated him for it.