Chapter 1: An Unexpected Arrival

Headache.

A miserable headache. 

Yet before he could focus on himself, he heard a scream.

*Argggh!*

His focus snapped towards the blonde screaming and writhing in agony. The blonde's arm was badly twisted, making him wonder if it was broken. 

But then his vision immediately shifted to his surroundings, leaving him even more confused. 

There were people gasping, cheering and even yelling. It was a crowd, one made entirely of teenagers. And at the centre of it were two boys, one of them being the blonde screaming in pain while the other being a kid with glasses that appeared just as confused as him. 

"Oh my god, Peter!" He heard a loud gasp coming from right behind him, confused as to what was happening he looked at the source of the voice. 

But the loud gasp from the girl didn't just get his attention but that of the entire crowd, even the boy in glass that stood at the centre. 

"M-MJ" The boy mumbled, unaware of how to explain the situation. Then he slowly turned his head and met eyes with the only person that stood more confused than awed. 

"Harry?" Peter called for him.

This finally snapped him back to his senses. 

'Harry?' He was confused and looked around but despite having many people around him, he saw the boy staring right at him. 'What is going on here?'

He was nervous, confused and even scared. He didn't know how he got to this place, he didn't know who the people around him were and neither did he know why the boy called him Harry. He noticed his vision was a tad bit lower than before, his body felt thinner and maybe even weaker.

'Am I in a dream?' He hoped it was a dream, he really did. 

But it was not. 

He could hear his rapid heartbeat, he felt the nervousness and even felt pain as he pushed his nails into his palm. 

It was not a dream, but a reality. 

"Someone take Flash to the infirmary!" One of the boys within the crowd yelled as a group of boys rushed toward the boy laying on the floor.

"We will not forget this, freak." He gritted his teeth as he helped to carry the boy. 

It was a typical teenage boy fight scene but it seemed far more dramatic given the lack of information he had. 

Confused and worried, he saw the girl rushing towards Peter. Her red hair swayed in the wind as she ran towards the boy. 

He wasn't sure if he should walk towards them or just stand there. However, he did what he thought would help. 

He decided to go towards the boy. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, aware that he had to figure out his situation. 

"A-Ah, yeah." The boy stuttered, unsure of how to explain the situation. "I think I am alright." He said. "Yeah."

But to Harry, it appeared as if the boy was trying to convince himself more than the others. 

"You sure?" MJ wasn't convinced. She turned to look at Harry. "What happened here? I just saw Flash on the ground and Peter standing near the locker. Did Flash hurt him?"

She sounded angry, furious even but Harry knew that it was not the blonde that had hurt the glassed boy, it was the other way around. 

"Err… I am not sure, I was checking my phone when everything happened. And by the time I looked at the commotion, everything had already been over." He lied through his teeth as saying anything else might cause trouble for him. 

He knew that he had to figure out his situation before making any moves. 

'It's best not to complicate my situation without figuring out where I am.' He thought while having an idea about where he may have been. 

"It's alright, MJ." Peter said. "It was just a tiny misunderstanding."

MJ still wasn't convinced but she didn't want to force the boy into saying anything. 

"Besides it's time for class." He tried to dodge the questions and looked at Harry. "Right, Harry?"

It was not a question but a request for help, and Harry noticed it. 

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"Y-Yeah." Harry said. "We wouldn't want to be late." He said, trying to help the boy out even without realising. 

MJ raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah… We should go to class. It's Math after all."

…

…

He wasn't foolish, he knew where he was. It was clear from the very beginning. 

The names, the scene that just took place and even the face that he had. 

He frowned as he saw his face on his phone's camera. It was quite a handsome face, even more so than his original one. However, while he got a pretty face, he lost all his gains as well as his height. 

He was 6'2" previously but now he knew that he wasn't even 6'. 

He was lucky that the phone had a face sensor and it immediately unlocked upon seeing his face. And keeping the phone in a way that his teacher couldn't see it, he Googled his queries to confirm his situation.

And he was spot on. 

`Iron Man stops the nuclear power plant explosion at Iran.`

`The Hulk spotted in Chinatown.`

`Oscorp Stock Prices rise by 3.1%.`

`Stark Industries Stock Prices rise by 7.9%`

He sighed and nearly banged his head on the table. 

'I am in the hell hole.' He cursed his luck. 'Why here of all places…'

Marvel was not a place he ever dreamt of being a part of, not even when he was a kid and religiously read the comics. 

He loved everything about Marvel, the comics, the movies and even the animations. 

However, he never wanted to be part of it. He just loved reading and watching marvel related stuff and even that had drastically decreased as he grew older. He didn't remember the last time he picked a marvel comic. 

But there was a silver lining to all this. 

"Mr. Osborn." The teacher said condescendingly. "Can you tell me the answer to question four?"

Harry cursed his luck, he understood that the teacher knew he was on his phone. And as much as he tried to be sneaky, a teacher was always a teacher. 

"Errr…" He went through the problem and while he thought it would be something difficult, it was simply a calculus problem. "It should be -cos x."

He answered, surprising the teacher. 

"Oh, you were paying attention." The teacher said. "You may sit."

He breathed in relief and saw Peter giving him a thumbs up from behind. 

But this was all good. 

He wasn't a random civilian that might die any moment, nor was he someone who could barely afford one meal a day. 

'I am Harry Osborn.' He smiled a little. 'Not the worst choice.'

He knew it was still problematic given Norman was his father and all the problems he will have to deal with in the future. But for now, he had time. 

'Peter just got his powers.'

He googled spiderman and no result came out which meant that the boy had just discovered his powers and he was certain that Peter got his powers as there was no other way he could have taken on Flash. 

If he could, he would have preferred to sit back and let the heroes and villains do their job. But it was not just any world, it was marvel. There was no saying when there might be a random villain appearing and removing half the world population with a thought. 

'I have to be prepared.' 

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[A/N: First Story, First Chapter. Hope you like it.]

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