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"Yeah, I'll contact her." Harry promised with another glance down to the hard drive. He tucked it into a white suited arm and set his barely touched coffee drink aside on a surface that would probably make museum personnel frown due to condensation. He didn't understand how someone's diary diary could be so problematic, but he believed Gwen when she said that she'd been followed here. Which was why his expression crumbled a moment later when she insisted he go.
"You want me to just leave you here?" He frowned hard. A line formed between his eyebrows, and Harry seemed at once pained and insulted when she mentioned Flash and Peter in the same breath. Yeah, okay. He got it, he wasn't a superhero or whatever, but neither was she.
"But you won't have the hard drive anymore. They can't take it from you. Can't you just leave after I do?"