Author's note: Aha! I'm actually gonna spell Curt's name right! And reading over some of the other fan fictions… (Looks around) Who is this 'Martha?' I don't know a Martha.

…AAAAAUGH! I'm Sooo sorry. I know it has been one hell of a long time since I last updated, but now that I'm a sophomore, I've had so much going on and I lost track of the time, but I finally got my own spot this year in our band's marching show and we won grand champ at Panama City and Naples, woohoo! And I told the guy I like that I really liked him! (But that's really not important to the story) Wow, where has the time gone, I can't believe it's almost been a year since I first started this thing… wow, thanks to all of you who stuck by me and continued to read it to the end! And now, without further adieu, the muchly anticipated conclusion of A New Dawn…

Chapter 29: Epilogue

Peter lost track of the time. His best friend had given his life to save him, he knew they were square now, but…Harry was one up, Peter would never be able to repay the favor. He blinked away some tears and looked up to MJ's tear-stained face. MJ…MJ… her face reminded him that he hadn't lost everything. She was still here; Otto and Rosie were still here and Aunt May… "Otto…" he murmured, looking around. "Where's Harry?" Peter shakily got to his feet and looked around. Harry's body, Otto as well as Lilia had disappeared. "R-Rosie!...where did Otto go!" Peter called out.

Rosie was standing on the edge of the flat building looking down when she heard Peter's voice. "It's alright," she said. Peter and MJ joined her at the edge to see Otto slowly descending the dark, brick wall. Otto was carrying Harry in his arms and Lilia on his back, down to the waiting police force below. His face was stony as he gazed into the boy's lifeless visage. As his feet touched the ground, several officers' hands went to their gun holsters.

Otto shot them a look of disdain, "At ease…I've no reason to harm you." He turned to the chief who was looking at Harry.

"Isn't that…Harry Osborn?" he stuttered.

Otto sighed as Lilia slid off from around his shoulders. "Yes."

"So…he was the Green Goblin? But I thought he was dead…"

"That…was his father." Otto said heavily. From behind him he could hear an officer mumble, "…guess it runs in the family." Otto's lip curled into a sneer as he turned his head to look at him. The young man's face lost the color in it and backed away as an actuator snarled at him. "Hold your tongue or I'll hold it for you!" Otto hissed. He turned back to the police leader who was now flanked by a few paramedics. Otto held out the body to them. "Listen to me closely…I don't want to repeat myself. Go back to Oscorp where you will find his butler, Bernard. Tell him that Mr. Osborn is dead-"

"S-Sir?" asked one of the paramedics nervously eyeing the tentacles. "Why his butler?"

"Because, if memory serves correctly, he is the only 'family' Harry had left." The group stood in silence for a moment before the paramedics took Harry's body and put it into the ambulance. The young medical assistant who had questioned him earlier stepped forward. "Um… Sir?" Otto turned his gaze to him. "Will you… allow us to fix you up? Er… you-you're pretty beat up."

The corners of Otto's mouth pulled up into a small smile. "I would, but I'm afraid you'll have an aneurism if you come any closer to me." Heh heh, poor boy. He's shaking and he's standing ten feet away from us. He's got guts, I will admit.

The actuators gave off a silence in his mind that was dripping with exhaustion. The young man was trembling with an added look of surprise, "Uh…erm…but, sir…"

"I'm fine," Otto said with a firmer tone. The man nodded and hurried back to his colleagues. Lilia came forward and touched his arm, bringing Otto to look at her slightly startled. She wrapped his arms around him for a second before he did the same. "Thank you for helping me again, Otto," she whispered.

"Yeah…why am I always saving you?" He smirked with a smile in his eyes. Lilia looked at him with a broad smile and narrowed her eyes. "Actually…Peter was the one who got you out of there, not me."

"I know, but we would have all been killed by Venom and Harry if you weren't there."

"LILY!" a familiar voice called out. Both she and Otto turned to find Curt clambering out of the front of a police car. Lilia broke away from her Brother-in-law and ran towards the man hurrying over to them. They embraced as Otto began climbing back up to the roof. He reached the top to find Rosie waiting for him. He stood next to her as they both looked down upon the two star-crossed people below them.

Otto sighed, "Love works in mysterious ways…They used to hate each other in school," he looked at Rosie, "now look…" Rosie smiled as she watched her sister and Curt hold each other.

"He proposed to her you know," she said calmly.

"Well, my-m-meh? Huh?" Otto looked at her dumbfounded. "Did he?" Rosie smiled at him. "Good…he needs someone in his life." The smile slowly slid off of his face as he thought back over the past few hours. "God…" he whispered. "Everything happened so fast." Rosie sighed at his remark.

"Eddie's dead, Harry's dead…" she mumbled. "All in one moment, everything is gone."

Otto looked at her with tear-filled eyes before swallowing painfully. "Rosie…" He whispered. She looked to him wondering why he looked so hurt.

"I-If I'd have known…that…that all this would happen…" He couldn't go on. It was just too painful. He swallowed again before continuing, "…If I had known that all this would happen, I wouldn't have brought you back." Otto bit his lip as Rosie stared. "I put you through too much suffering…you didn't need to be through all of this." Otto's shoulders shuddered. Rosie drew closer to him and placed her arms around his shoulders.

"Otto," she pleaded, "please look at me." Otto slowly looked into her watery green eyes.

"You gave me a second chance…and…I wouldn't have wanted it any other way." Otto drew his arm around her and held her close. They stayed like that for a moment or so, holding each other as if they let go, they would both fall of the edge of the earth.

"Rosie?" Otto said after a length. "I-…If I died… would you have done the same for me as I did for you?" he asked quietly. Rosie looked at him as if it took a few moments to comprehend his words.

She offered a tiny smile before looking down and shaking her head ever so slightly. Otto's eyes widened and a sensation of a crack appeared in his heart. He turned his eyes to the ground to hide his sorrow. Rosie immediately saw how much her response had hurt him; she didn't mean for it to go this far. She placed a hand beneath his chin and brought his gaze level with hers. "The reason I answered that way is because…" she swallowed as Otto stared at her through teary eyes, "…would you really be so cruel to leave me?" Her eyes teared up like her husband's.

Otto sighed as a tear slid down his cheek, "No…" Silently, they held each other as a couple of police cars and the ambulance drove off grimly.

A few dry, orange leaves, persuaded by a frigid breeze skittered over the grass in the cemetery. A week later had Otto, Peter, MJ, Aunt May and Rosie as well as a few other people standing around an open grave as a small group of people in black lowered a black-lacquered coffin into its resting place.

Peter drew a shaky breath before whispering his last goodbyes. Both he and Otto had taken care not to stand near each other as to avoid the prodding questions of the media.

A gruff scoff came from behind him. J. Jonah Jameson stood a few feet off with Robbie at his side. "It's a sad sight to see so few people here. True, Harry was the Green Goblin and so was his father, but they were both respected members of high society! Besides Harry was such a lively boy; full of life and quick with a laugh." Robbie nodded sadly. He too scorned the amount of people at the gathering. Otto was silent as the people one by one said their laments and left. Eventually, the sharp sound of shovels scooping dirt into the hole filled the air. Rosie closed her eyes, not wanting to watch them cover Harry up. She and Otto had both taken a liking to the young man. They too mumbled their last goodbyes as the last shovel-full of dirt was thrown upon the grave.

Otto sighed slightly and turned his eyes to the adjacent two gravestones; Ben Parker, beloved Husband and Uncle, and Norman Osborn, Father. Already, the setting sun was casting a dismal orange-grey glow over everything. Peter and Otto stayed behind as Rosie, May, and MJ walked back to the car and climbed in. Otto and Peter just felt like walking back to the house. They drove off, leaving Otto and Peter alone in the Central Park cemetery. After a long silence, Otto walked over to Peter and turned to begin the trek back to the apartment.

Otto jammed his hands into his pockets as a chill wind brushed his face and looked over at Peter.

Father…he looks so…empty

Yes…hollow almost

Poor Peter

…

"…" Otto mumbled.

Peter looked at him, "huh?"

Otto merely shook his head. Peter copied Otto by jamming his hands in his pockets as they trudged through the red-tinged park, listening to the rustle of the grass beneath their feet and the crunch of leaves. Neither of the men said anything even when they reached the apartment. Peter stopped across the street and looked up at the large, red-bricked building; the newly lit street lamps throwing a silvery-blue light across its face, showing no remaining scars of the damage to the building. Otto on the other hand made his way across the street and stopped at the door. The light flap of the American flag hanging next to the door mingled with the far off sounds off car horns. He paused, took a last deep breath, then opened the door and went inside.

Peter trudged across the road and stopped at the large front door. The setting sun had dipped lower, changing its fiery orange tint to a bloody red.

Otto made his way up the steps in silence; even the actuators didn't make a sound. He peeled off his trench-coat and hung it on a coat rack at the top of the stairwell and found Rosie coming to him with a comforting smile and a large cup of steaming tea in her hand. Otto took it after giving her a kiss, the hot china sending a wave of warmth through his hand.

Peter came up the stairs, much slower than Otto and embraced MJ.

While they held each other, Otto walked over to the large half-moon windows, Rosie on his arm, and brushed his long bangs out of his face before taking a large swig out of the delicate white cup. "…Mmmph…" he groaned as he swallowed. "Hot…"

Rosie smiled at him. "Well, I wasn't going to give it to you on the rocks."

Otto was about to give a witty reply, but closed his mouth, smiled and put his arm around her shoulders.

Peter and MJ joined them ten minutes later and stared out at the park; Peter looking back over the direction that they had come. Otto stood for a moment, before nodding his head and swallowing the rest of his tea before heading off to his room for a brief moment. Both he and Rosie had seen the limber figure in black leather and snowy hair perched on the corner of the eaves of the building next door.

Peter hadn't noticed though. He felt dead…powerless and weak. Numb to the flow of time and all emotions, he watched the cars speed pass blankly. His spider senses, reflexes and all other powers dormant. His best friend, uncle and many countless others had died.

And yet…a small spark in him flared to life…a sudden realization. He and MJ were together, and always would be. This brought him back to life again and his senses picked up a faint wailing of a siren. The old feeling of responsibility returning sent a new wave of reassurance which coursed through him like fire in his veins. He was Peter Parker…He was Spiderman.

He absently unbuttoned his dark blue button up shirt and much to his surprise, found his outfit and all of its glory on him already. "That's odd…" he mumbled, but what did it matter? He repeated the last few words of his thoughts as he pulled off the rest of his clothes to reveal all of the scarlet and azure spandex. "I'm Spiderman…"

"That's our boy…" Otto said proudly, coming out of his room fiddling with his gold-covered gauntlets, now scarred after so much use, smirking. Peter looked him up and down, seeing Otto again in the outfit he had always worn: black under-armor shirt, brown pants, baggy utility belt, and gold-colored plated boots and plated gauntlets. He was missing his chestplate, but by now it was probably laying in pieces at the bottom of the swamp. Otto carefully strapped on the plated goggles to the top of his head, just as he always had done. Aunt May came foreword with a large grin on her face holding the red mask in her hands. Over the past week, it had been refitted with new lenses, looking almost brand new.

Peter finished pulling it over his head when a tap sounded at the window. Black Cat stood outside of the window looking rather impatient as a number of police cars screamed past. Rosie and MJ opened the window, clearing their takeoff path as Cat's voice came through like the peal of a bell, "Will you guys hurry up in there? Geez, it's cold out here!"

MJ held one of the glass doors open for them and called out, "Go Get 'em, Tiger!"

Otto grinned openly before sliding on his glasses. Peter took off at a sprint before flinging himself out into the brisk night air and releasing a webline. Otto followed close behind, flinging himself out and sailing to the ground before rocketing back up into the air with a combination of human and mechanical legs.

Soon, all three of them were nimbly flying through the air, Peter completing a swing arc and flipping off the air with a screaming "WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!" before falling and shooting more webline out. The cold air felt refreshing against his face, and with the wind, went his troubles.

Otto felt the cold sting his face and smiled as he let himself fall before hurling himself back up. It had been from this day, one year ago that he had washed up on the shore of the Hudson, miles away from the harbor of New York. It seemed so close, and yet so far…everything had turned around and he willingly would forget about all that had happened previously. Now, he was with Peter and Cat. He would fight on beside them.

Otto thought silently to himself as they followed the flashing red and blue lights below; the glare of the sun reflecting off of his glasses lenses.

All that has happened in the past year or so seems so distant. But…as one chapter of our lives ends, another must begin. This isn't the end…no…this is nowhere near the end. This is the beginning of the next chapter and the end of the first…

Spiderman will always have enemies…and yet…he will always have friends… myself and Cat. There has been times where I've wanted to give up…where I just want to go and leave everything behind…but something keeps me here…I don't know what, but something keeps me here and fighting…and I feel very confident in saying that not knowing what it is will always make me stay...

So to those who say it is the end? No…this isn't the end…it is merely the beginning

Requiescat en Pace, Harry, Rest in Peace…you will never be forgotten. I apologize that it had to end this way, but I'm sure you can smile upon the fact that Peter will carry on for you.

Though these scars upon my cheek may never fade away, they will be solid proof that I'm here to stay as well

I will follow the two of you, Cat and Peter… you both are young…I will follow you guys to the ends of the earth, and to the end itself. I will fight on for you and beside you to the end…

Fin

AAAUGH! It's over! Well, you all are invited for the wrap party! Wooo! This has been a blast writing and I feel that for my first offense (just kiddin') attempt at writing fanfiction, I say I did a pretty nice job. True there were a few bumps I needed to smooth out, but hey, it was really the first story I started and actually followed through to the end! I'm sooo emotional!

And to anyone who noticed, today, the day I updated, marks the one year anniversary of the start of A New Dawn! W00t! sorry I took so long on that last update…I've been busy with schoolwork and band time just slipped away, so I was thinking, "Hey, why not make it a special update?

So anyway, Thanks to all my lovely reviewers, not go be good little chilluns and reply D

Love you guys,

thanks,

It's been fun.

See ya'll next time around,

-Bakudon

(Heather Grant)

EL FIN TO THE MAX, BABY!