InsaneJournal

Who: Tony Stark, Harry Osborn
What: Narrative to get Harry moving
Where: Stark Tower
When: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: Snark.

Harry had already gotten in touch with that Andrew fellow, and now that he looked back on it, he might have been a bit shorter with him than what was fair. But it didn't matter now, the hoverboard was in the process of being made, and now he needed something else. Armor. Tech. And Harry heard that there was a damn good tech guy around this place.

The movies that he had watched shook him to his core. Everything about them was wrong, everything other than him and his father. Peter's face was wrong, Harry didn't even know who this MJ chick was, and why did it say that he didn't meet weird!Peter until college? It was wrong, it was all wrong.

Except for his face. His face was spot on, it was as if he auditioned for himself to play his own role, and did a fantastic job, thanks to that fucker Franco. After countless nights of forcing thought, staying up and staring out a dark window to contemplate what it all meant, he finally had it. They got Harry right because that was Harry. Despite everything he tried to believe, it was all possible. He was capable of being a monster and he knew it, his father? He was already a monster in his own way, seeing him slip slowly into the insanity of terrorism was easy for Harry to picture. His reputation was at stake now, this stupid fucking place was all he had and he would be damned if he sat around while everyone else made themselves useful. Harry wasn't one to do research while others made a difference. Or perhaps he was, but not anymore.

He walked into Stark Tower, and stared into the retina scanner before the elevator door opened. Stark had requested that people show up to be installed into the system, and he did. Tony also requested that people respect the privacy of the Avengers, but as soon as Harry stepped into the elevator his eyes scanned the buttons. Luckily, there were names above them now, obviously newly changed, perhaps in the case of emergency and someone needing one of the heros. He promptly pressed the button for 'Tony Stark' and waited patiently as the elevator brought him up.

When the doors opened, there was a short hall that led to a door, and Harry assumed that each floor was almost like its own apartment. He stepped up and knocked, and when no one answered, he knocked again, louder.

"Mr. Stark? I really need to speak to you."

Harry listened carefully, and there was some shuffling before the door finally swung open. The man who stood before him seemed shorter than he expected, and although he tried to avoid it, Osborn's eyes immediately moved to the glow that shined through the fabric of the other man's shirt. He quickly moved his attention back to Tony's face. "Mr. Stark, I'm sorry for inturr-"

"No, No, shh." Tony had interrupted Harry mid-sentence, squinting at him as if he was staring directly into the sun. Harry shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what the man was exactly doing before he continued. "Sorry." Tony suddenly stood straight, his face returning to normal. "I thought that maybe you were one of my teammates, since I told no one to come up here. Maybe with a haircut. Or a nose job. But your hair is too long to be Spangles and too short to be Maybelline's. You also don't have the chest to be Widow or the stupid expression to be Clint, so that means that you're just a stranger who took it upon himself to tour my tower. Excellent."

Harry frowned, but he spoke calmly, obviously in no rush to explain himself despite the obvious distaste of him being there. "Actually, Mr. Stark, i've come here to ask you for a favor."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Anyone dying?"

Harry hesitated at the question. "...No, but-" He was suddenly cut off when Stark tried to shut his door, and Harry quickly threw his hand out to slam it flat on the surface, his foot taking its place between the door and the frame to avoid Tony from avoiding him. A look of annoyance flashed in his eyes suddenly, his expression darkening. He didn't like being ignored. "BUT-" He continued again, sharper this time, and his tone calmed only when Tony stopped trying to shut the door on him. "I need help and you're the only one here who knows what he's doing when it comes to body armor."

Tony had looked equally frustrated when Harry kept his door open, but his attention suddenly perked when body armor was mentioned. He looked at Harry curiously, and he mentally cursed himself for doing so. Because now he looked interested, and the kid would never leave him alone. "Body armor. Talking to me about body armor is like talking to an air force pilot about paper planes, I might be a little too advanced for you, tiger."

It was no use. Harry saw the interest in Stark's eyes, and he stood straight again, releasing the man's door. His foot stayed against the doorframe; he wasn't stupid. "Be that as it may, you're the most qualified for helping me with what I need." He wasted no time in reaching into his coat, pulling out a series of papers and unfolding them before passing them to Tony. "I need someone to make it. My options are you and Andrew, and although he's good with tech, I'd rather have this part go to you. It only made sense." He said it as Tony looked over the pictures, and after a moment he finally answered.

"You designed this?" He sounded impressed, but only mildly. It didn't take a rocket scientist to design proper body armor, but what this kid was asking for was heavy stuff. Serious materials, smart placement, and after a moment Tony finally turned his attention back to Harry. He eyed the teenager for a few passing moments, and in any other situation he would have probably said no. But they needed as many useful hands as they could get here, and turning away someone who was willing to become as helpful as he could be would have been stupid. Still, he was pissed that this kid didn't try to message him on the network or something, and just showed up at his door.

"I have more important things to work on." Tony finally replied.

"Listen, if you can't do it I'll just take it to Andrew or make it myself." Was Harry's retaliation.

Tony's expression hardened. "Insulting me isn't going to work, we're not in middle school." And yet he was looking at the designs again, seconds ticking by. "...Fine. I'll make it."

Harry's face stretched into a grin, but before he could thank Stark, the older man continued. "IF you get the hell off of my floor."

Osborn promptly turned and walked to the elevator, scanning his eye and pressing the button before stepping in and facing Tony. "I'll be back on Friday to see how its going."

Tony was still studying the blueprints when he responded with, "Sunday."

Harry smiled. "Saturday it is." And the elevator doors closed.