Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: Marvel, Midtown Hospital: Gwen & Harry
[He was silent and stiff muscles beside her as the room shifted again right before his open eyes. The room was familiar unlike its confusing predecessor with the indistinct sound of a laughing child. This room was his, although after a moment of staring, he realized that it wasn't his current bedroom and was rather the room of his childhood. There wasn't a great deal of difference really, as his bedroom had always seemed monochromatic and grown up, even when he'd been young. Still, Harry could tell a difference even if the curtains were the same heavy blue fabric and the walls were the same darkly paneled wood. The bed was smaller than it should have been, a version that he'd had over a decade ago before legs grew long and shoulders broad.
Harry didn't say anything immediately, although he did seem tense under the affectionate slide of her arm when she curled in against his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking hard as he tried to right the past with the present and all of the shadowy gaps in between. It hurt and he winced against lightning flash images that he didn't want to be memories. His hands, tight and controlling in her hair, red couches. His hands, pushing a man out of an Oscorp window.
Immediately, the arm he'd earlier wedged under her head as a friendly pillow was wrenched away so that Harry could place both palms over his eyes, trying to wipe away everything that didn't make sense, everything that wasn't right. The memories, this room, the warm arousal that instinctively snapped through his veins when Gwen twisted an arm across his midsection.] What's happening?