(HARRY'S POV)

I sat in my office thinking about what to do. I just couldn't leave Paris alone in this world I'm all that she has left. Then I thought of something *spiderman*. Spiderman was bitten by a spider that had unique venom. Maybe if I could get some of the venom that Spiderman has in system maybe I can cure myself and not have to worry about leaving Paris all alone. But how to I get to spiderman? What a second Peter knows spiderman. He takes Spiderman's pictures so he has to know him.

I called Peter and told him to meet me at my private office that one lawyer can't take everything from me. I told Paris to stay home. I don't like leaving her by herself, but I didn't want her there Incase it got ugly. When Peter finally got here I asked him about what my idea. "Spiderman." "What about him?" "He was bitten by one of those things and it worked. I don't how and I don't know why but he can do everything else a spider can including self heal. I need to find him. I need his blood." Peter was now extremely uncomfortable. "You need Spiderman's blood?" Peter slowly sat down in a chair. "It'll save my life." "It may not Har. It may not be that simple. You saw what happened to Curt Connors, right?" "Connors was weak. This is me peter" "I don't think you can just set up a van and have him donate. I mean i'm sure he's sensitive about people shoving needles and." He's sensitive okay. Well, then, maybe you can tell me sensitively where he is and I will go ask him myself." "What?" Harry moved around the table and sat right infront of Peter. "You took his picture." "So?" "You know him." "Harry I took the picture from far away. I used a long lense. I don't know him." "I put together what you said at the river." "What I." "About how he gives people hope. Come on. Just say yes." Peter got up to look at the window. Turning his back to Harry in the process. "Don't turn your back on me!" Harry turned Peter around so he faced him. "I don't want to end up like my father,Peter. Please. Peter please. I can't." Harry than hugged Peter silently crying. "Please. I can't leave Paris by herself in this world. I'm all that she has left." Peter broke the hug and looked at Harry. "I'm gonna try and find spiderman." Peter then left out of the office through the glass doors.

(PARIS'S POV)

I was in my room reading. But I was so bored. Harry said I couldn't come with him to the office because he was discussing something that I couldn't be there for. It has been hours and I was getting worried about Harry. A maid walked into my room and must have noticed that I was upset. She sat down right beside me. It was Rose my favorite maid. She was my favorite because she didn't follow Harry's orders to treat me like a child. She was also only 21 the youngest maid that worked here.

"Are you okay Paris anything you want to talk about?" I looked up at her. "I'm worried about Harry,Rose. He's been angrier a lot more lately." She then placed her hand on my face. "Is that how you got these cuts." I looked shocked. "I noticed them a while ago. I didn't say anything because your brother made a nasty threat." "Rose what did he say?" She gave me a worried look before answering. "Let's just say he said if we told anyone we would regret ever being born." I was shocked. How could he say something like that. I hugged rise and she hugged me back. "Have a good day Paris I have work to finish." I nodded and watched Rose leave and laid back on my bed.

"I hope you know what you're doing Harry. Please be safe I need you." I whispered to myself and tried to take a nap.

(HARRY'S POV)

I just got home "what a day." I hope Peter keeps his promise. All the maids and servants went home as it was night. I went to find Paris. I found her in her room sound asleep. I sat down on her bed gently and looked at her. I noticed the scars on her face and suddenly the fight we had all came back. I felt like such a monster. How could she possibly forgive me for this and still come home back to me. You could barely see the cuts anymore but that didn't make me feel any better. I gently rubbed her face and cried silently. Peter better keep his god damn promise because I just can't leave Paris she needs me. But I think that I need her more then she needs me. I left her room to my room and when I got to my room I collapsed. Why is life being horrible to me. Peter better find spiderman he just better. I got ready for bed and got into my bed. Before I went to sleep I thought of Paris and made a promise. A promise to make sure that she never leaves me and to make sure that I never hurt her again. I slowly let sleep take over and hoped that these promises would be kept.