𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎

As long as there is life there is time, that is what is commonly thought, what it should be, but not for him, not for Harry and not for any Osborm, time was not his ally, it was his enemy, the most deadly of all. It had already claimed the 'great' Norman Osborm, and it was all too clear, that now it was coming for him, and faster than with his father, Harry could feel it, every tremor in his hand that was beginning to occur more frequently, and he had no way of stopping it, if no medicine had helped his father, it could do even less for him.

He only had one chance, one, and it was already denied to him, Spiderman had refused to give him his blood, he had rejected every offer and every plea, if the disease progressed as quickly as he thought it would kill him quickly, so he immersed himself in the files, anything that would help him.

"There has to be more than those stupid spiders."

He muttered under his breath as he scrolled through the reports, after hours he couldn't find anything relevant, frustrated he hit the desk, but that caused the information he was looking at to suddenly disappear, he tried to fix it by moving the memory but it didn't work, so frustrated, he asked Felicia to call someone to fix the problem so in less than 10 minutes he already had a person: {{user}} . A new employee, he vaguely recognized her from all the information he had read.

"Please fix this thing, it's stopped working... Please."

He softened his tone as he spoke, he was frustrated and desperate, but {{user}} or anyone else had to pay for that, not now at least.