At the sound of another voice resonating in the dark alley, Harry, whose previous experience with the police was non-existent, froze in place. Shit. If Indio Downey could go down for possession while his father was very much alive, well, and capable of bailing him out, Harry Osborn certainly could. He wasn't even sure who he'd call with this one. The only phone number he had memorized was Peter's, but Peter Parker would be worse than useless when what Harry really needed was bail money. The only other people he even knew in New York were board members. He could see it now. "Donald Menken? Hi, this is Harry Osborn, the new boss you obviously weren't crazy about. I just got arrested for trying to buy a dime bag if cocaine from a dealer outside of a gay club. Could you come pick me up?"
Maybe Tony Stark would be a better person to call.
It took him a moment longer to locate the source of the voice and breathe a sigh of... almost relief. Not the police. Just the fun police. Harry's eyes darted down the alley looking for a way out, but he didn't have a chance to make a run for it before he found himself webbed to the wall. Shit. Well, at least it was dark. Maybe Spider-Man wouldn't recognize him. Maybe he'd just take one look at Harry and send him on his way with a D.A.R.E. shirt and a stern finger wag. Maybe--
Shit.
What followed next happened so quickly that Harry didn't really have a chance to process before he was being jerked up the side of a building by his shoulders. The sudden, drastic change in equilibrium didn’t sit well with a sick, slightly drunk kid who’d never done well on roller coasters and whose usual thrill-seeking behaviors were limited to club drugs and casual sex. Reaching for the balcony behind him, Harry steadied himself and attempted to swallow the nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"What are you, my new mom?" He asked, defiance somewhat undercut by the sway in his posture. Fucking Spider-man. “It's not like I'm an addict, or anything! I only use at parties, and even then, it's mostly like-- I don't have to explain myself to someone in a friggin-- spandex zentai suit!"