Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
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[The gun wielding woman at the door looked like Mary Jane, but also really didn't. It was like some alternate universe MJ, but Harry also thought that all of the differences could have been attributed to the blood and dirt that she was wearing. His Mary Jane wore colorful heels and smart dresses, not whatever this was. He recognized that it was a little silly to be focusing so hard on her change of wardrobe, from femininity to functionality, but it gave him something to think about other than the brains that were sprayed all across the door. Of course, eventually, his brain caught up with the horror of it all, and Harry's eyes were a little wide while an unknown woman wept over the body of the man that MJ shot.
He wanted to tell Gwen that it would be okay, and that he would stay with her so that she wasn't out here alone, but then Peter was stepping up, into the place that Harry had carved out as his in his mind, softspoken with words that Harry was too slow to say. So Harry didn't say anything, and he turned back to the execution house. Right, things were different here, not even just here, but there. Peter was back, and Flash was back, and there wasn't going to be much room for him anymore.
It didn't feel like making a choice, because the person who'd fucked everything up in the first place didn't get a choice, but he moved away from Peter and Gwen. He took a step up to the doorway, just behind Flash, and held up his hands briefly in the friendly, international signal of Don't Shoot. He tried for a smile, and it was real because he was glad to see that she was okay, but it was also obviously worried.]