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emma.
Emma’s guard just barely falls down when Harry reveals himself to her. She hadn’t even been able to look at her phone with all the madness going on, text messages the last thing on her mind. She takes a moment to exhale in a somewhat relieved sigh before crossing her arms over her chest, a part of her glad there wasn’t an actual intruder on the grounds. “It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting sleep anytime soon,” she starts before offering the male a nod. “It’s fine. I didn’t get a chance to look at my phone. Is everything alright?”
Harry wasn’t surprised to hear that she didn’t plan to sleep. Not that he slept well himself, but if he did, this would be something that kept him awake if their positions were flipped. “Everything’s fine, yeah. I was going to see if you wanted an extra hand with all of... this.” He wasn’t entirely sure what to refer to it as, besides the disappearances like everyone had been using to reference the chaos. “You’ve helped me out, so I figured I could repay you.” Maybe she didn’t need it, but he did feel like some sort of payment for not letting him entirely fail Oscorp’s takeover.
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he was fearless. and crazier than her. he was her himbo. and god help anyone who dared to disrespect her himbo
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felicia.
why felicia’s gotten into the habit of asking harry if she can come over after a black cat run, she doesn’t really know or understand herself. she’s trying to rationalize it by telling herself that his penthouse is closer than her little apartment in brooklyn and not because she finds harry osborn a comforting, soothing presence. no, it wasn’t that at all- it was more convenience than anything else. at least, that’s what she’s trying to repeat to herself as she’s swinging from building to building until she’s landing on the rooftop of his penthouse. felicia catches a glance of herself in one of the skylight windows above his living room, a frustrated sigh as she knows she’s a little beat up. what excuse could she possibly use this time? the blonde’s quick to twist the small ring on her glove and let the suit slip off her completely before pulling on a tye-dyed QUEENS shirt and a pair of leggings. her ponytail’s just messy enough to make it look like she was working out or something and that’s simply the route she’s gonna take if he asks. she’s quietly making her way down the fire escape and towards the front entrance, knocking twice before slowly making her way inside. she can hear the familiar voice from his office, a small smirk on her lips as she toes out of her shoes and sets her bag near the large couch. “uh, i guess you could say that. don’t stop working on my account though, you’re a busy man, harold.”
Hearing his full name causes him to grimace, his nose scrunching slightly as he did. “Not too busy for you, Hardy, you know that.” It takes a moment longer than usual for him to save the open document and close his laptop, then he’s in the doorway of his office with his arms crossed over his chest. Stealing glances at her from a distance were much easier when she visited later at night, he assumes it’s because whatever business she had during the day had her spent by this time. Either way, it didn’t really matter to him if she did see him admiring her from afar; this wouldn’t be the first or last occurrence. Despite not being able to sleep when he desperately wanted to, Harry usually did slip into something relaxing when he knew he was in for the night. Tonight’s choice was his classic tee and joggers look, so her own made it appear that they were on the same page again. He’s meeting her half way, placing a quick kiss to the top of her head with his arms wrapping around her. “I feel obligated to be the big spoon since you said please more than once,” he teases, hands dropping so he could pick her up in one swift movement. There was little effort given, aside from crouching due to their height difference. Letting out a quiet laugh, Harry’s walking into his bedroom with her over his shoulder, then carefully tossing her onto the sheets. “So, seriously. How was your day?” he asks, sliding under the covers while trying to make himself comfortable. Seeing her a little beat up wasn’t unusual anymore, but it still didn’t mean he liked it. “Who knew owning a jewelry shop was so dangerous?” There’s a small smirk on his lips, kissing her cheek as he settled into place.
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as if the disappearance weren’t enough to cause emma to lose sleep, sensing a disturbance along the perimeter was enough to get her out of her study and onto the front steps of the x-mansion. “there’s no point in hiding.” she calls out, frustration lacing her tone. the telepath prepares herself to call on scott or jean in case whoever has been plucking these individuals from their homes were stupid enough to show themselves. she’d need someone levelheaded there, because her next course of action was to paint the stairs of xavier’s with someone’s brains. “you can reveal yourself, or grant me the pleasure of dragging you out here myself.”
The disappearances had all of the mutants understandably on edge. Harry knew that and tried to send a text message before showing at their mansion, only realizing a better idea would have been meeting elsewhere once he’s approaching. He doesn’t even realize he’s taken to the shadows until Emma’s demanding he reveal himself, which has him stepping into clear view. “Well, it is a long walk,” he jokes, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “I’m sorry, I thought the text would have been enough warning.” This was the first real mentor Harry’s ever had outside of his father, but he had witnessed plenty of professional relationships to learn how to carry himself. “Is now a good time? I couldn’t really sleep.”
gwen.
“did you just… give up the house?” from what little she knew, it seemed like the harry in this universe had gone through hell and back. and she didn’t have the heart to tell him literally anything because gwen wasn’t sure what would send him into a spiral or not. “i’ll consider coming with you if you promise to order us the biggest, greasiest pepperoni pizza to shove in our mouths while we exchange some hot gossip over.”
“In a nutshell, yes. Bernard lives there, but it’s financially from my pocket.” Harry’s shrugging, like what he’s explaining is entirely normal behavior that anyone else in his situation would do the same. “I mean, sausage on pizza is superior, but I’ll downgrade to pepperoni in exchange for hot gossip,” he teases, nudging her while wiggling his eyebrows. What hot gossip could there possibly be? He isn’t sure, but he wasn’t prepared to turn down pizza and the opportunity to catch up.
peter.
as much as peter wanted to go off about norman osborn, he decided to try and have some respect for the dead. besides - green goblin or not, that was still harry’s dad. “really?” peter shot his friend a perplexed look. “we’re not going to talk about the guy flying around with glowing green eyes that attacked me on the rooftop - what - an hour and half ago?” he tried his best to force out a laugh, hoping it would make him seem a little more at ease. in reality, peter was freaking out. what implications did this all have? how did the serum work? would he be okay? "how are you feeling? we should probably have doctor connors check you out.” from what peter could remember, the effects of the serum were rough - enhanced abilities or not. “you’re not going to lose your shit and dump me in the ocean, are you?” he smiled a bit. “i just want to make sure you’re okay.” in a way, peter felt responsible for osborn. with everyone gone, they were they only family the either one of them had left.
Harry’s mouth opened to explain himself, but nothing came out. There wasn’t an explanation for how he planned to control himself with the serum flowing through him, because he didn’t even know the resolution yet. He laughed, setting the mask aside to inspect his knuckles. “That guy thought he had someone to avenge.” You still do, don’t be fooled. Harry shrugged, acting like this was such a casual conversation to be having; like he hadn’t just consumed the same serum that had driven his father to the point he ended at. Like he wasn’t hearing voices, too. Just hearing the word doctor had him tensing up, nearly jumping from his place on the couch. “No doctors.” The disease he had worked so hard to conceal from everyone throughout the years would be discovered that way, he wasn’t prepared to deal with reactions from that along with various other things Norman buried that could be swarming the press at any moment. “Nah, you’re safe from me, Pete. I’ve got a company to run, so I can’t really take any beach days,” he teased. “I’ll be fine. Plenty of people to keep me in line. You, Felicia, Gwen, MJ... I would say Eddie but he’s a bit volatile. I can’t say it isn’t fun, though. Everyone needs some of that, I guess.” Harry firmly believed he had a good group around him, although some might have him teetering a bit more than Parker would have liked. “And, like... I’m pretty sure if you and Felicia came to the consensus that I was out of line, she’s more than happy to hand me my ass. That and I’m kind of wrapped around her fucking finger, so whatever.” Not that she was his girlfriend, per say, but she wasn’t just his friend either and that was clear from the way he spoke about her. “Who would’ve guessed the kids of the high schools family rivalry would be calling a truce and walking down the streets of NYC hand in hand?”

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Leaning against the railing of the balcony, Harry glances down at his phone. Another late night that he’s randomly getting a text from Felicia with plans to visit if he’s awake and, of course, he is. Since coming home, it feels like he’s slept less and less unless she’s with him. Contrary to what others might have started thinking, their late night rendezvous were far from booty calls. What were they doing? He’s not entirely sure, but he’s not prepared to question it, either. Slipping his phone into his pocket, Harry’s turning to walk back inside when he catches a flash of a platinum blonde on a nearby rooftop, causing him to pause so that he can look back. Maybe he’s just seeing things, the serum he had taken still had some lasting effects and if voices could appear in his head, seeing things wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibilities. Shaking his head, he’s making his way back into his home office to finish the file he had been working on. That’s enough to occupy him until he hears the click from the private entrance. “I’ll be there in a sec. Rough day?”
peter.
peter made a quick pit-stop, swinging by the silver spoon cafe. he deserved a little caffeine before chasing the new gobby around new york city - besides, harry would be back sooner or later. parker could feel a shared over-whelming sense of defeat as it weighed down on the hero’s shoulders. he reflected for a moment. peter parker already lost uncle ben, aunt may, gwen, eddie - and now harry. who else was spidey going to lose? stepping out of the cafe, peter took a deep breath in the night air. dropping spidey’s mask over his face before abandoning his clothes for the spider-suit, parker made his way back to osborn’s apartment building. scaling the glass siding of the skyscraper, he climbed onto harry’s penthouse balcony. luckily for peter, the back door was unlocked. spidey crawled onto the ceiling of the penthouse, waiting for harry to come back home. the lights flicked on as harry came into view before the other male toppled onto the couch. it was eerie how harry knew he wasn’t alone. “did something back home change your mind?” parker wondered if anyone back at the estate decided to finally give harry an ounce of truth. spidey crouched upside down, hanging from a web above the couch. pulling at the mask, peter tossed it next to harry on the couch. “you’re nothing like your father, harry - serum or not. i don’t know how we’re going to fix this and get through it, but we can do it. together. i’m not giving up on you as long as you’re not giving up on me.” parker cracked a subtle smile, happy to see a more familiar side of harry. “if i could have stopped him, i would have. i never thought any of this would happen.”
“Something changing my mind?” Harry tried to laugh it off, joke his way out of it, because he was so stubborn. That behavior was ingrained at this point, along with plenty of Norman’s that he was gradually trying to rid himself of. If he could see him now, he knew he would be ripping into him about how weak he looked, and maybe he was right. It’s not a side he liked showing very often, but it was more familiar for Peter than what he had witnessed on the rooftop. Sitting up on the couch, he took the mask in his hands and played with the material. “Yeah, well, I’m starting to realize Norman kind of sucked. Like, for everyone, not just me.” He was sure after being hunted down plenty of times while masked and witnessing their interactions, Peter could understand. Truthfully, Harry was emotionally spent. “No one has to worry about the Green Goblin anymore.”
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