A/N: I know a few of you are wondering, "Why didn't you make Peter Spider Man again at the end of 'Over'?" Well, here's your answer. Think of it as the scene at the very end of a Marvel movie. Let me know what you think! R&R. Enjoy!

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End Credits

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The night was cool. What few stars that weren't blocked out by the pollution sparkled brilliantly in their celestial heaven above. The metal structure of the tower was cold, almost painful to the touch at first, but quickly warmed underneath the heat of his hand. A breeze blew past, soft and bone chilling, causing him to shiver. Peter knew that he shouldn't be up here, on the top of OsCorp Tower, but he needed to get away, he needed time to clear his head. And he needed to do that alone.

As much as he loved Harry and Aunt May – and he did; they were his life – he felt as though this was something he needed to do. Alone. Or rather, he felt as though he needed to be alone. The funny thing was, now that he was, now that he was by himself, his thoughts had gone back and forth from what was bothering him.

Initially, Peter had scaled the OsCorp Tower to think, think about becoming Spider Man once again. Five months had passed since Harry had come out of his three week coma, and although spring was the season for hope and renewal, Peter didn't feel hopeful. As a matter of fact, it felt as though a part of him had gone missing, and it had. Spider Man was no longer part of him, he was no longer part of Spider Man, and that was hard. It was hard and difficult to live without Spider Man. Yet, it was something he had to do.

Peter had sworn to Harry that he would give up being Spider Man in an attempt to atone for his mistakes, but as the weeks, and then the months, trickled past him, he found that to be easier said than done. Spider Man had been a big part of his life and Peter was finding it extremely difficult to continue being just Peter Parker, especially since all of his powers and abilities still worked to their fullest. They had never dimmed, never decreased. In fact, they only seemed to grow and evolve.

But Peter couldn't do it. He couldn't be Spider Man again, even though he really, really, really wanted to. A promise was a promise. That was that.

Or at least, that was the way it should have been.

Harry was better now. He was in control. The Goblin never came out unless Harry allowed him to and when he did, he bowed down to Harry and his demands. That was one of the brighter sides to being an Osborn, Peter supposed, and that thought nearly made him smile slightly. But whenever some major threat, like the Rhino, would appear, Harry would be the one to go out and stop him. Because Peter wasn't Spider Man.

They had gotten into arguments over it. Harry hadn't come right out and told Peter to put the mask on again, but he had hinted and suggested it. Peter knew that Harry thought that, in the end, it was Peter's decision. He was right, it was, but Peter still felt as though this self-inflicted punishment was repentance for what he had done, for all of the lives he had destroyed, for all of the people who had died in his wake. Even when Harry would contradict that belief, it was still there. Until Harry flat out told him all was forgiven and forgotten, Peter couldn't bring himself to put his mask on again.

It was unfair to Harry. He couldn't and shouldn't be fitting all of those criminals and monsters by himself. Although he was himself again and healthy, he was only one person. One person could only handle so much. And while Peter had helped him out as just Peter, Harry needed Spider Man. The city needed Spider Man. Hell, Peter needed Spider Man. But it wasn't that simple…

"I knew you would be here," came Harry's voice from behind him. Peter hadn't even heard him; he had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn't been paying attention to much of anything except the night sky and the cool wind.

"How?" Peter asked, gazing at the city, still so bright and alive even late at night.

"You always come up here when you want to be alone and think. It lets you use your powers without being Spider Man," Harry said casually, although Peter could hear the exhaustion and the tension in his soul mate's voice.

"If Spider Man came back, the city would be in more danger. How many criminals have already destroyed parts of the city because they were hunting me down?" Peter asked Harry, blinking slowly. He was tired. He needed sleep. But he couldn't sleep. Just like he couldn't be Spider Man.

"More than plenty," Harry answered him. "But Spider Man is the city's hero. Not the Goblin, Peter." He turned and looked at Peter. And Peter looked back at him.

"Harry," Peter said, his voice thick with emotion, his brown eyes afraid and pleading. He didn't want to hurt Harry, not in any way, and he still owed it to him. Didn't he? "I…I can't."

"Yes, Peter, you can. I…I want you to," Harry told him, his blue eyes bright and boring into Peter's brown ones. "But it's not just about what I want. It's about what you want too, Pete. And it's about what the city needs."

"The city needs someone who knows what they're doing," Peter said softly, his voice a mere mumble amidst the many honking car horns and sirens from far below.

"You were on the right track, Peter," Harry said, his voice softening. "You need to get back on track again."

"Why are you so adamant about this?" Peter asked suddenly. He had been dying to know the answer since they had started arguing about Spider Man coming back three months ago. Harry sighed and he suddenly looked just as tired and worn out as Peter did, which automatically made him feel bad and guilty.

"I'm doing this because I see what's happening to you, Peter. You're not yourself anymore and I want you back," Harry replied. "All of you. Not just part of you; now just half. But all of you, Pete."

Peter didn't know what to say. He hadn't realized that it had gotten that bad. Although he knew that it was bad, he didn't know just how bad. Not until now, that is.

He watched as Harry stood up. His dirty blonde hair blew as the wind billowed past him and Peter was half afraid that Harry would topple over the edge and fall to his death. That wouldn't happen. He wouldn't allow that to happen, not ever. Harry looked down at him, his expression serious but not unkind.

"Be Spider Man again, Peter," he said and dropped something down onto Peter's lap. "I'll see you at home." With that, he left.

How long he remained seated on the top of OsCorp Tower after that, Peter didn't know. When he looked down at his lap to see what Harry had dropped there, he saw his Spider Man suit, lying there as though it was a normal, everyday thing. It looked so familiar and yet his memory had diluted what it looked like. All of it was finally coming back to him as he gazed at his suit. His heart ached as he stared at it and he shivered when the wind blew again.

Harry was right. Of course he was; he was an Osborn after all. New York City needed him to be Spider Man again. Harry needed him to be Spider Man again. And Peter needed to be Spider Man again. That was all there was to it. It was as simple as that. It was time for Peter to stop wallowing in self-pity; it was time for him to stop being so stupid and selfish; it was time for him to be Spider Man again.

"Hey, yo, Peter. What's up?" called a familiar voice. Peter looked up and was staring face to face with Tony Stark. A small smile wormed its way onto his face.

For the past five months, Tony had been like a third father to him – his second having been Uncle Ben, of course. It was nice, having someone like Tony, someone who was incredibly smart and who had experience, to talk to, to ask for advice. They had a lot in common, Peter had found, and he was glad he had met Tony on that park bench what seemed to be an eternity ago, even though it was only a handful of months.

And, of course, seeing him in his Iron Man suit was always a treat.

"Not much. Just…just thinking," Peter said as he stood up.

"Yeah, I can see that. Clint likes high places too. So does Steve, but that's only when he's brooding," Tony said. "And since you're not part bird or elf, you must be brooding."

"I was. I just…had to figure something out," Peter said and briefly held up his suit.

"Ah, I was gonna ask about that," Tony said as he landed with a gentle thud on the tower beside Peter.

"You were?" Peter asked.

"No, actually. I'm here on behalf of Nick Fury," Tony said with a roll of his eyes. "I don't see why I have to be the one to come, but I guess it makes sense, seeing as how I know you and would stand a higher chance of talking you into it."

"Talking me into…what?" Peter questioned, perplexed by Tony's words. Tony stepped closer to him and met his gaze in that head-on, Tony Stark kind of way.

"Peter Parker, I'm here to talk to you about the Avengers," Tony told him, his face serious and lacking any of his usual sarcasm or superiority.

And all Peter could say was, "Holy shit."

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The End

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A/N: I hoped you all liked it! Let me know what you think!