Norman Osborn stared at the young man who gave him the information, the polymorph that wanted to give him a pawn to play with. The one who informed him about Peter Parker's  vigilante activities  and the  timeline line of his life up to a certain point.  "Why tell me? Why not bring me his head?" He inquired coldly looking at the projected hologram the other man projected. " You could've arranged an accident, you could have stopped him from getting power. " 

The other side of the conversation, the man in blue and silver only smiled. The younger man had the upper half of his face covered by a silver helmet with one glowing optic in the middle. He answered honestly instead of acting like a salesman. He didn't bother to play the tempting devil to someone so similar yet still far below him.

"I also could've had the spider be stopped..but that would've just left a vacuum or delay the inevitable.  Life, destiny has a way of adaptation. And if he dies, the streets will just be flooded with chaos. He'll change and save so many lives causing so many new variables and obstacles. He's a paragon, one of the worst problems I've had with changing the world.  " He explained waving it all away.  " But if I give them the limits I suffered when I was younger, or the right advantages their path diverges. You can only do so much with a hero and narrow minded pursuits. But when you have them grow with different influences, teach them to act without restraint. They're unstoppable and they make the Juggernauts, pardon my French their bitch."

"  Some say the best way to destroy an enemy is to make them your friend. I'm giving you that, put the spider under your wing. With your precision and plans the Spider-man will never be your greatest enemy. I offer you an escape from the madness of fighting him again and again and again! Till one of you is dead. Right now is the perfect opportunity.  Guidance as he finds his way, so you can warp it. To create someone who doesn't hold back, a man that shows the spectacular should be triumphant.  Osborn this will lead to your reign, to you truly controlling New York."

"So with him I get New York and get to be your puppet? A little kingdom while you play Lord over everything else?" Norman inquired suspicious.  

"No, I plan on pure observation. I've tasted that control and it's sours after a while. I'm the Maker, and I want to sit back for this. " There was no point in lying, no reason to push Osborn toward the inevitable.

"Very well I'll take your foundation for the future. And the  Pico-Tech.." Norman looked at the hologram once again.  

"It'll help  will help eat away at Peter's  doubt, make him more of a man by your standards. Trust me Norman with all you know and what he can be he'd be both like weapon and son to you. " The Maker left with that as his goodbye  goodbye, disappearing in blue light and a cold smile, while Norman thought of the designs.