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smooch !  //   accepting

tongue gliding against his lower lip, it rested there briefly as peter smiled up at him. very quickly, the expression was mimicked. “ see, this is why i have you around       i don’t think anyone in here is as well versed in new york cuisine as you. ” oh, as if.

bringing peter through a handful doors and hallways that were locked for security, a few of them had needed codes to be entered, they were eventually the part of the compound dominated by what was left of the avengers instead of stark industries. “       i’m sure we could find something. you want to look it up for me? ” already, tony was breaking away from him to sidestep the seating arrangement in the room to favor the kitchenette on the side. “ thirsty? ”

     There was an inkling feeling that was supposed to be sarcasm, but honestly speaking, Peter could never tell with Tony.   He felt as though asking would only bring about more confusion, &. so he merely gives a slight nod in response.   Like a non-verbal ❛  okay  ❜ slathered in his own brand of disingenuity.

    The reaction is far too common && Harry wishes it wasn’t. The dealings with Oscorp had little to do with Harry, despite holding a position that ultimately just signified that he was the heir to the throne. His farther && the board were the ones who made the controversial decisions that often upset competitors && some of the public && Harry had no control over that whatsoever. He can’t help but feel nauseous as he shakes the boy’s hand. This wasn’t how they’d all be, right? He hoped not at least. Once they learned about his relationship with Norman. Or lack there of. But again, what was he suppose to do about it? You can’t choose who you’re related to, after all.

    ━━━ ❝  Yup. Don’t worry, I get that a lot.  ❞   Harry forces a smile &&  he’s good at it. He’s been forcing them since he was a child.   ❝  Bad press, I guess. My father invented some life saving drug for some obscure disease, but he && the board priced it too high, so to take pressure off, he thinks that sending me here will make him look good. At least, that’s what the PR team told me.  ❞   He shouldn’t be telling Peter all of this. He shouldn’t be telling anyone this. That was the rule. But Harry had a tendency to break rules, especially if it made people recognize that Norman Osborn wasn’t as nice of a guy that everyone wanted to believe. Plus it’d distance himself from whatever went wrong next.      There’s an awkward silence && Harry’s just hoping this boy doesn’t blow him off.

     .  .  .   Well, that was strange.   He’d expected something less genuine.   No, that hadn’t been a character judgement, he’d just met a petty few who would willingly offer up information like that to anyone.   It doesn’t sit well with him for some reason, &. he doesn’t know whether he should feel honored that he was trusted with something so potentially incriminating  .  .  .   or encumbered.   Could he trust himself to keep secrets ?   Probably not.   But he didn’t want to spill all of this to anyone -   god forbid if he accidentally said a word of it to Tony.   While he had the utmost certainty that Tony Stark wouldn’t sell to tabloids  .  .  .   he wasn’t so sure on the topic of the Osborns.

                       ❛    you really don’t have anything nicer to say about yourself ?    ❜  

✧ ﾟ : ‘ ˖ .    @98percnt   cont.  from ★

     She carefully grabs the webshooter that he offers her, examining it first in her hands before placing it on her wrist like he’d been wearing it. Jess focuses on the far wall before shooting off a bit of web, letting out a slight gasp of excitement as it stuck to the wall. “ This thing is so cool! Could you make me some? ”

     He contains his urge to gripe about the webbing now stuck to his wall.   That wasn’t going away for a while, but it would fade eventually.   Although, he felt like watching Jess’ happy face was enough to make up for the possible damage to the paint.

          she  eyes  the  device  curiously  as  he  waves  it  around,  eyebrows  furrowing  slightly.  this  was  what  he  used  to  swing  from  buildings?  to  stop  the  bad  guys?

          ❛  — –  show  me  how  it  works.  ❜

     A slight smile graces his features, there weren’t words to describe how nice it felt that Michelle seemed even remotely interested in his gadgets.   It made him feel  .  .  .   cool ?   Yeah.   That seemed about right.   //   He holds out his hand, gaze flitting down to hers.