Pietro and Lance were in the living room, enjoying their beer. It had been a few days since Apocalypse killed Magneto and the two were celebrating.
"I'm so glad that asshole is dead," said Lance. "He never did anything for us! He manipulated everything and made everyone miserable!"
"I know!" said Pietro. "He's the reason I betrayed you guys! He forced me to help him in all his stupid plans! He ruined mine and Wanda's childhood! I'm so glad he's dead!"
"And Mystique too! We really lucked out!"
"You can say that again!"
The sipped their beer.
"I just wish Wanda remembered that he was an ass of a father," said Pietro. "I'm sad that I hear her cry everytime I pass her room."
"And I'm sick of hearing Todd scream everytime he trys to cheer her up," said Lance.
"Why can't he take a hint?"
"TOAD!" screamed Wanda from upstairs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" shrieked Todd.
"Guys?" called Fred.
"I'm going to see Kitty," said Lance.
"And I'm going for a run," said Pietro.
Harry was in his room, sitting on his bed, face in his hands. It had been two weeks since his dad died and he felt horrible.
Peter was with Harry in his room, worried about his best friend.
"Harry, you gotta stop doing this to yourself."
"My dad died, Pete. Because of that bug!"
"Spidey didn't mean to kill him, Har."
"Yeah right! He should've helped him! He killed him!"
"It's so like you to stick up for the bug! You're just as bad as he is! I know about you and Gwen!"
Peter was stunned by this. A guilty expression crossed his face.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't say another word, Peter. I'm going out."
Harry left his room, then left the building.
Pietro got bored of just running around Bayville, so he ran around all the towns and cities of New York. He eventually stopped in a city called Queens.
'It feels good to be fatherless,' thought the speed demon.
He was in the park at the moment and heard a noise that sounded like crying.
Pietro followed the sound until he saw a boy with age with auburn hair and green eyes. His face was in his hands and he was sobbing.
The speed demon thought of leaving the kid alone, but something told him he needed to talk to the kid and help him.
The boy looked up.
"How's it going?" asked Pietro.
The boy just stared at the white haired, blue eyed teen, not knowing what to say.
"I'm Pietro Maximoff. What's your name?"
"H-Harry! My name is Harry Osborn."
"What's got you down, Harry?"
"M-my d-dad r-recently d-d-died!"
Pietro took a seat next to Harry.
"Yeah, my dad died not too long ago."
"Don't be. The son of a bitch deserved it. Me and over a hundred other poeple couldn't be more happy now that he's dead. He made my life hell and all he ever cared about was himself. I'm glad he's gone."
"Well, I'm not glad my dad's gone. I'm miserable."
"He must have been a really great dad for you to be so sad," said Pietro.
"Well, he wasn't the greatest, but he was my dad," said Harry.
"Wasn't the great?"
"Well, he's almost always working. He never had must time for me. And I think he saw me as an underachiever."
"Hang on. Let me see if I can get this right. Your dad was never around, saw you as an underachiever, didn't think highly of you, said and did things that made you feel worthless and like a loser. And you're crying that he's dead?"
"But he did make you feel like a loser, didn't he?"
Harry stared at him. Then he looked down and nodded.
"Harry, what I'm going to say to you, I'm not going to say it to make you feel more depressed. I just want to help you. Kay?"
"You're not gonna like this, but it needs to be said. Your dad was an asshole. Deal with it."