Gwen Stacy (chocolate_house) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-14 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gwen stacy (ghost spider), harry osborn (green goblin) |
Who: Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy
When: Circa Sept 26
Where: Stark Tower
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when Posted
Harry had decided that it would be a good gesture to personally thank Tony for the champagne. It had been unnecessarily expensive, of course, which was sort of their style, and it hadn’t lasted long at all between Harry and his friends in Chicago. But there were other things he wanted to discuss with Tony, so this seemed easier.
After informing one of the women at the main desk who he was, and who he was here to see, he told her that he didn’t need to wait around the lobby. Taking his guest badge, Harry swept off in search of Stark himself, figuring he’d get a good look at Stark Tower while he was at it.
Gwen couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between the guy with the shiny guest badge and the receptionist in the lobby. She handed off the file she’d been delivering to the main desk, then put a little hop and skip in her step to catch up with him.
“...you’re looking for Tony Stark?” She asked, breaking into a charming smile. Gwen caught up with him at the elevator that only went up to the top floors. “...I can take you to his office.”
Harry raised his eyebrows as he was joined, and leaned against the railing behind him. “More or less looking. Maybe doing some industrial espionage,” he added, with a hint of an amused smirk. “Gotta see if this place is worth all the hype, you know?”
“Oh, well, let me let you in on all of our trade secrets, then.” Gwen said, smiling warmly. That was how she rolled, really. Friendly to a fault, this one. She leaned back against the railing, but gave him his space. “I think you’ll find it’s definitely worth it. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
“Oh, shoot, I forgot to bring my assistant with me to take notes. I might need to take a rain check on that.” Harry shrugged, then nodded. “Yeah, Stark doesn’t skimp, does he? Not his style.”
“Next time.” Gwen nodded and smiled. “Nah, he doesn’t. Did you see the Shawarma truck outside? I’m trying to figure out how to sell it. Somehow, Tony thought it would be a good idea to own a food truck.” A little chuckle. “Now we’re all sick of Shawarma.”
“Yeah, I’ve never liked the stuff. But Stark’s got style.” Harry looked amused. “You mean there aren’t a lot of buyers out there for food trucks? I thought that was like, the craze. I’m sure if you slap Tony Stark’s name on the ad, people will be coming by the dozens to get it.”
“Yes, well, Tony doesn’t exactly know that it’s being sold. Yet.” Gwen said, shifting a bit and smirking softly. “We’re just all sick to death of Shawarma. And I have a feeling if I present Tony with an offer to buy it, he’ll move on to a different … truck. At least, that’s the hope.”
“He’ll just hook on to the next fad. Food trucks are dying down. Frozen yogurt is a big thing, lately. And tacos. But that’ll only last for a couple of months, too. I think you’ll be fine.” Harry returned the smirk.
Gwen gave a gentle snort. “I’d feel bad for my hips if he goes with FroYo.” She said, shaking her head. “...He’ll have to put in a gym, or something. Though, I wouldn’t put that past him. Actually, maybe I should drop it in the suggestion box.”
“He doesn’t already have one?” Harry actually looked a bit surprised. “I thought a lot of buildings these days had them. Especially Stark. Hell, we’ve got one at OsCorp in New York. And we’re working on setting one up here. Californians are really into their fitness.”
“I don’t think so,” Gwen said. “I mean, if he does I’ve never used it.” Wait, was there a gym on premises? “...maybe that says more about me than it does about Stark. I’ve never even thought about working out at the end of a work day.”
“Huh.” Harry shrugged a bit. He wasn’t much of a work-out guy himself, either. When the elevator dinged, he stepped out, looking down the hall both ways. “So - Which way from here?”
Gwen stepped out behind him. She motioned left. “All the way straight down the way there, and then to the left.” She waved her hand as if guiding him invisibly. “I’ll just be down in my office. Good luck with Mr. Stark.” She gave him another quick wave, and turned to head in the other direction.
“Straight down the way, to the left. I think you just gave me directions to Neverland.” But Harry snorted and gave the girl a wave in turn, walking down the way she told him.