Liberation

"You've got to be joking me, ah c'mon Jonah, just one more chance, one more chance."

Eddie Brock was practically on his knees begging and he was looking up at Jameson. Jameson leaned towards him and stared down Brock, just taking in this pathetic waste on his knees before him.

"Get up Brock, look at you, you're pathetic!" Jameson snapped loudly as his eyes locked onto Brock's, unable to believe this pathetic excuse for a human looking so pathetic. "I've given you one assignment and that is to get me pictures, something that I could train a monkey to do. And the monkey would fling less shit than what you've given me, Brock!"

Jameson's no indoor voice echoed and Brock's hands twitched.

"I need this job, JJ, please have a heart," Brock commented as his nerves were on a trigger, he was practically foaming at the mouth.

"A heart, no you should have displayed something that resembled competence!" Jameson barked as he slammed his hands down on the desk which caused things to rattle. He shifted his gaze at Brock.

"Jonah….boss….I can make it up to you, make it worth your while," Eddie managed as his voice stammered and shook.

Jameson's gaze focused on Eddie.

"Get off the floor, you're scuffing up the carpet!" Jameson shouted as Eddie scrambled to his feet. Eddie nearly fell over in his haste to get up and Jameson leaned forward as he peered his soon to be former ex-photographer in the face. "After all the chances I've given you, you have the balls to ask me for another one. Why, just so you can drop the ball again and make me look like an idiot?"

The man stammered before he tried to stand himself up straighter, before he stared him in the eyes.

"One more chance, sir, one more chance," Eddie begged but Jameson shook his head.

"No, unless you have photos of Spider-Man, or Arcane or the Blur, that don't like they were taken by a blind monkey," Jameson stated to him and when it was obvious that Eddie Brock had nothing of the sort, it caused Jameson to lose his shit immediately. "No, then what the hell are you doing with me? Get out of my office, get, get, GET OUT OF HERE!"

Jameson bared down at Eddie Brock but the grizzled publisher was not done ripping Brock a new one.

"And if you don't get all of your crap cleaned out of your desk, I'll throw it out in the ally with the rest of the trash!"

Brock flinched as he made his way out of the office. He walked past Lois's desk, who was casually working through a story that she was filing. The large man placed his hands on her desk and stared down at the fearless reporter.

"Thanks for backing me up, Lane," Brock commented in a nasty tone of voice and Lois barely even acknowledged his presence. "After all we shared, you just had to get me kicked out on the street."

"Hey, you're the one who didn't deliver not me," Lois remarked to Brock as she added as an afterthought in undertone. "Although I wonder if poor performance is a recurring thing for you or if it's just with your job."

Brock's expression flickered with a grunt and a grimace, he could not believe that. He angrily turned around and made his way towards his desk.

Betty watched Brock make his way through his desk and he ripped open the drawers of the desk. She then turned her attention fully to Lois.

"Yeah, he's a bit….upset, isn't he?" Betty asked Lois and Lois shrugged her shoulders before returning back to the story.

"He's just nothing but a bunch of hot air, I'm not worried too much about him," Lois offered as she bit her tongue down and kept penning her latest story.

The truth of the matter was she was more used to handling people like Brock, pumped up gorillas like that were a dime a dozen. They had big egos that compensated for other parts of them were not as big. She dealt with them every single step along the way in college and she was going to continue dealing with them in her adult life. That was just an unfortunate fact of life.

"Are you sure you're not worried about him?" Betty asked as she placed her hands on the side of Lois's desk before turning and sitting. Her skirt shifted to show a bit of her stocking clad leg.

"Nah, he's harmless," Lois offered as she used her pen to continue to work through her latest story.

She was trying to figure out what was going on with the mysterious Arcane and what he was doing. He was turning up in the oddest places and it was really causing her to rack her brain to figure out where he would turn up next.

Lois did feel smug satisfaction at the fact that the Friends of Humanity were going to be taken down even more notches in the future. Creed might have ramped up his membership drive but there were certain parties out there who were ramping up their efforts to give Creed and his goons a lot of pain and to Lois, that was a victory.

Brock's anger festered inside him as he was on the phone with his agent.

"Hey, Vinnie, yeah we better talk about Jameson, make sure that he know what he's letting go, knows all of the offers that I could have on the table," Brock commented to his agent on the other side of the phone. "No, you're the man, you're the man but yes, I'm the man."

Lois could hardly hold back rolling her eyes at what she figured to be a couple of jackasses who were hee-hawing back and forth over that phone.

She turned her attention to the other mysterious thing that was monopolizing her life and that was the Star Child. She only had a few brief glimpses of him but she was enticed by the thoughts of getting a greater glimpse of him.

Lois smiled, pretty soon she would find out what was going on here.

Norman Osborn watched the view screen with extremely bloodshot eyes as he followed the progress of everything that was occurring around him. Osborn slowly blinked and studied the situation as he indulged himself in one of his favorite hobbies.

He blamed Spider-Man, the X-Men, Arcane, and Doctor Octopus, not necessarily in that order, for his predicament. Osborn's eyes followed the progress of Spider-Man, his expression calculating and his jaw set. The top of his head was still vacant of any hair.

"This better be a cure for my baldness," Osborn stated as he saw the looming figure in the mirror behind him.

"We're working on it, but surely my talents would be better served for other endeavors than growing your hair out," the man stated in an oily voice. "Perhaps, if I might make a suggestion, to invest in a toupee."

"You don't make suggestions, your job is to do as I say!" Osborn snapped and the man turned his hands over before throwing them up into the air. "Do not bother me until you have a cure that will restore my hair to its full glory!"

The fact that Norman Osborn had any flaws bothered the man to no end. He refused to think that he could be a flawed individual to begin with and his eyes flashed with annoyance as he started to click through the security footage.

Spider-Man reminded him that there was a lot for him to do and it reminded him that there were certain steps that he had to take to acquire the keys to his destiny. He looked at the screen and malicious thoughts flickered through his mind. There was one thought that also burned through his mind with wicked intensity.

'What is your game, Spider-Man?' Osborn thought to himself as he saw his new garb.

If one could not know their enemy, that it would be next to impossible to know themselves. Osborn understood that now more than ever before.

'What is your game, Spider-Man?' Osborn repeated to himself and this was a sympathy that beat a steady rhythm over and over in his head.

Osborn thought about that even more and pondered the situation, but he understood one thing for sure, with the web slinger acting the way he was, it was extremely unlike he was well. Spider-Man was acting grossly out of character. He tried to calibrate each moment of his enemy's life and tried to piece together the puzzle of what his sudden change of attitude was.

He then remembered, it was around the time that the alien ship landed that Spider-Man made his debut with the black suit. And in that short time, his attitude changed.

Osborn saw the amazing power that suit offered the web slinger and knew deep inside his mind that he had to study it, make the suit his. He knew that with this and the new and improved goblin formula.

There was an intercom that came to life.

"Yes, this better be important," Norman stated in a harsh voice.

"Well you seem to be burning the midnight oils, Uncle Norman," the voice on the other end of the communication stated.

"Oh, this is a pleasant surprise, my favorite nephew," Norman commented, his voice brightening although there was an undercurrent of distrust before it. "How's school?"

"It was over six months ago," the young man over the communication link stated.

"My mistake, I've been extremely ill," Norman offered as he flipped through the folders that contained the notes from the MRD. Those fools didn't know what needed to be done to achieve success, they fought him every step of the way.

"Fair enough," the voice said over the phone. "My father wants to work with the family business."

"Yes, your father," Norman commented as he kept his hand on the receiver and tapped on it, smiling a tiny bit. "So tell me, how is Lionel doing?"

"The usual steady diet of criticism," the young man over the phone stated. "He keeps claiming that I'm a screw up waiting to happen."

"Naturally, he doesn't recognize your potential," Norman offered. "A father would be proud to have a son like you, Lex."

It was then where the door opened and Harry Osborn turned up, hearing these heart felt words delivered. Words that he always thought that would be directed to him.

The younger Osborn gritted his teeth, his father never made any time for him. His mother died when he was really young, through circumstances that Harry did not know about. And his father forbade questions about her.

"I'll call you back later Lex, certain matters have come up," Norman offered before he put down the phone and turned to eye his son. "Is there any particular reason why you're loitering in my office door, son?"

"The school counselor sent this report home with me," the younger Osborn stated as he shifted nervously and handed Norman the report.

Norman snatched it from his hand and tore it open. The eyes of the business tycoon followed every word on the paper and traced his eyes around and kept reading everything that was on the paper. Harry looked nervous as his father was readying the report, his eyes flickering over every single word.

"It says you got into a fight," Norman remarked crisply before he slapped down the paper.

"With Flash Thompson and it wasn't a fight I was just…"

"You decided to act like a common thug," Norman remarked as his voice grew in crispness and he kept his eyes tracing down the eyes of his son. "You decided to act like a common thug and fight this Thompson boy. And did you even win this fight?"

The younger Osborn hung his head like a dog that had been caught doing his business on the rug. "No, sir."

"I see," Norman offered crisply before he watched him. "You only pick fights that you know that you can win and if you know that you can't win, you become a friend to your enemy, until you can figure out their weaknesses and then eliminate them. It's a rule of survival that you must learn if you hope to last in the real world."

The younger Osborn nodded as Norman's expression twisted towards the door and he took it as his cue to get out of there.

The elder Osborn turned back to his work and was angered that he sired such a worthless waste of sperm of a son.

"You've done amazing work, Harry," Ororo commented as Harry walked her through the school and the green eyed wizard offered a smile to the weather controlling mutant.

"I do try," Harry remarked as he wrapped up the tour of the school.

"Well, I don't think anyone could have done better if they tried," Ororo offered to him and Harry's smile widened over his face.

"Keep talking like that and my head won't even fit through the front door," Harry remarked as he looked at her. "How are things over at the Institute?"

Ororo paused for a few seconds, she was trying to best answer that question. Diplomacy was something that she learned with the best. "We're going through a transitional period."

Harry knew what she meant by that and he wondered if they got any new students.

"We're just trying to keep the students that decided to remain behind well trained despite the circumstances," Ororo offered as she offered a labored sigh. "And Hank is trying to do what he can to make something about the Mansion's security system to be mostly passable."

"No one broke in yet, did they?" Harry asked them.

Ororo shook her head in negative. "No, we have not had no security threats of note in the last month."

"I'd hate to think that people were trying killing you guys on my account," Harry joked with her.

Ororo smiled. "Logan and Charles are more than capable of having more than enough people who have been after their heads and that was even before you've shown up."

Harry did recall, Xavier and Logan did make more than their fair share of enemies during their days and would make even more as time went on.

"I think that things will work out for the best," Ororo commented to Harry and the wizard smiled at her.

"Let's hope so," Harry told her as he placed his hand on hers in a friendly manner. "And there's something that tells me that we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

"We will," Ororo agreed as she wondered what happened to Harry, it was like he shot up almost half of a foot, if not more in the weeks that he was gone. "Charles was wrong to be worried about your capabilities, but he's got his plate more than full now. He's still trying to find out the mysterious regarding the Church of Shi'ar Enlightenment."

"He's not the only one," Harry said, he was going to arrange a meeting with Lilandra before too long and they would come face to face. He was trying to find out more information before he jumped head long into the situation. He knew that if he tried to deal with this thing without thinking about it, he was going to run head long onto trouble.

"What have you found out?" Ororo asked.

"Not much that isn't available with anyone who can do a Google search," Harry admitted, he was going to have to arrange that face to face meeting sooner than later. "I've got another problem, it's regarding Spider-Man."

"His new attitude," Ororo offered, she did hear rumors about it, there was an incident involving Spider-Man and Scott where Scott refused to say what the web head did to him, only it had been humiliating.

"New attitude, which doesn't happen without a reason," Harry commented as he placed his hand to his chin. "Not sure if it's a clone, it's a shape shifter, mind control, or anything."

Harry was at a loss to why someone would clone Peter, given that one of him seemed sufficient enough and he was saying that as someone who found the guy rather amusing. Although his brand of humor was an acquired taste but still the more he thought about it, the more he smelled a rat.

"So is there something else you need?" Harry asked to Ororo.

Oorro smiled, there were so many ways that question could be answered. "It can wait until later."

"Very well, I'll see you later," Harry remarked, he had to meet with Gwen outside of Midtown High now.

Harry popped away but he made sure that no eyes saw him appearing randomly out of thin air. He arrived outside Midtown High School and stepped forward from the shadows. He inclined his head up and soon enough he saw Gwen.

"I'm telling you, I'm sure he's cracked underneath the pressure," Chloe offered as she whispered to Gwen. "You know, he's working for Jameson. Lois told me enough about him to realize that he's a slave driver and then….well given his other activities, who would be the model of sanity?"

"Maybe," Gwen offered as she kept her eyes locked onto the situation. The blonde with the headband was really thinking about this and wondered what Peter was thinking.

Or even if he was thinking, there was something that was there.

"It could be a problem," Harry remarked as he walked up behind them and Chloe and Gwen jumped in the air, as they spun to face him.

"And once again, you sneak up on girls, I swear you've got a fetish," Chloe remarked as she watched Harry with a smile crossing her face.

Harry's smile got wider as he watched both of them. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

Kara showed up as well as M'gann because there was some reason why Harry thought that they need all the help that they could get.

"I'd like to hang around and help but….deadlines to meet and….I've got a job that I've got to check in with in an hour," Chloe offered before she thought about it. The principal really was leaning on her with the Friends of Humanity propaganda and to ramp it up. She managed to get out of it, at least for now, because Football season was in full swing and people ate up fluff pieces of how Flash Thompson lead the team to another inspiring victory.

"Oh what do you do?" Kara asked for her.

"Customer service tech support," Chloe offered to Kara and the blonde disguised as a brunette smiled.

"Oh that sounds like fun," Kara remarked in an excited tone of voice.

Chloe shook her head in exasperation before she commented. "No, seriously, it really isn't, so anyway, talk to you later."

Chloe hugged Gwen goodbye before she did the same thing to Harry. She lingered a bit longer in Harry's arms as she felt his strong arms tighten around her body. The blonde had a widened grin on her face but she pushed away.

"I can't believe the gall of Parker!"

That was the sound of Flash Thompson who was limping and Mary Jane and Harry Osborn showed up behind him, both looking amused.

"You've got admit, that's kind of funny," Osborn the Younger stated as he walked out.

Gwen was curious as Mary Jane walked up to them with a smile, although it was a rather uneasy one. Harry Osborn was curious as he saw who this young man.

"Harry, you haven't met….well Harry," Gwen remarked as she looked from one Harry to the other Harry. "Harry Osborn, Harry Potter…."

"So this is the famous Harry Potter," Osborn the younger stated in a calm tone of voice. He heard Gwen mention in a few times, although he thought that this was another person that he'd have to live up to along with Peter, Tess, and Lex. Not to mention as of late, Spider-Man and those X-Men had been given more attention by his father than Harry had.

"Yes, and you must be Harry Osborn," Harry commented as he stared with him as there was a moment where he thought that the younger Osborn had a chip on his shoulder.

"I'd love to say, but I've got tutoring to go to, some of us don't have the luxury of having top grades and get to graduate high school a year earlier," Osborn the younger stated as he turned around and walked off.

"Don't know what his problem is," Mary Jane offered as she smiled to Harry. "Hey, Harry, good to meet you again."

"Hey, MJ," Harry remarked as he spun around. "You haven't met Kara or Megan haven't you?"

"No," Mary Jane offered, she made a mental note that Harry seemed to surround himself with some fairly good looking women. She wondered if he should be carrying a pimp cane around or something. "It's good to meet both of you though, I'm Mary Jane Watson."

"Please to meet you, I'm Kara," Kara commented as she shook her hand, careful not to give too strong of a grip. Harry warned her about that because humans were fragile.

"Megan," Megan offered as she looked towards the other redhead.

"So what was up with that guy?" Harry asked.

"Oh Flash Thompson….well I don't really know," Gwen said as she deferred to Mary Jane and the redhead was only too happy to tell them, if the man himself did not bring himself to start talking.

"I can't believe it, I was just messing with him, and he picked me up and tried to stuff me into a locker. Come on who does that?"

"Um, you Flash, every day in your Freshman year to Parker."

"SHUT UP KONG!"

Flash slammed his hand down against the wall and Harry stood rather carefully.

"His aunt's worried about him," Mary Jane whispered to Gwen and Gwen nodded in a solemn tone. "I don't know if this is some kind of stage where he's going through or something but…..it's starting to become unbearable to be around him."

Gwen nodded, it was annoying although there were circumstances she supposed.

"So how are you and Peter doing?" Gwen asked Mary Jane.

Mary Jane waved it off. "Peter and I….well we're not really doing….after what's been going on. We're friends still I guess but…..we're not doing the dating thing anymore."

"Oh, sorry about that," Gwen commented to Mary Jane.

"Not your fault, just one of those things that happened, plus it was a high school fling, not really expecting it to be much of anything," Mary Jane commented, unlike some people, she had more realistic expectations regarding her high school level relationships.

As Mary Jane bid them her goodbyes, Harry stood up and wondered where Spider-Man swung off to.

If he could find the web slinger, he might be able to find out the situation.

"Did you say that he had a black suit?" Kara whispered to Gwen and Harry.

"Yes, he does, recently," Gwen offered and Kara's eyes widened, no surely not, there had to be a better explanation than this.

The head of Peter Parker beat like a never ending drum as he made his way to the church clock tower.

'Relax, it's going to be okay, it's going to be….'

'No it's not going to be okay,' Peter thought as he staggered around before he nearly dropped to one knee, it twitching as he bent upon it.

Peter thought about the suit, at first it felt really good, in fact it made him feel really good but now the suit….it was changing him and screwing with his mind. The web slinger was trying to force himself up to a standing position but he collapsed down to his knees and started to breath in and out heavily.

'It's the suit, it's screwing with my mind,' Peter thought as he tugged at the side of his face and tried to remove it. 'I got to get it off….somehow, got to get it off before it's too late.'

'Don't you think that you're overreacting,' the suit thought as Peter's breathing got even heavier and extremely labored.

'No, I'm not….not overreacting, I don't know what you're doing to me,' Peter projected back to the suit as he struggled vainly to yank it off.

'We will be a part of you and soon you will be part of the final stage of the bonding,' the suit remarked loudly and Peter's eyes widened as he once again squirmed and twisted out of his position.

'Final stage of the bonding, what are you talking about?' Peter thought as he once again tried to pull the suit off but his only body betrayed him.

'You are a perfect specimen for us, Peter Parker,' the suit thought to him, its lust becoming rather strong and he wanted a piece of the young man ensnared in his clutches.

Peter did not know why but he suddenly wanted to get this suit off of him, along with taking a cold shower as soon as possible. It was hard to rip it off of him but he tried, struggled yes but he tried to pull it from his body. The web slinger was trying to rock back and forth to get the suit off of his body but no matter how much he tried, the suit remained stuck to his body.

'Get off, please get off,' Peter thought to himself as he tried to work the suit off of him but no matter what, the web head could not get the material off of him.

'Relax Peter, relax, we are together, we are one,' the suit breathed in and out as the living suit tried to wrap itself around him and try and squeeze the life out of Peter.

Peter was panicking, actually that was an understatement of the century, Peter Parker was freaking out and losing his mind as he tried to pry the suit off from around his body as it wrapped tighter around him, nearly causing his eyes to bulge.

'The final bonding is the deepest commitment, yes you are a tasty specimen Peter,' the suit breathed as it worked its tendrils down between Peter's legs and caressed him lovingly.

It was starting to get creepy to say the very least and Peter felt himself surrounded by darkness. There was two little pinpricks of light but the suit was taking control of him and using his body to sate his own desires.

'I grow and devour off of the organic energy off of people before I consume them,' the suit stated.

'That's horrible,' Peter thought as he tried to squirm his way out.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not squirm out. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place and this suit did more than change his life, it was taking over his body and forcing him to be something that he was not. At first, he was trying to rationalize the situation in his head but the more things were happening, the more he was getting trapped by the suit.

He was trapped in the clock tower and the bonding process was beginning, with Peter trying to push himself out of the process. His eyes blinked over and over again as his breathing became extremely labored and he was punished by the suit as it kept wrapping around him and latched him to the walls. He was kicking and trying to push out of the assault.

"It's about as bad as I thought it was," Kara said as she closed her eyes and sighed. She recognized it right away, it was something that was left in her father's lab that her mother made her swear never to go anywhere near.

"What is it, Kara?" Harry asked to her as he placed his arm around her waist and the blonde's eyes widened as she peered up towards the clocktower where Spider-Man was shown.

"I don't know myself but I can hear a thought pattern but it's…garbled and unfriendly," M'gann offered to them.

"Great, that's reassuring," Gwen stated as she placed her hand against the wall and arched her head up before she was watching the situation.

Kara decided that after a few seconds, she was going to have to explain it to them. Harry's expression caused her to get the courage that she needed to tell them what she knew even though there were parts of it that she had no clue about.

"I think….Spider-Man might have gotten infected by something that was attached to my ship," Kara remarked as she placed her hand on her hips and craned her neck as she tried to peer closer to the tower.

"How?" Gwen asked and Kara turned her head around before she followed the progress of the organism that she remembered.

"My father found a symbiotic organism in a mine," Kara informed Harry and the green eyed wizard nodded as he waved for her to continue. "He thought that he could use it for his own gains but….it didn't really work out the way he intended."

"And by not work the way you intended, you mean…."

Kara closed her eyes as Harry threw his arm around her shoulders and the blonde gained the strength that she needed to tell the rest of the story.

"Yeah, it's just like that way…..he was messing with it one day, and suddenly….."

Alura managed to sense her daughter's distress from afar and helpfully chimed in with a telepathic connection that she forged between M'gann, Kara, Gwen, and Harry. 'Zor-El captured the creature and subjected it to be experimentation. The best that I could tell from his notes is that it is a rare symbiotic lifeform that has parasitic qualities that is found deep under grounds. First it bonds with the lifeform, then it absorbs its life energy, and then it consumes them.'

Gwen was not too happy about that thought and her eyes widened as her expression became rather numb. She was blinking a slight bit and she worried about her friend, she really was and it was hard to keep focused on doing what she needed to do.

"Gwen, we'll find a way to get him out," Harry remarked before he placed his hands on his forehead. "Please tell me it has any weaknesses."

"Unfortunately, I sealed it away until I could have an opportunity to destroy it," Alura told them before she let out a sigh before telling them the drastic situation that she had to deal with. "In fact…it was good when I did seal it away because…..it killed Zor-El."

Alura thought it was prudent to spare them of the grimmer details of how the symbiote killed Zor-El. There was not enough of him left to bury. She only told Kara that her father died in a lab accident. That was more than enough for an eight year old to take in.

"And it escaped when Krypton was destroyed and attached….oh my," Kara breathed as slumped her shoulders but Harry pulled her in tighter.

"M'gann, see if you can get a thought pattern on that thing," Harry told the Martian Girl and she nodded before closing her eyes and focusing.

"Right, I'm trying to find it," M'gann offered as she closed her eyes even tighter and heard the patterns, as garbled as they were.

Harry meanwhile was trying to figure out how he was going to defeat a life form that he had no idea what weaknesses it had. He wondered if it was weak to magic. Granted that would be a really poor weakness all things considered but it was worth a shot more than anything. Harry was running out of options.

"I'm going on in," Harry told them and he turned to Kara. "Stand by if things get ugly and only if I'm unable to get out of there."

"Right," Kara told him although she hugged him tightly and planted her lips onto his with a searing good luck kiss.

With a gesture like that, Harry was ready to go up, up, and away to the sky. His green eyes flickered as he got closer to the destination. There was something about the symbiote that put him on edge but he could worry about that later.

He saw the black goo oozing out of the entrance. He levitated it out of the way, careful not to touch any of it on himself. Then when it was up on a ledge safely, he blasted it.

'Hmm, no dice, well that's fucking great,' Harry thought to himself as he stepped into the tower and managed to somehow use a scouring charm to get the essence bits of the suit away.

Active magic did not work but passive magic did so Harry had to use that to his advantage. He screwed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip as he did what he needed to do to get everything ready.

He scoured the goo away and slid his way inside, his foot nearly stuck to the ground but he pulled out of its grip.

"Help me."

That was done nearly in a whisper but Harry heard it already and he saw the form of Spider-Man or what was once Spider-Man.

'Harry….he's….we don't have much time,' M'gann thought to him through the mental link.

'Right….sorry Peter, this might hurt a little bit,' Harry thought as his hands began to twist and he aimed for the symbiote.

He sent two purple bolts of magical energy and caused the symbiote to scream in pain. There was a few seconds where the symbiote retracted.

The black suited Spider-Man tightened its grip around the web slinger, his eyes blazing with even more intensity than ever before his black threads shot towards him.

"You'll make an excellent appetizer," he stated.

"First of all, you don't know where I've been," Harry commented as he dodged the attacks at super speed.

"Stand still!"

'Peter, if you're in there, if you're in there anywhere at all, find a way to fight the suit,' Harry thought to him but he somehow knew that was easier said than done. The suit was rebelling against Peter and forcing him to do things that he would normally do.

Harry had to think outside the box and once again he sent a spell off to the side.

Said spell ricocheted off of the wall and clang against the bell.

The noise was ear splitting and Harry felt his head nearly split open from the thought of it. His eyes fluttered shut but then he twisted his head over. He noticed something, the suit was going all haywire due to the sound.

"Oh, you don't like the noise, do you?" Harry asked, as he drew back and ran at super speed into the bell.

The loud clanging and ringing of the church bells drove the suit into a frenzy and its next antics were to keep Harry away.

"Unpleasant," the suit growled as the suit along with the host inside were uncomfortable.

"Unpleasant is something that I do to people who try and kill me," Harry remarked with a smile.

The suit was trying its best to kill Harry for certain, he ducked and dodged, to try and pivot his way around the attacks. His super speed was a valuable tool and he forced the symbiote to inadvertently strike the bell.

Peter's eyes widened.

'Oh, you're back….I never thought I'd be happy to see Arcane….man that sounded utterly bitter, let's start again,' Peter thought as he tried to pull himself off. The web slinger was trying to break his way out of the suit.

The suit sealed him up, there was more than that and he used the webbing to block the bell.

"You won't be able to defeat me so easily," the black suit growled as Harry reared his arm back, before two pairs of brass knuckles appeared on his fists.

"You want to bet?" Harry asked as he smiled. "Spidey, this is going to hurt me a whole lot more than it's going to hurt you and it's going to hurt you a hell of a lot."

Harry went at super speed and channeled sonic vibrations, before he nailed the black suited Spider-Man with a good old fashioned Power of the Punch, like many great British gentlemen used before him.

The sonic explosion knocked the suit back and Spider-Man screamed before Harry reared back once again and slammed it into him once again.

The suit was separated from Peter, just barely. His tattered clothes and bruised face was available. He looked like someone who had undergone a very bad case of the flu.

"NO, I MUST HAVE YOU!" the creature stated as was now an indistinguishable blob with an ugly face in it. It was raising its webbing and shot towards Harry.

Instinctively he squinted his eyes and fired heat vision towards it.

'Heat vision hurts it,' Harry thought to them.

'Yeah I've noticed,' M'gann thought as she heard the psychic backlash, it was completely and utterly horrifying to hear.

'Kara, would you like to give me a hand or a couple eyes rather?' Harry asked.

Kara smiled, as she got up. She was the one who helped bring this thing to this planet, even though it was a mistake.

"Wait….we can…."

That thing was too dangerous to live and Kara sent her heat vision at it. The creature screamed as it boiled to a crisp.

The creature disappeared as Peter dropped down to the ground, shuddering, going into a state in between awake and asleep, in between a state of having warmth and having chills. It was the flu, only far worse.

Harry scanned Peter, the creature had left him, and now it was going to have him get some medical attention.

"Peter will be fine, he'll just need a few days of rest," Gwen told Harry over the phone that night. "The official story is that he caught a really bad bug."

"That's a good thing," Harry informed Gwen as he sat back on the chair and worked through the folder, as he was preparing to do what he could to arrange a meeting with Lilandra, because he wanted to find even more about the Church. His green eyes flickered for a second as he went through everything. "Hopefully the symbiote is gone."

"I don't know if I'd go that far," Gwen offered him in a frustrated tone of voice.

There was something that told Gwen that even though the Symbiote was completely destroyed, there was something that worried her, that it was still out there.

"You'll keep me up to date if anything happens," Harry told Gwen over the phone.

"Yes, I'll tell you, I've got to go, back to the lab tonight," Gwen informed him.

"Stark's smart enough not to let you anywhere near any unstable experiments this time, I hope," Harry informed Gwen but she snickered in amusement.

"It's fine Harry, I'm not near anything unstable, it's all cool," Gwen remarked before she smiled. "In fact, the formula's actually allowing me to get my work done much faster. So there's a silver lining to that cloud."

"If you're sure," Harry told her before the blonde snickered.

"Harry, you can give me another checkup when I swing by tomorrow if you want to," Gwen told him with a smile. "I'll be thinking of you doing this long night at the lab."

"Just don't think of me too hard," Harry told Gwen in a teasing tone. "Or you might get hung up too much. "

"Okay, you're in quite the mood," Gwen offered as she smiled. "I'll try and focus on the work at hand and talk to you later."

"Bye, Gwen," Harry told her as he hung up the phone.

Now after that piece of business out of the way, Harry had his mind on another situation. The Church was something that he had been getting information about but soon enough, he would find out more about that. The fact that the church was made of nothing but women, well that piqued his interest a lot. He would have to find out more about it.

'Harry, I need you,' M'gann thought to him after a few seconds.

'Sure, M'gann, I'll be to your room in a minute,' Harry said and M'gann sighed a bit through the link.

Harry wondered what the hurry was but the emerald eyed enchanter would find out long enough. He made his strides down the hallway and kept up a steady pace. He made his way up the stairs, before he peaked over his shoulder, his green eyes waiting.

"M'gann, it's me," Harry stated as he reached forward and knocked on her door.

"Come in, Harry, M'gann commented to him with a wide smile on her face that Harry could see with his X-Ray vision.

He opened up the door and he saw M'gann sitting on the bed, licking a lollipop slowly. Her tongue trailed on it. She was in complete green Martian form. Her skin was covered in a sexy sheen that was rather dazzling. Her breasts were strained against the top of her schoolgirl uniform, showing her green toned stomach and sexy little belly button. Harry's eyes traveled down and saw her legs, along with the sexy arches of her feet.

"Hello Megan," Harry stated as he could not keep her eyes off of her, or rather the licking of his lollipop.

A Martian schoolgirl was not something that he considered before although he wondered why this would be. This seemed like to be one of the most natural things in the world to say the least. She shifted a little bit and showed a tiny hint of her panties towards him. A smile crossed her face as she continued to work her tongue around the lollipop that was in her mouth.

"Hi Harry," M'gann offered to him, with a sultry smile and a blinking of her eyes.

The truth was being a telepath was both a blessing and a curse because they could hear the thoughts of everyone. Of course, if the thoughts of everyone were seedy, that caused everything to come completely undone and cause them to experience sexual frustrations.

"So what did you need?" Harry asked her.

M'gann smiled at him, as she spread her legs to reveal that she was not wearing any panties underneath her skirt.

"You, Harry, I need you, in me," M'gann breathed as she threw herself at him, before ripping his pants open, showcasing her Martian strength.

Jean rested her head on Harry's right shoulder as Rachel rested her head on Harry's left shoulder and M'gann had her head resting on Harry's bare lap.

'I think they might have heard us all the way in Massachusetts,' Rachel thought in an amused tone.

'Oh don't be crazy, we weren't that bad,' M'gann thought but that was a matter that was up for debate.

In Massachusetts, Emma Frost's eyes glazed over in pleasure as she started to blink before she took a deep breath. She sensed a psychic backlash that was far stronger than anything she had ever felt in her life. The blonde's hands rose to her head as she tried to clear her head and the thoughts that came with it.

She sat in her office at the Massachusetts Academy for Girls and tried to lock onto what was happening. There was something that was strong and she placed a hand on her head as she tried to find the feedback loop that had caused her so much pleasure so long before.

'Curious,' Emma thought to herself as the door opened and five identical girls that looked like younger versions of Emma entered. They were dressed in schoolgirl uniforms and stared her down.

"You did feel that to, my dears," Emma told them and they all nodded numbly. The haze of pleasure danced through their eyes. "I thought so."

She wondered what happened that caused her such intensity and she placed her hands on the table before her blue eyes simmered with desire as she thought about it. She felt the moisture that pooled from between her legs.

'What happened?' Emma thought to herself before she tried to focus on it, she needed something, a spark to lock onto it. If she could just do it, she would be able to find out what was happening around her.

She saw it in the mist of her mind and then placed her hand on the side of her head, to continue to focus. The blonde was really keeping her thoughts together but now she had it.

She had it in the distance and the blonde could not wait to experience these feelings in person.

Those green eyes, she saw them once before and he was an interesting curiosity that she wanted to learn even more about.

'Mr. Potter, you are quite talented, aren't you?' Emma thought to herself as she flipped over the document on her desk.

It was an image of the mysterious Star Child that many had been running themselves ragged by. He was giving these people the runaway and now the blonde telepath placed a hand to the side of her head, contemplating the situation at hand.

Emma's smile widened as she saw what he did, to multiple females, driving them to the amazing heights of erotic passion. The blonde focused on these images and there was a few seconds where she was lost in her thoughts. It was not for long, as there was another figure that showed up.

The quintet of schoolgirl blondes parted each other and allowed the young woman to enter. She was dressed in a nice white blouse with a skirt, along with knee high boots. Her red hair tied up in a ponytail and her eyes locked onto Emma's.

"You wanted to see me, Headmistress," she stated in a breathless tone of voice.

"Angelica Jones," Emma addressed her in a formal tone as she flipped through the documents and the redhead inclined her head in acknowledgement. "You have some of the top grades at the Academy and you are the unofficial leader of our little….group."

"I believe Regan was granted that honor, Headmistress," Angelina commented back to Emma and Emma's hands folded over her lap as she peered forward into Angelica's eyes.

"Yes, she has been given that honor," Emma agreed to her. "But you cannot deny that you've been able to reign in the other girls and make sure that her more….outlandish tendencies get tempered."

Angelica had to smile a little bit with this proclamation that Emma gave her. Given that she respected the Headmistress that meant a lot to her.

"And a new institute has been created to be in competition with Xavier and myself," Emma remarked before she saw the materials on the desk that she acquired. "It was more than inevitable that this was going to happen. The Shining Light Academy for the Gifted could be one of the more premier academies in the world, especially given that young Mister Potter allows a similar recruitment structure."

"He only recruits females," Angelica commented and Emma nodded.

"You're getting the picture," Emma remarked before she placed her hands down on the desk before she leaned forward. "I believe that he'll be an interesting person to form an alliance with and he'll find the benefits are great."

Angelica wondered what her Headmistress was cooking up now. The blonde fixed her head on the redhead as they nodded slowly.

"I wonder if you'd be interesting in a transfer," Emma told Angelica and the redhead's head inclined a slight bit, a raised eyebrow corked. "Just think about it, my dear."

"Of course," Angelica stated as she turned around to leave. She wondered what Emma was cooking out. She had been taken under Emma's wing personally and trained to use her powers.

A buzzing came over the intercom and Emma clicked it on.

"Miss Frost, Mr. Shaw is here to see you," the voice over the intercom stated.

"Of course, we better not delay this," Emma stated as she got to her feet and wondered what Shaw wanted. The blonde got to her feet and took several strides towards the door.

She would only have to put up with Shaw a bit longer, this much she was for certain. The Hellfire Club was all about prestige but it was also all about making sure they got the best deal out of the situation.

It was time to plan.

Norman Osborn leaned forward and kept his eyes focused on the glass case that was in front of him. The case contained the piece of the suit that he managed to acquire from Spider-Man. He found his eyes staring at the suit before he smiled, his smile getting even wider as he watched the suit's movements develop inside the case.

He would have to get Lex to look at this, it would be a worthwhile project to get him working in the family business. Then he could get one up on the Osborn-Luthor extended family power game. Even though Lionel and Norman were only half brothers, there was a sense of some kind of bubbling hostility between two of them.

Norman edged off, before smiling at the thoughts. If he could figure out how this suit worked, he would have alien technology that was beyond anything the world could ever seen.

He walked off, he had a meeting with his benefactors. He was reminded that these fools had a distinct lack of imagination. Osborn stepped out of the room.

When the older Osborn left, the younger Osborn stepped in. He made his way into the lab.

"Figures you wouldn't be around, Dad," the younger Osborn said as he stepped forward and walked around. "Your little projects, they're all more important than your son, aren't they?"

Harry Osborn stood on his feet and stood his ground before he stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the box.

The black slime inside tapped on the side of the box and Harry Osborn watched the slime, watched the progress. It was almost alive, it was trying to bust its way through the box, it was trying to come out and talk to him. What was it doing, why was it speaking to him like this? Those were questions that Harry was trying to figure out as he made his way around the box, running his hand around it.

With a swift action, Harry opened the box and watched it. The younger Osborn placed his finger on the black goo and allowed it to travel up his body.

He understood everything now.