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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
2019-12-04 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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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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