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

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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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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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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