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Harry Osborn ([info]goblinglider) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-11-26 02:03:00

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Entry tags:gwen stacy, harry osborn (msm), peter parker (mcu)

WHO: Harry Osborn and OTM
WHAT: Harry’s a confused, slightly panicky Hobgoblin
WHERE: Town Square
WHEN: Monday night/Tuesday morning
RATING: Low


Peter had once said that he kept his identity a secret because he knew that Norman hated Spider-Man. He knew that the businessman would stop at nothing to see he was destroyed. If Harry knew his secret, then it was likely that he would be put in a position where he would have to choose. Peter or Norman. His best friend or his father. It was an impossible decision. One he didn’t know how to make. One he wished he didn’t have to make.

“Harry! Get me out of these things!”

“Harry, please! Come with me. I’m your father!”

They were both yelling. Both in danger. Both in need of him to decide. His father trapped beneath debris; his best friend pinned to a wall in restraints he’d designed but that his father had used. He couldn’t do this. It wasn’t an easy decision no matter how he looked at it. Peter was his best friend. The one who was always there for him, the one who always had his back, but Norman was his father. Sure, their relationship was complicated. He’d gotten Harry suspended from Horizon High in order to keep a closer eye on him, he’d been taking advantage of Harry’s blackouts to attack Spider-Man while framing him. He’d made Harry think he was going crazy. Despite all of that… Norman was still his father. Harry still loved him. He still remembered what it felt like to lose him the first time, to be reunited with him only to watch him degenerate. He couldn’t do that again. He couldn’t lose him again. So, Harry moved. He picked up his flame sword and helped pull his father out of the rubble. There were no thanks, no hugs, no surprise that Harry had seemingly picked him. Just an order.

“Now, destroy Spider-Man. Fulfill the Osborn legacy.”

The sword crackled to life in his hands and Peter begged him not to, he flinched, as if Harry would ever actually hurt him. As if Harry could take the life of his best friend. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. The sword sliced through the restraints, freeing a confused Spider-Man. For a moment all Harry could do was smile at the other. He wasn’t sure if this was making a choice. If he was choosing Peter and their friendship over his father or if he was still hopeful that he could have both. Turning around he decided to keep going. To keep being brave. “I can’t dad!” He said, before steeling his resolve and tossing the sword away. “I mean. I won’t.”

The look on Norman’s face was one he was used to. One that still hurt and would always hurt no matter how many times he saw it. No matter what he knew about his father and the kind of person he was. Angry disappointment. “Then you’ve failed me and deserve what you’ve wrought.” He spat out. Angry. Hateful. Before Harry could see where this went, if he would now have to fight his own father, something behind him exploded and Harry watched as his father disappeared in fire, smoke, and debris for a second time. This time, however, there’s no anger. No one to wrongfully blame. It hurt but there was nothing left to do but move on. “We have to get out of here.”

He chanced a look back on his way out, watched as the building burned. He closed his eyes for a moment and only a moment but, when he opened them again, it was gone. The abandoned lab, New York, Spider-Man. It was just Harry, alone on his glider in the middle of a street covered in snow. Had he… had he blacked out again? His father had lied about a lot of things but maybe there was some truth to that. Maybe. He looked around frantic and, maybe, a little scared.

“Pete?!” He called to the empty street before remembering what the other had said that morning. Had it only been that morning? “Spider-Man! Come on! I know you’re around here.” He had to be.


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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-11-26 12:07 pm UTC (link)
Harry Osborn was someone Gwen had a very complicated history with. He was someone she'd been very close to for a while, then lost touch with him when he left town after Peter's death. When he came back, she found out he wanted revenge against Spider-Woman for murdering his best friend, and that made things pretty complicated. He'd intended to kill her until she told him who he was, and then everything got really messed up.

Hearing someone calling out for Peter wasn't all that uncommon, considering at any given point there were at least two Peter Parkers running around Starklandia. But his was a voice she'd never heard in town before. It sounded like -- It sounded just like Harry. It couldn't be her Harry though, could it? No one ever came from her world, and part of her was glad of that.

When she stepped out of the clothing shop and closed the door, she tilted her head as she took in the sight of the young man with the glider -- she remembered the glider. She remembered everything about the Green Goblin. "Harry?"

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[info]goblinglider
2019-11-26 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Gwen Stacey was someone Harry trusted. Completely. Even when he was angry and being a little overdramatic. Even when he was pouting because he assumed Peter was keeping secrets from him (he was just not the ones Harry expected), Harry trusted Gwen. He'd met her during his short time at Horizon High. She was brilliant but a little tough on newer classmates, like him, who hadn't actually had a plan. Hearing her voice now was startling but welcome. If anyone was smart enough to recognize his tech of course it would be her.

"Gwen? Is that you?" He asked as he turned to face her. "Did you do something with your hair?" She looked like Gwen, sounded like Gwen, but something was off. There were a few small details he couldn't quite place. He didn't rush to her like he may have initially wanted to. His approach, even on the glider, was slower. Just a little cautious because she looked and sounded like Gwen, she knew him like Gwen, but she wasn't Gwen. She wasn't his Gwen.

That was something he really didn't want to think about right now. He had enough going on for one Monday. The last thing he actually wanted to deal with was the possibility of alternate realities. That sounded like a Tuesday or Wednesday problem. Maybe he could push it back a week. Pencil this crisis in for next Monday. His schedule was bound to be pretty full once he found his way back home.

"What is this place?" He asked as he hopped off the glider and came to stand in front of her. He wasn't cold thanks to the armor regulating his body temperature but he knew she could be eventually. Should they go inside? Should he offer to walk with her so she could get wherever she was going?

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-11-26 01:52 pm UTC (link)
It was her, but it wasn't her. It wasn't the first time she had to explain it, but she had to treat it like it was the first time he was hearing it. God, she'd missed Harry. She'd cared about him so much, and though they'd not been as close as her and Peter she still considered him one of her best friends before everything went to hell. To see him, even if he wasn't her Harry, filled her heart with so much nostalgia and longing. The glider though; that wasn't a memory she wanted to keep. Especially since right before she'd come here, she'd been with a Peter Parker who'd become the Hobgoblin. She didn't like that thing.

But Harry wasn't dangerous. Not that she could tell. Her Spider senses weren't going crazy or anything. He just seemed confused and lost, and that was something to be expected in a place like this.

Gwen was bundled up in her coat and had been about to go home, having worked late at Van Dyne's because Q-Tee decided she was going to fold all the socks mismatched. And while she knew Sirius' not-husband-but-might-as-well-be always wore his mismatched, that didn't mean the rest of the town wanted their socks to not match. She'd spent the last two hours unfolding and refolding pairs while her bot took a break.

"Yeah, it's me," she said. "Not the me you know, I'm sure, but it's me. I'm Gwen." She smiled a little; it took a lot for her not to just reach out and hug him. She wanted to, very much. "This place, why I'm me but not me, it's a lot. You want to come into the shop with me? It's snowing like crazy out here. I can explain it to you. Or try."

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[info]goblinglider
2019-11-26 05:44 pm UTC (link)
He wasn't dangerous, not anymore and not to her. A lot of the anger he'd felt had been directed at Spider-Man. It didn't really extend to his friends and it certainly had never been directed at Gwen even when he was at his worst. Maybe he'd been a little surprised when he'd seen her in the costume, a little upset, but he hadn't assumed she was a menace. He hadn't immediately thought New York would be a better place if she just went away.

"I figured." He admitted. And that was a little confusing, a little disappointing, but it was okay too. She was still Gwen and she knew him. Or she knew a version of him. He wasn't completely alone. He would've accepted the hug without complaint if it was offered. His father had never been the affectionate sort but Harry was and Harry sort of needed it right now.

Looking from her to the shop he nodded. There was actually no way the two of them could have much of a conversation out in the middle of the snow. Not with as hard as it was snowing either. Going inside was the better option. He wouldn't worry about her getting cold even if she was bundled up. He was slightly worried about the glider though. He didn't like the idea of just leaving it out in the middle of the street. "Just... give me one sec." He murmured tapping on the controls in his gauntlet to let it hover just over the building for awhile. He was pretty sure no one was going to steal it. "I really have to redesign that thing." He said. "I'm just realizing what a pain it's going to be."

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-11-26 07:22 pm UTC (link)
Gwen was genuinely happy he was there. A version of him who wasn't intent to kill her was a good thing, but since he wasn't the Harry she knew it meant she had a lot of questions. She was sure he had questions too, and hopefully she could give him at least some answers. Gwen didn't have them all herself but really, no one here did. They could all answer things to a certain extent, but there was also a bit of an open ended conclusion.

Maybe she'd hug him. She wanted to. Later, probably, if the situation called for it or just because. Hugs were good. Hugs were always welcome. After being so shut off from people prior to her arrival here, she thrived on that sort of affection. Sirius, bless him, was always good for a lot of hugs. She hugged Tony every single morning and every single night, and sometimes in between. It was highly probable Harry was getting one before their conversation ended.

She waited while he got the glider to where it needed to be, and then nodded in the direction of the door she came out of. He was going to need clothes anyway now that he was here. "This way," she said, and led him into Van Dyne's. Gwen turned the lights back on and took her coat off, then hung it up by the door. "God, Harry, it really is you," she said, and couldn't help but smile. "I'm sure you have questions. You already asked what this place is so I can start there. The answer is.. we don't really know? I mean, we're guessing it's like a pocket universe, split off from the multiverse. People from all over, even different versions of the same person are being brought here. You were calling for Peter, right? Well, there are two of them here right now. From completely different worlds and different times in their lives."

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[info]goblinglider
2019-11-26 10:17 pm UTC (link)
If he had been feeling a little awkward before seeing her smile only managed to set him at ease. This wasn't his Gwen, no, but she was still Gwen. Having her around went a long way towards making him feel less alone here. It would be better if Peter was there with him but it didn't look like he was. "Yeah." He said. "It's really me." It was nice to have someone who appeared to be happy to see him. He'd sort of distanced himself from the entire Horizon High crowd after awhile. His father hadn't really wanted him hanging out with them. Norman had insisted they rival schools. That friendship and cooperation just wasn't possible. He didn't have to worry about any of that now. The Academy and Norman were both gone.

And he wasn't about to focus on that. He could mope and feel sorry for himself later. When Gwen wasn't around and smiling at him because she was happy to see him. He'd worry about it when he was, inevitably, on his own again. There were more important things to worry about like the fact that they were, apparently, in some sort of pocket universe and that there were two Peter Parkers here. He could come back to that in a moment. "Okay. I guess that makes sense." Sort of? This wasn't really his field of expertise. Harry was a chemist that sort of dabbled in everything else.

"I can't say I'm loving the idea of different versions of the same person." He admitted. Mostly he was thinking about the possibility of running into another version of himself or two versions of his father. "I can think of a few people I wouldn't want to run into twice." He offered her a frown. She knew him so she knew his family and would know exactly who he was talking about. His relationship with Norman was always going to be complicated. "But... two Peters? Really? I can hardly keep up with one." It brought a smile to his face though. Peter had been right behind him but if this place pulled people from their worlds without regard for time then, maybe, his Peter was there after all.

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-11-27 07:52 pm UTC (link)
Gwen missed her friendship with Harry, very much. After Peter's death, she'd wanted so much to go to Harry because he was familiar, someone who'd known and cared about Peter and could cry with her. But Harry was gone. He'd left and she didn't see him again for two years. It was for the best, she guessed, that he was gone. Because then no one who hated Spider-Woman could use him against her the way her dad and her other friends had been. Of course, him coming back with a plan to kill Spider-Woman wasn't exactly the reunion she'd hoped for, but seeing Harry now, like this. Not her Harry, but still Harry, all she felt was happiness, if not a little nostalgia.

When she went home later, she'd probably cry. Hidden away in her room with the door closed so that meant The Men in the house stayed out and maybe only Natasha might be allowed in. But for now she was all smiles because finally there was another person here who knew someone like her, enough that he too seemed happy enough to see her. That felt good. The Gwen from his world must have been a friend, she hoped.

"Yeah, two Peters," she said. "We've had more than that at certain points in time, if you can imagine. The two who are here, though, they're both great. I'm sure you could've guessed. It's hard to be Peter Parker and not be special." Her own hadn't realized it, but she'd always known it to be true. "So um.. This clothing shop, I run it. You should pick some clothes out. You're gonna need some stuff to wear because we're all kinda stuck here until whatever brought us here decides to send us back. I just got some coats and winter wear in so that was good timing after the snow decided to descend. Oh -- and the shops here don't require money. We all just kind of pitch in and do stuff around town to call it even."

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[info]goblinglider
2019-11-27 11:09 pm UTC (link)
The Gwen from his world was a friend. She was a voice of a reason when he needed one most. She was someone he trusted fully, completely, even when he was being over dramatic and felt like he couldn't even trust Peter. She was a lot of things. Good things. Even with her new spider powers. This Gwen wasn't his. Maybe she didn't have the spider powers or maybe she wasn't enrolled in some genius school. Maybe her uncle hadn't turned super villain. Whatever the differences were it didn't really matter. He was still happy to see her. He still hoped the two of them could become friends. He could really use that.

He couldn't imagine that. He could hardly imagine there being two Peters. He supposed he'd run into them eventually. Especially if he still planned on gliding around looking for a certain one. Yes, he knew the chances of either of them being his were pretty low. He still had hope. "Yeah, I guess, Pete is pretty special." He couldn't help but smile a little at that. His best friend always managed to do that even if Harry wasn't particularly happy with him. Even when it felt like Peter was always forgetting him or leaving him behind.

Allowing his thoughts to be drawn away from the multiple versions of Peter and back to his surroundings he looked around. "Stuck here?" He asked feeling just a little panicked by that. He couldn't be stuck here. "I... There's stuff I have to take care of back home." He didn't want to but there was no one else who could. Norman was gone. Oscorp was his responsibility now. In spite of just how distressing the idea was, Harry still moved to look through the clothes, to pick things out in his size and, when he could, preferred color or style. It wasn't often but he didn't complain. If Gwen said he was stuck in a pocket universe then he was stuck. "So, my Gwen, she..." He started not sure how to ask. Not if this one kept her identity a secret like Peter kept his. He decided to just come out and ask. "She was exposed to this experimental virus. It turned her, my dad, and a bunch of other people into spider monsters but it also gave her spider powers. You... do you have spider powers?"

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-11-29 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Given the fact that when she first heard Harry's voice he'd been calling for Peter, Gwen was pretty sure that in his world the two of them were at least friends. She was pretty sure that Little Pete was probably at home but given it was really late she wasn't sure he'd be awake. Alpha Peter was probably either at his house or cleaning up for the night at Pancho's. Maybe it'd be better to help him find Peter in the morning? Probably. She was kind of winging that part.

Gwen had heard about other Gwen's from other worlds before. Usually she was a good person, driven, a moral compass of sorts, and dead. She knew that the Gwen who Alpha Peter knew was one who had been Spider-Woman too, but they were still unsure if it was her or another Gwen. They'd probably never know at this point. But listening to Harry now, it sounded like there was another Gwen out there who could do the same things she could and that was interesting. She didn't know if it was exactly the same, since he mentioned she'd been exposed to a virus and that there were monsters involved, but still.

Her secret identity wasn't really a thing here. Gwen had never really tried to hide it because from what she'd observed the general crowd consisted of people with enhanced ability, secret identities of their own, or they weren't from a world where knowing who she was would really matter anyway. "Yeah," she said, answering honestly without any real hesitation about it. "It's been a couple of years now," she said. "I didn't get exposed to a virus or anything though. I was just bitten." She held up her hand and pointed to where it'd happened. "Is your Gwen.. is she good?"

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[info]goblinglider
2019-11-29 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Peter was his best friend. The two of them had just been together back home escaping from an explosion. Peter had just been right there, right behind him, before Harry found himself on a snow covered street. It was a little confusing and, given his blackouts, a little scary. Calling out to Peter had been a natural reaction. Peter had always been there for him when he needed it. Even when he hadn't realized it. He could, however, be convinced to seek the two versions of his best friend out in the morning. It might've even been the better idea. He refused to believe that neither of them would be his Peter and hadn't even thought of the possibility of one of them not knowing who he was. It was entirely possible Harry wouldn't be able to handle that disappointment no matter how he managed to play it off.

There were monsters involved. The Jackal's spider virus had been great for Gwen and most of New York for awhile but that had changed. After working with Anya and Peter to clear it up, however, she seemed to have retained her powers. She was still a well-loved hero with an adoring fanbase and no secret identity. Her costume hadn't had a mask. So far it hadn't had any repercussions either. No one was rampaging down her neighborhood or putting her friends and family in danger yet. She was just surrounded by fans if Peter could be believed.

"A couple of years? My Gwen is new at the whole spider power thing." Peter was too. Spider-Man hadn't even been around for a year just yet. It was probably a good thing she hadn't been exposed to a virus. It saved her the trauma of turning into a giant spider monster and the mind control they had all been under. He wasn't sure what she meant by good in this case but... "Yeah." He said, smiling a little as he thought about her. "She's good." She was a hero. She had recovered from the spider monster thing and she was just an all around amazing person. He was sure this Gwen was too.

Setting his finds aside, but neatly so she wouldn't have to clean up after him, Harry moved back towards her. "I'm... um... I'm glad I ran into you." He knew she wasn't his Gwen but she was still a Gwen. It was comforting to see a familiar face when everything else was so confusing about this place. It was even better that that face was one he trusted without question. "I should probably figure out where I'm staying, huh? How does that work?"

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-11-30 08:08 pm UTC (link)
Gwen was relieved to hear that the Gwen he knew was good. Given her experiences, she'd seen versions of Harry and Peter both going dark when they were given power. It would've been hard to hear it if there was a version of her out there who succumbed to that as well. There probably was somewhere, but no one she'd encountered in town who knew any Gwen Stacy had said she was evil or dark or anything. The people back home did, or well, Spider-Woman, but that was different.

If the Peter who Harry knew was new to his powers, Gwen felt like he'd probably connect well to the Peter she lived with. He was young, definitely the youngest in town. She didn't know how long he'd been Spider-Man but probably not for too long.

As he moved toward her, Gwen turned in his direction to meet his gaze. His admission moved her, touched her heart and plucked at a nostalgia string she'd not let anyone get close to for a long time. "Harry.." She'd answer his questions in a minute. First, she reached for him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hug him. "I'll show you, we'll find you a place, but -- God, I've missed you so much." He didn't have to be her Harry for her to be happy to see him.

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[info]goblinglider
2019-11-30 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Knowing his Gwen and the kind of person that she was, Harry would argue that there was no way any version of her could be anything but good. She had a strong moral compass and always strived to do the right thing. She encouraged others to the right thing too. Even when they didn't want to. He would argue the same about Peter though and, yes, he would probably even try and argue the same about his father even with all evidence pointing to the contrary. When Harry loved someone he, apparently, didn't give up on them so easily. Sure, maybe, he said things he regretted out of anger and hurt but, in the end, he still believed in them. So maybe he was wrong and there were version that weren't so great of the two best people he knew but, so far, he hadn't run into them and he probably never would.

He'd want to get along with the young version of Peter running around. He'd probably want to get along with the older one too. He just might find them a little jarring at first but any version of his best friend was a good one. He'd try even if he would be disappointed that neither of them were the one he was hoping for.

The hug was unexpected but nowhere near unwelcome. His father had never been very affectionate. Anytime he'd shown kindness or touched Harry (usually with hands on his shoulders) was a ploy to manipulate him. To play on Harry's need for his approval, his desire to please his father. The only real affection he received came from the Parkers when he was younger and allowed to spend time at Peter's house. Once he got older and his father placed a few more restrictions on him he really only received the occasional hug from Peter. To be hugged now in a strange place, far from home, without his Peter, and after everything he knew had, literally, gone up in flames... it meant something. He pressed his lips together to stop them from trembling before he wrapped his arms around her and returned the hug. "Thanks, Gwen..." For everything. For being there. For hugging him. For missing any version of him. "You don't have to spend all night worrying about me. Just point me in the right direction. I'll figure it out. You should go home and rest." They'd talk later. He was here and she was here. They could always find each other again later.

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-12-02 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Being in town was a lot. Gwen understood that just because it was easy for her now didn't mean it was easy for everyone coming in. She'd adapted along the way and now was really happy here. But for someone like Harry, brand new and trying to get his bearings; it was understandably overwhelming. She didn't want to overload him with things more than what was absolutely necessary. Establishing and reassuring the fact that she was someone who liked him, someone he could trust and turn to, that was super important to her. She wanted to be his friend, to spend time with him because he was someone she'd cared for so much back home, and though he was from a different world he was still Harry. Still important.

The next steps were clothing and lodging. No way in hell was she just going to turn him loose in the snow without any real guidance but she had some ideas of where he could go for now, or for good if he decided he wanted to stay there. She'd briefly contemplated taking him back to her house with the Brady Bunch of families but thought that might be a shock to the system for Harry, Peter, and really everyone if there was a stranger sleeping on the couch or on some pillows on the floor of her room. No, she had a different idea.

"I've got a place you can stay in, if you want. I lived there for a while with my friend Jan, but she's not here anymore," she said. "There's a bed and some furniture." Now that Tony had gotten the heating in the buildings working she didn't think he'd freeze to death either. "I moved out when she left but it's still furnished. We can get you some food to keep in there tomorrow and I'll show you around town to get you more things." A trip to visit the Hargreeves brothers was probably in order. "Come on. Let me at least take you there." She took his hand, and started to lead him out of the shop. Her former house was close to the shop, so it wouldn't be a long time out in the snow.

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[info]goblinglider
2019-12-02 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Being in Starklandia was a lot. It was it's own little universe filled with people from various other realities. It contained versions of people that Harry knew or knew of. While he was hopeful that one of the Peters already here was his own it would be silly of him to expect it. There was a very real possibility that he was on his own here. That, alone, should've given him reason for a breakdown. Add to that everything that had just happened and Harry couldn't be blamed if he was upset or spent a few moments curled in on himself, trying to block out the world. He wasn't about to do that because he wasn't really alone. Gwen was there. She wasn't his Gwen, sure, but she knew him. She seemed to like him. She seemed like someone he could trust so he was going to.

That trust was paying off so far. He'd just arrived and he had some new clothes to wear. To sleep in so he wasn't trying to figure out just how comfortable his armor was when he was trying to settle down for the night. He would've worried about where he was going to sleep but it seemed as if Gwen had that covered too. He may not have turned down the idea of spending a night on the couch at her place or curling up on the floor but it probably would've been a bit of a shock in the morning when he realized she lived in a house full of people. A majority of whom he didn't know (or had only heard of). It was probably better if he found his own space.

While Harry probably would've insisted that she just point him in the right direction it was sort of hard to deny her when she was taking ahold of his hand. "Okay, Gwen." He said, managing to grab his collection of clothing before they stepped out of the shop and into the snow. He didn't release her hand or even stop to think about the glider as they left. It was better to focus on his friend for awhile. "I was going to say you didn't have to make this much of a fuss but, honestly, I'm pretty sure I'd be lost if I had to do this on my own." He admitted a little embarassed by that fact.

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-12-03 01:47 am UTC (link)
Being Spider-Woman and in the position she'd been in back home, Gwen was used to operating on her own. She didn't really have anyone to turn to because those she cared about would be put at risk. It left her to fend for herself in most cases and at first, she thought that was how it would be when she ended up in Starklandia. It took her a bit, but she'd come to realize that she didn't have to have that guard up around the people in town. She could talk to other people, befriend them and form bonds and there wasn't really a risk of anyone getting hurt because of it. There was still the chance they could get plucked out of town and sent away, but that was a risk that applied to anyone. It wasn't a danger because she was their friend or daughter, like it was back home.

Gwen hoped, sincerely, that Harry would be able to form connections with others here, herself included. She wanted to talk with him, hear his story (maybe even share hers; it wasn't impossible), learn about the things he liked and disliked. It'd be great if he could meet the Peters, but that was something she thought would need to come in time. Alpha Peter had a history with Harry Osborn in his world; she didn't know about little Pete.

"Not to worry then," she said. "You're not alone." She smiled at him and gave his hand a little squeeze as they walked along. "There." She nodded at the house just ahead on the right. "That's the one." It wasn't long before they were standing in front of it. "It's got electricity and running water. There isn't any food but like I said, we can get you some tomorrow. I can come by in the morning to get you. I might even bring you breakfast." She grinned, then turned toward him. "I know it's a lot. Like, a lot a lot. But it's going to be okay, Harry. Do you want me to come in with you?"

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[info]goblinglider
2019-12-04 08:25 pm UTC (link)
If Gwen was worried about whether or not Harry would be forming a connection with her she probably didn't have to. He wanted that. He wanted to be able to trust her the way he trusted his own Gwen. He wanted to talk to her about the things that were bothering him and hear what she had to say. He wanted them to be friends and to be close enough for serious conversations but also to just have fun. To do whatever it was that they could do here. Away from the dangers that seemed to run rampant back home. He'd want to meet the Peters too even if none of them ended up being his own. He'd try not to rush into any of that though. It was important to him that he find out whether or not his was here but this place seemed safe enough. There was no reason to worry.

He may have had to look away, up at the snow, at those words. They meant a lot here. They meant a lot back home too where, sometimes, it felt like he was but in different ways. He'd had friends and connections back in Horizon. He had a life he was making for himself. When he was kicked out he'd lost a lot of that. Deciding to stay at his father's school had only served to keep him isolated and cut off from the people he cared about (like Gwen) and, until recently, he hadn't known that that was the point. "Thanks." he said, glad he didn't have to wipe at his eyes.

His smile returned a little when she pointed out the house. It was nowhere near what he was used to but it was better. He wasn't trapped at the top of some tower looking down upon the rest of the world. He would have a nice little house where he could feel like part of a community or neighborhood or whatever it was. He could worry about the things he didn't have in it later. For now it seemed perfect. "Breakfast, huh? You really do want to spoil me, don't you?" He teased but he appreciated that too. Breakfast with a friend was reminiscent enough of home that it made him feel happy, comfortable.

He believed her, of course he did. It would be okay even if it might not feel like it once she'd gone back home. "You've come all this way. You might as well come inside out of the cold for awhile." He wouldn't keep her too long. She deserved the chance to go home and rest for awhile.

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[info]itsybitsyspidey
2019-12-10 12:50 am UTC (link)
Gwen hoped with all of her heart that she and Harry could build a lasting friendship and grow close to each other. Her trust wasn't something she gave too freely, although here she seemed more willing to give it than back home. She knew, of course, this wasn't the Harry she'd been close to in her world, but she hoped that there was enough of a natural bond from having a closeness with him and he with her in their respective worlds that they could build a foundation here in friendship. It would allow them to learn about each other, good and bad things, the similarities and differences, and hopefully to have fun together.

"Well, yeah," she said when he teased her about spoiling him. Gwen was so glad she'd thought of her old house. He might decide he wanted to venture into one of the houses that had been previously unoccupied later, but he'd at least have a warm bed and a place to unwind right now until he made that choice. It wasn't far from where she lived with her family, either. She liked the thought of him being close.

"Thanks," she said when he invited her in. "I'll come back tomorrow, if you want. You should really get a better idea of the town when it's light outside. And you know, we can hang out if you want."

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[info]stickyboi
2019-12-02 07:08 am UTC (link)
Peter had been doing his best to adjust to life in Starklandia, but it wasn't easy. Recovery wasn't as quick as he might have hoped, though his physical injuries had faded to the barest twinge in his side - but things were getting better. Slowly but surely, Peter was...starting to feel, if not better, then at least a little bit more at ease. Every day he woke up without tasting ash was a good one, so. He was just taking it day by day, okay?

He'd been finding it difficult to sleep, though; he didn't like how quiet it was (Titan was quiet, too quiet; they said death was like falling asleep but it wasn't, not really, not at all). The new snowfall wasn't helping things, making it harder for him to even hear the rustle of the trees, or Tony's breathing, Gwen's heartbeat, when she was in the house - he didn't like it. He'd grown up with the loudness of the city, pervading every moment, and after he'd been bitten by that spider, it had only gotten worse.

Regardless, the lack of sleep finds Peter dozing on the roof. Probably not the smartest decision - certainly not something he thinks Tony would approve of, which is why his door is locked and he's kinda hiding on the side of the roof less likely to be seen from anybody approaching the house, with his window open so he can hear if anyone calls for him. No one else is home - he's pretty sure Gwen's down at her clothing shop, Tony's probably at his workshop, and Peter hates being alone (he hates that he hates it, hates that he feels weak for not wanting to be alone, so he opts not to say anything about it). At least outside he can extend the range of his hearing and use what little sounds the town and forest have to offer so he doesn't feel so off-kilter.

He's got his suit on for the heater, though he doesn't really think he needs it. He kind of likes the cold - he has, ever since the spiderbite, but that's probably a coincidence, right? Sure. It has to be cold if it's snowing, but it doesn't really feel that cold to him (there's a voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like May that fusses about him wearing proper clothes for the weather, so he puts on the suit with only the barest hesitation).

It's in the middle of this weird, relaxing-but-not-quite nap that Peter hears his name. At first, he thinks he's imagining it, but the desperation and panic is too raw, and the hair on the back of his neck prickles (though, not from the cold). Peter frowns and tries to listen closer, because that voice isn't one he's familiar with, and it's definitely further away than the inside of the house.

It's less of a decision and more of a compulsion, really, that has Peter pulling on his mask and jumping off the roof (he probably shouldn't be, still, after everything, but he's Peter Parker, so he does it anyway). There's no need for webbing when he can just parkour from roof to roof, and he pauses when he gets to the town square, perching on the ridge of one of the roofs.

Who is that? He doesn't recognize him. He definitely said 'Pete' right? Followed by Spiderman? Someone that's probably not looking for him him, Peter's about 90% sure of that, but - he can't very well pretend like he didn't hear him, can he?

"You rang?" Peter calls from above, offering the most awkward wave this side of the Mississip (can he still say that, when there's no Mississippi River in this weird pocket dimension?) "Spiderman, at your service."

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[info]goblinglider
2019-12-03 01:45 am UTC (link)
He'd left the glider behind. Harry may have been reckless, but he wasn't stupid. Even in this quiet little pocket dimension he couldn't just leave his equipment lying around. Who knew what would happen to it?

As soon as Gwen was gone, he was back out in the snow, trudging through it back towards the shop and his abandoned glider. He was never more thankful for the thermal suit that made up his armor. It kept him from feeling the cold. Not that it helped his nose or the tips of his ears too much. The hood only did so much for him.

The cold made him kind of miserable. The silence that seemed to accompany it only adding to that loneliness he felt. That ever-present ache that had him calling out for his best friend (uselessly, he knew) just one more time. If he’s still panicked and desperate then he’s allowed to be. No one’s actually around to hear him.

It wasn’t until after he had the glider back, after he cleared the snow off of it while making a face, that he heard a voice that was familiar. So familiar it made him jump. Looking up, he spotted Peter. Dressed as Spider-Man, obviously, and giving him the most awkward wave he’d ever seen. Harry couldn’t help it. “Pete!” He breathed and the smile that followed just seeing his best friend was bright, warm. He didn’t think too hard about it, he just jumped up on his glider and got himself to the roof.

“I was looking for you. I lost track of you after the warehouse exploded and I ended up here. I thought… I thought I passed out again. I was afraid I’d-“ He trailed off when he got close enough. When he got a good look at the spider-man costume the other was wearing. It wasn’t the same. In fact, it looked a little more advanced than what he was used to… and Peter hadn’t taken off his mask. He was still wearing it like he was trying to hide his identity. There shouldn’t have been a need for that. Harry knew.

It all just added up to one thing: this wasn’t his Peter. It was a Peter Parker but it wasn’t his own. His Peter wasn’t here. He was still back in their New York. Harry drew back a little, not even realizing he’d been reaching out to hug the other until he had to draw his arms back and wrap them around himself. The momentary vulnerability lasted only long enough for him to remember he was an Osborn. “Sorry.” He said as his arms dropped to his sides. “I thought you were someone else.” He tried to force a smile back but it wouldn’t come. Not at first.

It was fine. This was fine. He was still Peter and Harry was still Harry. It would work itself out the same way it had with Gwen. He was sure of it. Sure that in every reality they were friend. “It’s Harry.” He said, as if the other should know who he was. The smile wasn’t as bright this time but it was there and hopeful.

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[info]stickyboi
2019-12-06 03:17 am UTC (link)
The boy - and it was a boy, upon closer examination - jumps into a flurry of action almost as soon as Peter speaks. It becomes abundantly clear, in the moments following, that he's under the impression he knows Peter. Okay, scratch that - he does know Peter, it's just that he thinks Peter knows him, too. The glider is interesting - Peter doesn't think he's ever seen tech like it, so if that's supposed to be a clue as to how he knows this kid, it doesn't particularly help him. He thinks they're probably about the same age, like Gwen, but he can't be sure.

"Hey, no, it's okay." Peter watched as the disappointment and realization crashed over the new arrival (and he had to be new, right? Peter hadn't seen him around before, that he could recall.) To be honest, Peter's kind of wondering if he should just complete the hug anyway, because it kind of looked physically painful for the other boy to pull back and restrain himself - and if he did know another version of him, given the excitement in his voice, Peter thought it was safe to assume they were friends. "It's okay, I know it's - I know it's weird. Um. It's still kind of weird, you know, even for me."

"...I'm sorry." Peter rubs a hand sheepishly over the back of his neck, mask still in place. Where Gwen seemed oddly familiar, he really couldn't place Harry. He didn't want to destroy the, albeit weaker, smile Harry had managed to put on for him, but he also couldn't lie to him. "I don't think I know a Harry, where I'm from."

"But it's nice to meet you!" Peter quickly continued, making an awkward, aborted hand gesture. What was the protocol for this sort of thing? Maybe he should have asked Gwen and old-as-dirt!Peter. Was there a protocol? He's so bad at this. All of this, literally everything. Poor Harry (but then again, if Harry is friends with a Peter Parker, he must be well aware of how much of an absolute disaster he is on the best of days). "I'm sorry you ended up here."

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[info]goblinglider
2019-12-06 09:15 am UTC (link)
Not his Peter and, on top of that, a Peter with no idea of who he was. That was... that was, god, he didn't even know what that was beyond disappointing and upsetting in ways he just wasn't prepared for. What did he do? How did he move forward from this? He'd been too stubborn to even consider the minute possibility that some version of Peter Parker didn't know who he was. That, maybe, he just didn't exist or they hadn't met.

So the smile fell and the shoulders slumped and Harry found himself shivering just a little. It was cold. He could lie, if asked. The other didn't need to know about the lengths he'd gone through to create a material that helped regulate body temperature and keep the wearer from feeling the cold or heat.

"Osborn." He said softly. "I'm Harry Osborn." He wasn't looking for name recognition anymore. They were past that. It was more of a reminder to himself. This Peter didn't know him. He wasn't just Harry. He was the one and only representative of the Osborn family, the Osborn name, in this pocket dimension and for this unfamiliar familiar version of Peter. "Back home my father is a businessman and a scientist. If we existed where you're from you'd know it. Norman and Stark both like seeing their names in big letters on top of buildings."

He watched the other from, what he assumed, was a safe enough distance to observe. No longer in range for physical contact but close enough to talk, close enough so it wouldn't seem like he was trying to run away. This Peter was still a disaster. Still awkward. It was nice to see that some things didn't change even when big things did.

He didn't want to talk about himself, he decided so he focused on something else. "You were sleeping, weren't you? I'm sorry I woke you up and forced you out here." He had been desperate. He knew that. He'd probably sounded panicked too. Some weirdo random citizen screaming for help, of course it was going to draw the other boy out regardless of the time, if he had been sleeping, or whether or not he recognized the voice. "You can go and get back to that. Sleeping, I mean. I'll be fine." What was he doing? Why was he still talking? "I just didn't want to leave my glider behind."

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[info]stickyboi
2019-12-14 01:21 am UTC (link)
"Osborn like - the company?" The goggles on Peter's mask whirr as they adjust in the waxing light; hell, he's lucky they even still work. He recognizes Oscorp, though, and how could he not? Then again, if this person - Harry - knows him, he probably knows all about his field trip gone awry. "Wait, wait, I know - I mean, I know Oscorp. I know your dad. Well not - I mean, I haven't met him, or anything, but - yeah he's on like, TV."

How does he not know Harry, though? If their orbits are supposed to cross? He's not sure if he knows whether or not the Norman Osborn in his universe has a kid. Maybe he doesn't? But it's also possible Peter just wasn't paying attention when he skimmed the Wikipedia page before the trip (there's a lot of things about that field trip that are kind of fuzzy, and others that are clear as crystal).

Harry wanders a little further away, and Peter frowns beneath the mask - he looks uncomfortable. Damn, he didn't mean to freak him out like that. "I was - uh - it's not like - "

Peter laughs a little at himself before reaching up and pulling off the mask, letting his curls bounce free. It makes his skin crawl, a little, to leave his face exposed, but that's less to do with Harry and more just practiced behavior - it's just the default to hide his identity, at this point. He's not sure why he says it - maybe it's because Harry is starting to shrink away from him where before he was reaching out for him, and Peter feels irrationally bad about taking that hope away from him, maybe it's because he just has no filter - but he says: "I have some trouble sleeping, uh, here. It's too...quiet."

"And I was on the roof anyway. Napping on the roof." Peter shrugs a little. "So if you want some company - sorry, is this weird? Am I making this weird? Do you want to be alone? I just mean - like - um." Seems like they're both ramblers. Makes sense, if they're friends.

"Your glider?" Harry's given Peter permission to be openly curious, now, and he tilts his head a little as he studies what he can see of it. "Did you make that?"

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[info]goblinglider
2019-12-14 02:45 am UTC (link)
"You know Oscorp?" Harry asked, eyes a little wide because that shouldn't be possible, should it? Peter doesn't know him. "How do you...?" He trailed off a little as he looked the suit over again before letting out a sigh. "Right, right. The field trip. The spider that bit you came from Oscorp. I guess certain things didn't change." Just the bigger ones that effected him. Of course Norman was on TV. "I'm surprised he wasn't there for your field trip. He usually likes that kind of publicity." It made him seem like he was interested in the next generation or the common man or whatever.

It still felt a little unfair to be thinking so negatively about his father. Especially after everything that had just happened. "What do you think of him? What you've seen on him." He had to know. His Peter had grown to hate Norman. His father's own hatred of and desire to kill Spider-Man managing to bleed into Peter's personal feelings. This one might think differently if he still wasn't on Norman's radar. He might even think he was okay. His father knew how to put on a mask for the public. He knew how to make himself seem likable in small doses.

"I might still exist if he does." Harry said, frowning a little at the thought. If he did then there was a reason that this Peter didn't know him. "My dad's kind of..." He shrugged a little uncomfortably. "Controlling." If his version of Norman Osborn had gone as far as to get Harry expelled then who was to say that some other version hadn't decided to keep Harry as close as possible right from the start.

There was absolutely no reason to even tell this version of Peter that much except for the fact that he's Peter. He even struggled with what to say or how to explain himself. It was all too familiar. When the mas came off that was familiar too. Maybe the hair was a little different, slightly shorter, but he remembered those curls. He couldn't help but smile a little. "You look just like him." That was probably weird but it was true and it had just sort of come out.

Harry couldn't help but smile a little fondly as the other began to ramble. He probably shouldn't. The fact that the other couldn't sleep wasn't a good thing. It wasn't something he should smile about. "It was always going to be weird. You're a version of my best friend who doesn't know me. So..." He shrugged. What could they do? "But I don't actually like being alone." He admitted. "You can stay, if you want. You can come back to the house too if you don't like being out here with your face exposed." His Peter had lectured him about secret identities. He knew it was important to him.

Harry stepped aside, smiling brightly, as Peter asked about the glider. "I did." He said. "You can take a look at it if you want. Originally I made it for the Stark Expo. I just never got a chance to enter it. My father wouldn't let me."

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[info]stickyboi
2019-12-19 01:19 am UTC (link)
"Yeah I - yeah." He shouldn't be surprised that Harry knows, but he is. He's not sure he'll ever get used to people just...knowing, in this town, but he should probably start. Peter offers a sympathetic smile and a half-shrug; yeah, maybe the story wasn't so different. Maybe Harry's world was closed to his than Gwen's, or even the older version's. "You know maybe - I mean, maybe I just haven't gotten to you, yet. Maybe you're still in my future. That can happen, here."

Like how everything Peter had lived through was still in Tony's future, how most of what the older Peter lived through might very well be in Peter's future. Maybe it was the same for Harry? Peter laughs a little, self-conscious, and shrugs slightly. Harry sounds like this is important to him, and Peter hopes his answer isn't too disappointing. "He...seems alright? I mean - Oscorp's done a lot, for people. They're at the forefront of private biochemical research and development, I mean, the field trip was super cool. Until - well, you know. But that was my fault and - I guess I'd like to work for your dad, some day. Maybe."

"You probably do. Like I said - maybe it's just in my future maybe - I mean, maybe we meet when we get to college." Things can still be the same while being different, Peter's learned that much. "But it's nice to meet you, Harry."

Peter offers his hand, because while he'd totally be willing to give Harry the hug he'd been going for earlier, he doesn't want to make this whole thing any weirder than it already is. He's smiling, though, curls flopping down over his forehead, grin widening a little when Harry smiled back. "Maybe our universe's are closer than we thought."

"Me either," Peter admits quickly, before he can think better of it. Maybe it's easier to say it to Harry than it is to the people he really does know - or the people that think they know him. Gwen and Older!Peter, they had met a version of him before - he can see it every time he looks them in the eye. "Sure. I mean - it's only a force of habit, really, because everyone here knows everybody and - most of them know me, anyway."

"That's so cool," Peter says reverently, tilting his head to look over the glider. "So you totally built this yourself? Like the propulsion system and everything? Dude. What! Why wouldn't he let you enter this - probably should have won, man."

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[info]goblinglider
2019-12-25 01:32 pm UTC (link)
Maybe they would still meet. It was a little weird for Harry to realize that this Peter didn't know him just yet. Maybe that was for the best though. He didn't know anything about what this Peter had gone through or what he was going through. He knew about the major loss that had shaped him (assuming it was all the same) but nothing afterwards. Maybe the drama that surrounded the Osborn family was just something Peter didn't need or couldn't handle at this point in his life.

Harry let out a soft laugh as Peter spoke. His own used to feel the same way. He'd thought Norman was great, had talked about working for Oscorp someday while Harry had just shook his head. Those had been simpler times and it was weird that he could call them "simpler times" like it had been in the distant past and not just a year ago. Life really had changed. "You could do so much better than Oscorp, Pete."

The idea of metting in college was a nice one, he'd admit it but it worried him too. What would he be like if he hadn't met Peter and his family when he did? Should he warn the Peter about how difficult that potential their potential friendship should be? Should he limit contact here? That might be a little extreme. He doubted Norman was going to show up in the same way he had... and not just because he was dead. He didn't think any version of Norman would show up.

He shrugged as he took the other's hand and shook it. "It's nice to meet you, too. This you? What am I supposed to say?" He laughed at the awkwardness of the situation on his end. "It's not a bad thought, you know? Close but different."

He would love to say that Peter didn't have to be alone. That he was there and whatever else but he didn't. Neither of them really knew the other and he sort of felt like it would be weird to be that familiar so soon. It was better to let Peter get a feel for him. "No pressure or anything but, knowing that, you can drop by and ramble at or get rambled at by me anytime. You know. If you get tired of things being too quiet." As for the mask. "Who cares? If you aren't comfortable with it yet then don't force anything."

And they could start back to the house Gwen had shown him to in a moment. He wouldn't even mind if Peter put the mask back on. "You can go over there and actually see it. Touch it." It didn't have weapons on it so it wasn't going to hurt anything or anybody. "I did. I started working on it while I was enrolled at Horizon and finished it after I wound up expelled." He said, frowning a little at the question. "He..." At the time he hadn't thought much of it because things had worked out. They were attacked by some super villain who had it out for Stark. All technology was taken over. Norman hadn't known that was going to happen though. "I mentioned he's controlling, right? Yeah. That might be the reason."

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[info]stickyboi
2020-01-15 07:09 pm UTC (link)
Who could say, really? It seemed entirely random, the differences between their realities. All had their fair share of tragedy - and their high moments, Peter supposed, but the well of emotion in any given situation never really seemed to be geared towards the good stuff, was it? At least, not in Peter's experience. He can't help but be curious, though, but this friend - a good enough friend that Harry was in the know about Spiderman - that he doesn't know at all.

"I dunno, seems like an alright place to me." Genetically engineered spiders aside, but that was his own fault, wasn't it? Wandering somewhere he wasn't supposed to be? Harry calls him Pete in a way where Peter can't help but smile - it sounds so familiar, and Peter is friendly by nature. "Wait till you meet the other me. Older me. It's kind of trippy."

"Yeah," Peter shrugs a little, because it's too much to wonder if Harry does or doesn't have to deal with all the crap that's gone on in his universe. He's sure he has his own stuff to deal with but...frankly, Peter would rather deal with problems that aren't his. "I'd like that a lot, man. You too. I mean - where are you staying? You have a place?"

Peter shrugs again and shifts his weight awkwardly, and his mouth opens of it's own accord. "I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with it. But there's no point I mean - I mean people just know things, here. They're all from different places and different times and like, apparently a lot of them have met me? Some version of me. Either here or in their own world. So it just seems pointless to hide here but it - it made me really uncomfortable, at first cause like - I mean - I'm sure you know if, uh, if you know me, that it's like, a secret? A really big, anxious secret?"

"Not that you - I mean, you aren't making me uncomfortable. I've gotten kind of used to it and it's not - you've never met me. Like there are people here that know a different version of me me, like with my face and everything. And sometimes I feel like they're seeing somebody else." Peter huffs out a breath - he's word vomiting. Yikes. Nice first impression there buddy. "Anyway. Uh. I'm working on it."

That's all the prompting Peter needs to put his hands on the tech, and he excitedly picks it up and starts examining the underside panels. "Horizon? Is that your school? How'd you get expelled? Sorry - uh." He was getting ahead of himself here.

"Well this is awesome." Peter declared, running a gloved hand over one of the exhaust ports on the underside of the glider. "What other tech were you thinking of incorporating this into? Are you developing an actual like, hoverboard? Back to the Future style?"

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