*Two months later*

The wind was blowing strongly…autumn had reached far. Leaves had fallen off, which made the ground glow in different colors like red, yellow and orange. It made dirty, crushing sounds under the young man's shoes, who walked in the graveyard.

Soon, a bouquet of beautiful roses was placed down on one of the graves and a hand pushed leaves away, revealing the person's name who slept under it.

"Ben Parker, beloved husband, and uncle. RIP."

"Happy birthday, Uncle Ben…", Peter stood up and stepped back, next to Aunt May. "So sorry I didn't come to see you for a long time…I was…well."

May gazed at her nephew…and sighed.

"Peter…are you still blaming yourself for what happened?"

"Well, how can I not? It was my fault that he got shot!"

"No honey…it was an accident. Remember what Ben used to say? What happens, it happens. Sometimes we just have to accept it."

"But…", Peter started.

"No", May shook her head. "Please, let it go, Peter. For me…for Ben. For yourself."

"I wish it could be that easy…but I can't ever forget that scene. So much blood…"

"I know…neither can I. But no matter how much we blame ourselves for what we could have done…it won't bring your uncle back. Instead, you should try to focus on what he dreamed of. Seeing you grow into a fine young man, who is following his heart", May rubbed Peter's shoulder. Sighing, Peter turned to see his aunt.

"I just want to make him proud…he would kick my butt if he could hear how down I fell…"

"Well, sometimes even heroes fall. And then it's time to get up. I think Spider-Man knows that better than anyone", May smiled.

Smiling a little, Peter hugged May. Then, they looked at the grave one more time.

"It's a bit cold…I'm heading back. You coming?", May asked.

"I…I stay a little longer. See you later" Peter smiled. Patting his shoulder, May left.

Falling to his thoughts, Peter thought about this horrible case, which caused so much pain to everyone he cared about. Who could have thought that a little conversation would lead to something like this? And more importantly…what power fear had of the human heart.

"Pete!"

Snapping back to reality, Peter looked over his shoulder and saw Harry waving at him a couple ten meters away, standing in front of a grave.

"Hey, Harry", Peter smiled and walked to his friend. "What's up?"

"Well I met Aunt May and she told me that you're here", Harry leaned against his crutches.

"Wow, did you walk here all by yourself? You're improving day by day!", Peter smiled.

"Yeah…well of course, the driver helped me out of the car. But other than that, yep!", Harry smiled back.

Peter looked at his friend. Harry looked much better than a couple of months ago. The skin was healed from bruises and wounds and color had returned on his face. The only physical things left were Harry's legs. They hadn't healed properly but grew stronger day by day. Harry practiced hard…and was able to walk short distances without help.

"Good to hear…looking at you like this, it's like those horrible nightmares are nothing, but bad dreams!"

"Yeah…but I still have nightmares about Ock's torture. Have you seen him since…?"

"No…he vanished without a trace. Maybe he got tired", Peter laughed.

"I hope so…Dad fears his comeback all the time. Guess who can't still sleep in his room…well not completely?", Harry rolled his eyes.

"Is Storming Norman still overprotective?", Peter chuckled.

"If you only knew…he almost even feeds me! Luckily I have at least some privacy in the bathroom!"

That made both boys laugh. When they were done, they turned to see the grave Harry was standing in front of.

"Bernard Russell, beloved father, husband, and friend. Will be missed by all who knew him."

"I can't believe it's been almost three months…did you find his daughter?", Peter asked.

"Yes…Dad sent some of his employees to Washington and it didn't take long to track her down. And guess what?", Harry said.

"What?"

"Well, at first we searched with a wrong name…until one day, a woman name Violet Russell called. She had heard about the hospital…and wanted to know was it Bernard whose body was found in the ruins."

"Wow…so Violet kept her own surname…kinda surprising since what you told me, Bernard and she had a cold relationship", Peter nodded in surprise.

"So did I…but I spoke with Violet about that. And she said that she thought about him all these years…but was too proud to get in touch. And then…it was too late", Harry said sadly.

"Did she wonder how you knew him? After all, Bernard lived a very lonely life in some mental hospital for many years."

"Yes…I told her how we met. But she wasn't very surprised about what she heard", Harry continued.

"Oh?", Peter looked confused.

"Yeah…Violet said that it was typical for her father to help people. He was always like that…putting himself before everyone. A lionheart, like she used to say as a little girl."

"Just like you…", Peter smiled. "I knew you and Bernard had a lot in common."

"How come?", Harry asked.

"Well, you both put everyone else before yourself. And you both are brave and pure-hearted."

"Just like Spidey", Harry smiled back.

"Maybe…but more important is that Violet finally has a place where to go and visit him. Even though she didn't say it…but I believe that she loved her father, deep inside. After all, most parents want nothing, but best for their children", Peter nodded.

"Yeah…maybe", Harry smiled and gazed at the grave. Both boys stood quietly for a moment when heard a voice behind them.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!"

Turning their heads, boys saw how Norman walked towards them, shutting his phone.

"Hey, Dad", Harry smiled as Norman walked to him and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Good day, sir", Peter greeted. "Busy day at work?"

"You bet…", Norman nodded and turned to son. "Why won't you answer your phone?! I told you to keep it on if I'm calling!"

"What you do like twenty times in a day…Dad, seriously! I'm not a kid!", Harry protested.

"I'm just making sure that you're safe. And if you are not answering, of course, I get worried."

Shaking his head, Harry rolled his eyes. Peter laughed.

"Oh Har, don't take it like that! Norman just cares for you. Remember what we talked about parents?"

"Yeah yeah…"

Smiling, Norman turned to see the grave.

"So…you came to say hi?"

"Yeah…I thought that it would be nice", Harry nodded.

"I understand…I'm sad I never managed to say thank you…Bernard did so much for us."

"I bet he knew it, Mr. O. Like you once said", Peter nodded.

Both Osborns turned to see Peter and smiled back. The trio watched the grave...when Peter's communicator started beeping.

"Yes Agent Venom, what is it?"

"Well, you know what…Frightful Four is attacking a bakery! Bakery, come on! Don't they have anything useful to do?!"

"Okay…well, I'll be there soon", Peter answered and shut the screen.

"I guess I gotta go…but see you later!"

"Yeah", Harry smiled and waved as Peter took his mask from the pocket and ran out of the graveyard. Looking after him, Harry started.

"Hey, Dad?"

"Yes?", Norman asked.

"You know what is the difference between villains and us?"

"No son…I don't think I do. What is it?"

"Well, we have something they don't…and that's Spider-Man", Harry smiled and watched as a familiar figure webbed towards the city. Looking at his son in confusion…until Norman lifted his gaze as well and smiled too.

Spider-Man webbed across the city…and finally landed on the roof, gazing down as his teammates were chasing Trapster, Klaw, Thundra and The Wizard.

"Hiya, bug brain! I knew you'd come back here eventually!", Trapster yelled. "Catch me if you can!"

"Oh, you can count on that!", the young hero jumped down and towards the villain.

Since after all…everything's finally coming up Spidey!

THE END