No More...

He looked at the sickly yellow eyes one last time, they where harsh and complimented the lime green flesh of his mask nicely. Norman set it inside the Tiffany's shopping bag and looked around; the hotel room was a top floor suite by the waterfront, the best the Hilton could offer. He got up from the bed and made his way over to large bay view window that gazed out onto the skyline, the school would be dismissing his son soon. "Come on Pete, give me one more chance to show I can be the dad you always deserved." He said aloud to no but the silent and un-moving costumes in the bags.

When the bells of Canterlot High finally did ring and everyone made their rushes to the doors and leave, Peter was one of the few people not to be excited for the end of the day. It was for him the opening of old wounds he'd hoped had closed up long ago. How long ago as it that it seemed like all was lost? How long ago did it seem like he faced losing everything from the callousness of the people who should have mattered the most in his life? Yet here he was, about to reunite with them. His mother he could never hold a grudge against, but Norman? First there was his birth father, then their where all those men. Who tried to replace the one who had barley been there anyway, why should he be here to make amends with him? He looked across the street to the pier that looked out into the ocean, the crashing of the waves on the steel pillars below the dock was like a soft song that made the situation seems less difficult than it was.

     "Hey...son...it's been a while." Norman said as the salty air was stirred up in the rousing surf streak as the ancient woof the pier they stood on creaked and swayed ever so slightly, part of him wanted the wood to crack and splinter taking them both into the cold depths with skeletons of shopping carts and the slimy ribbons of sea weed the only company and loving touch.

     "Hello Norman." Was all he could say to the stone face of the man behind him, his back turned to him in an isolating manner, as he stood precariously close the dulled and cold steel of the dock railing. Norman sighed heartedly knowing that this was the kind of welcome the young man would give him knowing the terms they had parted on.

     "I know you don't feel like you and I have the best of a bond in terms of me being your father...Peter. You have every right to be angry and far from any position to forgive me..."

      "Forgive you? After how you left me to fend for myself just because you think the second I turned eighteen it automatically meant that I have all the means to fend for myself? You know what it's like to come home with a note saying you only have so little time to get so much done? And now you come back thinking that all it takes to get someone to forgive that kind of betrayal the heartbreak of having the ones who mean so much just....up and taken away from you?"

     There was an eerie silence that seemed to go on for ages as Peter only looked down at the crashing waves, a cheap sterling silver watch in his hands ready to slip from the slender twig like digits of his fingers and onto the planks, or into the depths of the waves aND the bottom of the bay.

     "I know I can't just buy your forgiveness or your love as a father and son back as easy as I can buy your mother new shoes...but all I ask is that you give me a chance, let me try and make it right, be the man I should have been and the father I could have been....please?" They said next to nothing as he finally turned around to face him, that face was not the face of a young man, but a resentful and confused one.

     "What did you have in mind to start?" He said as Norman popped the latch of his briefcase, inside two slips of tickets to the comic book convention that would be in town lay on the two goblin masks and the tunics and hoods that the Hobgoblin and Green Goblin wore.

     "Has them custom made, one of a kind, sure to win us a costume contest or two...son." Peter was not easily swayed he only scoff chuckled as he told Norman,

     "Don't push it...Norman Osborn." He said with a smirk and chuckle as he took the Hobgoblin mask and his ticket.