Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
quicklog: gwen & goblin boy
[The Osborn mansion came with many inclusions. The theater, the pool, the two floor library with so much gold lining the staircases, the garage full of Italian imports, and the helipad. It was on the roof, with the white and yellow paint that hatched and circled and outlined the parking space for the helicopter that hadn't been in use since before his father died, thats where Harry was. Thats where the glider landed, rough at first because he was still figuring out the aerodynamics... but Norman Osborn had modeled the machine for Harry. It was built for him, and it responded to him, it was his father's plan. His father's design, his father's dream, something that Harry hadn't even known until the events of his father's death and now he knew. His father hadn't been ignoring him all of these years, he'd been designing a way to better him.
With the glider parked on the roof, Harry pulled the dark mask from his face, let it fasten onto his chest plate, and he took the elevator down through the floors of an empty house. Norman Osborn was gone and most of the help had fled in determination of seeking out another job before the lawyers started buttoning down on the finances which were sure to go down the drain.
His booted steps echoed when Harry hit the stairs. No childish laughter, no hushing maids, no bustling to distract from the heavy sound of him as he descended step after step. He was kevlar black and plated metal of green. He noticed her at the bottom of the stairs and stopped a couple steps down.]