Marvel Zodiac knight

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Gwen smiled and waved as James entered the classroom. "Hey there!"

"Hey, Gwen," James replied, making his way to his seat. But Gwen's gaze drifted past him, a spark of curiosity lighting up her expression. "Aren't you supposed to wait for Peter today? Where is he?"

James furrowed his brow. "Feelings won't wait for me, I guess. Maybe he took a detour into the realm of romance."

Gwen teased, "Looking for Peter? He asked me to cover for him. I thought you were waiting for me."

James shrugged, continuing toward the classroom.

Gwen followed, a playful smirk on her face. "Are you jealous?"

James rolled his eyes. "Please, stop it. I'm not jealous; I just don't care about Peter's love life."

Gwen frowned. "Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?"

"My test scores have kept me in the top tier of the class all year," James retorted. "How about you?"

"You seem awfully proud of that," Gwen shot back.

"Is it that obvious?" James chuckled as they entered the classroom and sat down together.

"Really, though. Have you thought about Davidson College? Remember the friendly game against them?" Gwen suggested seriously.

"The Stephen they have on their roster just entered the NBA draft this year, right? Overall pick is pretty high."

"Stephen?" James paused, recalling. "Oh, right! I blocked him and Thompson from scoring the last time we played. That felt good. I really hope he wins a championship someday."

"So," Gwen continued excitedly, "if you go to Davidson, maybe you'll be the next Stephen..."

"Whoa, Gwen," James interrupted suddenly.

"What?"

"Wake up."

"What do you mean?"

James pointed to himself. "Do you really think I could play in the NBA? With my skills, I'd dominate the court—nine players and two referees wouldn't stand a chance."

"You still need to think about your future," Gwen insisted. "You're an orphan—there's no family wealth to fall back on."

James waved her off. "Relax. I know Tony Stark. I'm working on a deal with him that should set me up nicely."

Just then, Peter rushed in, arriving late for class. As an honor student, he had a bit of leeway with the teachers, but even he couldn't afford to make a habit of it.

Peter wasn't alone; a handsome guy with a slick grin followed him in.

"Everyone, meet my friend Harry. I ran into him today, and he decided to check out our school," Peter introduced.

"This is James, my buddy, and this is his girlfriend, Gwen. And of course, my girlfriend Jessica," he added, gesturing around the room.

"Hey, I'm Harry Osborne," the new guy said, flashing a charming smile. "If I hadn't transferred, we might have been classmates." His demeanor was warm and friendly, the quintessential rich kid vibe.

Everyone greeted Harry, but Gwen's expression shifted as she responded, "Hi Harry, just to clarify, I'm not anyone's girlfriend."

Harry raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, so there's a chance for me then?" he joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

The attempt fell flat, and everyone glanced at James, who seemed unfazed. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Forgive my curiosity, but do you have any connection to Norman Osborn?"

Harry nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "You guessed it. He's my father."

James clapped his hands together. "Great! How about we discuss a business opportunity? I have a priceless family heirloom I'd like to sell."

He pulled out an ornate cup, the Holy Grail, and held it up for Harry to see.

Harry's eyes widened with interest. "This is incredible! If it's genuine and not a replica, it could be worth a fortune."

James chuckled. "So, what do you think? Interested in buying?"

Harry shook his head. "I can't do that. I'd only be able to offer you $10,000. If it's worth more, I'd have to consult my dad. Besides, you seem like you could use it more than I could."

James quickly waved his hands. "No, that's fine! I'll wait for the cash. Ten grand is good."

Harry insisted, "I can't let you sell it for that little. Here's what I'll do: I'll lend you some money and you can keep the cup for now. We can finalize the deal when I have the funds."

James frowned, hesitating. Was this Harry really the son of the infamous Norman Osborn? Why was he so humble and kind? He didn't fit the stereotype of the arrogant rich kid at all.

As Harry engaged with Peter and the others, James couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. He knew the future held darker paths for Harry, paths that would twist his innocence into something unrecognizable.

If only he could help him before it was too late.

Unbeknownst to Harry, his cheerful demeanor masked a deeper turmoil. He was a lonely young man, raised in a privileged bubble yet lacking true friendship and familial love. His reconnection with Peter stirred something within him, a longing for genuine camaraderie.

Yet, as James watched Harry's enthusiasm toward Gwen, he felt a protective instinct flare up. He hadn't acted on his feelings for Gwen before, fearing that his extraordinary abilities could lead her to a tragic fate. In an alternate timeline, it was Harry who had caused her death .

James steeled himself, determined to keep an eye on both Harry and Gwen. He couldn't let history repeat itself.