WHO: Peter Parker & Harry Osborn WHAT: Getting a handle on things. WHERE: Harry's place WHEN: Feb 7th, afternoon RATING: T for teenage shenanigans
Peter lands lightly on Harry’s rooftop, bouncing on the balls of his feet. This webbing is a little more complicated to make than his usual formula, given a lack of certain supplies, but from what he’s managed to scavenge, it’s not performing half-bad. Sticking a little (the irony is not lost on Peter, don’t worry) on the first hit, but he’ll brainstorm solutions for the next batch. He’s...not entirely sure why he’s even bothering, if he’s being honest, aside from the fact that it gives him something to do with his time. He certainly doesn’t need the webs - there’s no danger here, and if he wants to building hop, he can just parkour - but there’s a little voice at the back of his head that encourages him to be paranoid. Either way, at least it gives him something to talk about.
Peter sticks a line of webbing to the edge of Harry’s roof and leans down, hanging upside down, to knock on the window. Harry’s easy to be around, Peter’s found, so an invitation to do just that is plenty welcome. Peter doesn’t make friends easily - blame it on the crippling awkwardness - and maybe Peter’s taking advantage of friendship he didn’t earn, that some other Peter worked for, but it’s just...easy. Harry’s never known this him, hasn’t been here as long as the others to see him come and go, and he doesn’t seem keen to press Peter on the difficult things. All admirable qualities, honestly.
Peter knocks on the window, hair hanging down and probably looking ridiculous, shit-eating grin firmly in place. As soon as it opens, he says, “Heard you needed a steady pair of hands on some sensitive tech.”