Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Osborn Estate: Jason/Gwen/Bruce + Harry
The world blurred in the backseat of a Lincoln towncar. Lights whipped and the radio was a dull buzz on the other side of that little glass partition that separated the wealthy from the barely civilized. Downtown gold and neon blue bled together on the other side of the window, and Harry knew that the colors weren't supposed to jump like that. They weren't supposed to blink away forgotten a mile later. He hadn't slept, not a wink going on three days, and the circles under his eyes were darkening(sallow blue to aggravated purple).
He didn't have a job anymore, he didn't have a purpose. Sure, his father still gave him bits and pieces of Oscorp to play with like a child, but after the blast.. nothing had been the same. He hadn't been the same. He was losing everything, and all because he wasnt willing to take anything. MJ and Gwen had Peter around now, they didn't need him. Lily, his supposed fiance, was too interesed in foreign politics to set a date, and even Emily didn't seem to need him anymore.
It didn't occur to Harry that Emily shied away these days because he was up all night and snapped like a growling twig during the day. Gwen took care of Emily, and Emily had natural affection for Norman, her father. But Harry was an exposed livewire, and he could remember being sensitive to his father's temper as a child, so he avoided her. For some reason, it was kind of a relief.
A relief to stay up all night behind a locked door, a relief to ponder the workings of supposed futures and meant-to-bes. He thought that Gwen would say that there was nothing set, and that they made their futures new every day.. but certain paths were paved for a reason. And when Harry felt it resonating in his fucking bone marrow, why was he to question?
"We're here, sir."
Harry blinked awake without ever having truly been asleep. Caught in the purgatory of insomnia that left him untired and yer unrested, he got out of the car. He was business casual in blue and gray. They didn't let him do anything official anymore, he didn't need the true formal wear. Harry knew that he was tired as he wound up the steps from the garage, but it was something the doorman said that made Harry liven.
"Ms. Stacy has some guests in the sitting room, sir."
He didn't exactly wait for an explaination before walking in. Harry stopped, glanced between the three. Dr. Banner was noted from various science journals, but the other went unrecognized. None of it was heartwarming, though. Gwen's drowsy, reassuring smile(like it always was these days). The doctor's medical kit.
"Get away from her," he warned with eyes on the doctor but words likely meant for both of the strangers.