Peter was leaning against the counter, a fork in one hand as he watched the numbers on the microwave countdown. He knew why Harry was called home, probably knew more than Harry himself did! But Peter also knew how rocky Harry’s relationship was with his dad. Why the man would leave his son in charge of the company while he licked his wounds was beyond understanding.<br/><br/>“Your dad’s got to have a USB around somewhere.” He tried to counter. “Or maybe you can deal with that all tomorrow and come get a good sleep first?” He knew he was grasping at straws here, but Peter also wasn’t functioning at full capacity either. As the microwave beeped, he pulled the bowl from inside, blowing on the contents as he shoved a forkful in his mouth.<br/><br/>“That’s a great idea! The second one, I mean.” He said when Harry proposed the two options. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, keep the window open.” Peter said before hanging up. Finishing up the food, Peter sighed and pulled on his mask. A hero’s work was never done.<br/><br/><br/>It took a little longer than usual to get to the Osborn estate, but when he got there Peter nearly missed the study window. Holding onto the ledge, he pulled himself in, collapsing on the floor.<br/><br/>“Here.” He said, holding up the USB he had grabbed from Harry’s room with a wince. “Get your stuff and let’s go.”