A Crack in Her Plans

This story is about a girl named Emma traveling through different worlds. She does this because the lives of her family members rely on her. Along the theoretical road, Emma meets some unlikely characters that she thought were only stories...


11. Spiders Aren't Supposed To Wear Latex (Part 3)

Holy crap. Emma hides her face putting her hair up in a bun before slipping the pink sweater over her tank-top. She shields her face, knowing that it wouldn't make the situation he was in any better. But why this pub?

Emma looks around for the name, before finding it. George's Irish Pub. This is the pub that Jensen and Janet met at years ago. She sighs, glancing back at him. He was seated across from Harry at a little booth. She couldn't hear what they were talking about so she tried to listen closer.

"So, your name is Jensen Lancaster?" Harry asks, sounding like a sly little rat.

"Yes, why do you wanna know?" Uncle Jensen was always a careful man. He signals a waitress and orders a Bahama mama. He wasn't afraid to order fruity drinks.

Harry chuckles, "come on now Jensen. We are just having a decent conversation." He smirks, leaning back in his seat and watching Jensen. Jensen could see a patch of green skin on Harry, but didn't point it out. The only reason Emma knee anything about Spider-Man was because of Uncle Jensen.

"Well, I'm guessing there is a reason because a busy man like you wouldn't want to waste his time on a man like me." The waitress brings the drink over and Jensen thanks her and Harry waves her off.

"Well, just between me and you... It seems like you came here in quite a strange way." Harry smirks like a cat which Emma found pretty attractive actually. She curses her liking of the bad guys. "You see, your entrance into this city was a bit... Paranormal. You entered through a crack in space, one that is practically... Impossible to make. So, what I want to know, is how you made it." Harry rests his head on his clasped hands, watching Jensen with amusement and curiosity.

Jensen sighs, sipping on the drink, "well, you see, my niece is pretty smart. She probably planned this whole thing. Or, she had no plan in it and is stuck just like I am." Jensen sips his fruity drink, watching Harry closely.

Harry chuckles, shaking his head, "how old is she?" Harry crosses his hand over his chest, not intimidated by the older man.

"Hmm, 22 I believe. Her birthday is coming up soon." Jensen strokes his chin in thought, "she usually likes the villainy types so she would probably find you attractive." Jensen admits, staring up at the ceiling.

Harry chuckles, "I doubt it. I have hurt people and I'm not very proud of that. But, if you find her, Oscorp Industries could use her." Harry stands, "I'll pay for your drink, but if you don't mind I would like you to come with us." Harry motions to one of his men who goes and pays for the drinks. Emma looks behind her, about to stand but Peter pulls her back down.

"No, Harry is a dangerous man." Peter warns, making her sit back down.

"But that's my uncle!" She hisses quietly at Peter, who keeps her seated. She watches as they make her Uncle leave with them. She glares at Peter who is staring seriously at her.

"Stop, we will get him but right now we need to think of a plan. Harry is probably trying to lead you out so he can use you." Peter tries to explain to her, but Emma is just to stubborn. She pulls her arm away and stands. I have to go to Oscorp. She grabs the bag that has her shorts and heads out the door. "Emma!!" Peter calls to her, running over to the door. The bartender calls after Peter making him stop. Peter watches as Emma runs away from the pub, heading after Harry's car. Peter hopes she'll be fine as he goes back inside to pay for the drinks.


Emma goes and changes into the shorts before going into a store and grabbing some glasses. She slips them on before walking into Oscorp. There was a tour going on so she slips into the group easily. While she walks, Emma looks around, examining the building. Nothing stood out to her so she breaks off, saying she was going to the bathroom. After the group disappears she creeps over to the elevator, pushing the button.

The elevator quickly comes to her floor and she climbs on. When she first entered the elevator she didn't notice anyone, but a voice makes her jump.

"Hello there, weren't you at the bar?" Emma spins around, seeing who had spoken. Harry Osborn. He watches her closely, seemingly relaxed, but ready to do something if she gets out of line.

"Oh? Me? No, I don't think so." She shrugs, a bit awkward. "I have... One of those faces." Emma shoves her hands in her pockets, looking back at the door. She seems to look for her floor number before picking a random one.

Harry smirks, "No, I'm pretty sure I saw you there. You didn't have the glasses though." She glances up at him and he reaches for her glasses causing her to back away from him. He smirks, amusement in his eyes. "How old are you?" He places his hands in his pants pockets, seemingly uncaring and light hearted.

She shrugs, "I'm an age. One that doesn't concern you." She says simply, looking at the floor number. He chuckles, looking down before back at her.

"You're strange." Harry smirks, watching her closely. The elevator comes to a stop on the top floor and Harry pushes Emma out of the elevator. Harry steps out after her, the door to the elevator closing and heading back down.

The room around them was filled with people dressed in black. Off to the side was Uncle Jensen sitting in a chair being watched by the guard people. Emma looks back at Harry, sighing, "well, I guess you figured it out." She takes off her glasses, tossing them to the floor before running a hand through her hair and pulling out her hair tie. She ruffles her hair, looking back at Harry with an annoyed look. "Would you mind letting my uncle go before I knock your lights out?"

Harry chuckles, smirking at her, "well, I actually need your help." He walks closer to Emma and instead of backing away she holds her ground. "I want to know about other ways of medicine. From different worlds." Harry touches a curl of blondish-brown hair, curling it around his finger.

Emma crosses her arms over her chest and stares up at him, an annoyed look on her face. "Listen up mister, I may be decently smart, I know a little about a lot and a lot about a little. In all honesty my world has like, nothing." She stares at Harry who was watching her closely. "Now, your disease has been cured." Emma brushes his hand away, "and don't touch me. I don't like people I don't know touching me."

Uncle Jensen sighs, shaking his head. "Emmaline Rose, you know how much I want to smack you-"

She cuts him off, spinning around and holding up a hand, "go and drink a beer. That's what you're good at anyway." Jensen stares at her, shocked into silence. Even Harry seemed surprised, but his surprised look turns into a smirk.

"Well then, let's get started." Harry walks over to a door, leading her away. Emma glances back just in time to see the hurt expression on Uncle Jensen's face before the door closes behind them.

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