Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: quicklog: mj & harry; her place
I'm sure. [It was a promise, something warm to slice through the numb that pervaded the long drive from a backseat. Harry remained mostly unresponsive to the affectionate redhead at his side. His high was long gone, leaving behind resentment of his own behavior, depression over what had happened at the coroner's office. Endorphins were down, his self-worth was buried, and now that he was sobering up, Harry didn't know how to recover from the image that he'd left on that morgue's slab. He'd never wanted to grow up and be his father, becoming anyone that respected throughout the world wasn't an attainable future for him. Still, he'd thought that he could try... but now, what was he going to do? Who tried to live up to a ghost?]
You can wait in the car, if you want. [He touched her face, appreciative of the fact that she'd come with him at all. Here with him, where she belonged. He kissed her once, giving MJ the time to follow if she wanted to as he accessed the storage facility. Door open, the place lit up with lots of metal, cold like a lab. DNA recognized, machines began to sync up, his father's image appeared on a computer screen with a pre-recorded message. Harry, if you're here, that means that I am no longer alive. In the event of an unexplainable death, I wanted you to know... The message continued on for several minutes as his father explained worries that might have struck Harry as paranoid if the man hadn't shown up with so many questionable holes in his head. There were instructions then, a plea for the Osborn honor to be restored through vengeance.
A cold chamber door popped open, emitting smoke and a wonderfully sci-fi glow emitted from the chamber. Inside, a vaccination gun. A jet injector with a vile that glowed different than the serum Harry had used on himself last time. Improved, the computer told him. And Peter Parker wasn't here to interrupt him this time. So against his arm, the gun went, trigger pulled with a hiss of gas and a wince of pain. Heat began to course through Harry's arm. A steel door pulled back, military grade suit on display. He recognized the other elements because of memories taken during that fucked up party. The glider lit up, ominous as the overhead lights flickered.
Distantly, somewhere behind him, he could hear Mary Jane calling his name. But the world was shrinking in electric colors and his blood ran hot. When the computer image of his father cut out, screen to black, Harry caught sight of his own slumped image. The always blue of his eyes now green.]