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Re: Gramercy: Harry and Gwen
"You find trouble?" Amusement wore the question down to a level of skepticism that said the Gwen Stacy he knew hadn't gotten close to trouble a day in her life. Could a couple of years really change things so much? The world didn't feel different, not really. Maybe it had something to do with inherently knowing that he'd actually lived his life up to this point and hadn't just been dropped on his ass through a hotel door. Gwen remembered him, MJ remembered him. Both as something recent and not as something that had gotten lost along the way.
"No, but I know about them," he said of the wish granting. Harry couldn't ever remember the hotel being so generous, but maybe things had changed between what he'd experienced and the current state of things.
"The last thing I remember is..." He studied Gwen in that moment. The blue of her eyes and the damp blond of her hair and the knit of her sweater, digging for something fresh and turning up nothing. Harry didn't feel like any real time was lost between them. He squinted, there was something that he wanted to remember but couldn't, a dream once vivid and now lost in the light of day. "I remember the hotel and I remember school. Prom is supposed to be next month, but I guess it already happened really..."
He shrugged, figuring that was less than helpful. "So am I like in charge of Oscorp now?" The idea was a little terrifying.