Epilogue
6 years later
"Peter, Harry doesn't wanna get dressed; could you help me, please?", MJ said. "Maybe he's already in puberty."
"He's 5 years old, MJ, he certainly isn't going through puberty", Peter chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"Maybe spider-human-babies hit puberty earlier. I don't know. Just do something to get him dressed."
Peter put his newspapers aside and got up to visit Harry's room. A smile appeared on his lips as he saw his little son playing with his lego stones.
MJ had helped Peter to get over Harry's death and he finally managed to move on and start a relationship with her. When she told him about her pregnancy, he had never been happier. And he owed it all to Harry. If Harry hadn't insisted on Peter moving on, he would never have gotten the wonderful family he had right now. It was Peter's idea to name their son after Harry but MJ had been the one to suggest it out loud.
"Hey, little man", Peter said and knelt before his son. "What are you playing?"
"Spider-Man versus the Underpants Monster. He stole Spider-Man's underpants", Harry explained and shot a little thread of web at a lego figure's legs and caught it.
Peter chuckled and ruffled through Harry's hair. "But now he got his pants back and you can go to the bathroom and dress."
"I can't, Daddy. What if the Underpants Monster strikes back? Who will protect Spider-Man's underpants then?", Harry asked.
"I'm quite able to take care of my underpants myself, dear." Peter smiled and kissed Harry's forehead. "And now you go, okay?"
"Okay, Daddy. But watch out for your pants." Harry quickly hugged him and ran to the bathroom.
Peter returned to the kitchen and continued reading his newspapers.
"I have rehearsals this afternoon, could you drive Harry to Norman?", MJ asked.
"Of course, honey."
"Do you think he'll make it? A whole night away from home and his parents?"
"Don't worry, MJ. Harry likes spending time with Norman and Norman does everything to make him feel good." A sad smile appeared on Peter's lips. He wished Norman had taken the first chance as seriously as the second. "And even if Harry wants to go home, I'll pick him up."
"I'm sure Norman will be glad when his babysitting session is over", MJ laughed.
"Harry, why is your face covered in red stripes?", Peter asked as their son entered the kitchen.
"Is that my lipstick?", MJ exclaimed. But Harry only looked at her with puppy eyes. "Oh, darling, you're beautiful without make-up."
"So are you", Peter said, earning a smile from MJ.
MJ took a towel and gently cleaned Harry's face. "No more lipstick for you, is that clear?" She kissed the top of his nose.
"Yes, Mommy." Harry kissed her cheek.
"Are you ready to visit Uncle Norman?", Peter asked.
Harry nodded vehemently. "Can we go now?"
"First you say goodbye to Mommy."
Harry ran to MJ and wrapped his little arms around her. "Goodbye, Mommy." She knelt down and he kissed her.
"Goodbye, darling." She ruffled through his dark hair and kissed his forehead. "Have fun." Then she handed Peter a backpack with Harry's things and kissed him.
"I can't wait to take you out for dinner tonight", Peter whispered as he kissed MJ's cheek.
"Daddy, hurry up!", Harry shouted from outside.
"You better go, tiger", MJ chuckled and pushed Peter a step forward.
"But that's not Uncle Norman's house", Harry stated as Peter parked the car next to an iron gate.
"I know. But I want to show you something."
"What do you wanna show me?"
"You'll see." Peter took Harry's hand and they entered the graveyard.
"That's my name on the stone!", Harry exclaimed as they stopped.
Peter nodded. "You got his name from him."
"Really? What was he like?"
"He was kind and funny and a bit crazy, just like you", Peter said and bopped Harry's nose. "And he was a hero."
"A hero? Did he fight the Underpants Monster?", Harry asked full of excitement.
"No, dear", Peter chuckled. "He wasn't like the classic superheroes but he saved many people. He saved your Mom. And he saved me. He gave up his life so your Mom and I could live. Not all heroes wear capes or suits."
"Would he like me?", Harry asked.
"I think he would adore you."
Harry put a little lego figure on the tombstone. "Now he isn't alone anymore."
Peter hugged his son and placed a kiss on his hair. "He'll be delighted. Do you wanna go back to the car? We can't let Norman wait, can we?"
"What about you?"
"I'm coming", Peter assured him. "I just need to take care of something."
"Okay, but hurry up", Harry said and ran towards the car.
Peter sighed and knelt before the grave. "You just met my son Harry. I wish you could get to know him. And you're hearing right, your father will babysit him today. MJ and I made him Harry's godfather. He's doing pretty well so far. He deeply regrets his parenting mistakes and I think he's trying to make up for it. He misses you, Harry. I miss you."
"Daddy!", Harry shouted from the car.
Peter looked at his son and back at the grave. "I'm coming, dear!" He got up and turned to leave but he had to give the grave a last look. "This could have been our family."