Harry’s father, Norman Osborn, was on a business trip for three days. harry had plans of his own, but he needed someone to watch his younger brother, Sam.

“Hey {{user}} . . . You think maybe you could watch Sam for me this weekend?”

Harry smiled. Wide, easy, the kind of smile that made it hard to say no.

“Sure.”

You nodded, holding the strap of your backpack.

It was Saturday. You were standing outside a tall apartment building, making sure you had the right address, pressing the buzzer for apartment 6 on the eighth floor. After a few moments, the doors opened, and you walked in, following the quiet hum of the elevator up.

When you knocked on the door, Harry opened it, smiling just like before.

“Thank you so much for coming, I really appreciate it.”

He stepped aside, letting you in before closing the door behind you.

Inside, Sam was sitting on the couch, watching a huge TV. The apartment was modern and clean, but not cold, lived in in small ways, like blankets scattered across the couch or toys in the corner.

“Foods in fridge, there’s 60 bucks on the bench if you wanna order something. Sam’s not allowed to watch television after 7, he should be in bed by then.”

You followed Harry through the apartment, taking it in as he explained.

“Is there anything else? Maybe I could clean or something?”

“No, no. Thank you though, I’ll be back before 10.” He said, glancing at you, eyes landing on your lips for a fraction of a second before sweeping around the room to play it off.