"...and seeing a stranger."

                                                     wandering was something Mary Jane had perfected when wanting to the leave confines of her room, needing to escape the thoughts slithering about her skull. in her adventures, offers were often made, company found, parties or nightclubs explored – all for her to return comfortably numb.  just as another pursuit was to begin, the intoxicating scent of pizza halted her footsteps, observing a young man peeking over a number of slender white boxes. smile parting rouge lips, she reaches for the doorknob, twisting it to push the door open & allow him cross the threshold.     ❛    anything for you, handsome.   ❜    a beat.     ❛     having a party ?    ❜

{ ღ }    “there are still plenty of employees going in and out every few weeks. i’ve seen the lab interns pick up and run out the door crying. between no one in the place having a backbone and norman being nearly impossible to deal with… sometimes i’m amazed anything gets done.” it’s true. she keeps her head down and sticks to her work. she speaks up when she needs to and she pays enough attention to stand out when she has to. it’s the only way to survive at oscorp, the only way to move up. she’s not going to miss out on this.

   lips pull into a grin and felicia couldn’t help but let slip a bit of a laugh. maybe she had a little more in common with the younger osborn than she expected. “finally a penis with a voice of reason. my mom’s convinced there’s something wrong with me since i’m not out dating every weekend. apparently it’s disappointing that i haven’t brought home any ‘nice young men’ for her to judge.” a raised eyebrow and one hand moves to her hip. “you do realize i’m top of the senior class… right?” 

    “ you do realize i do part time work in the labs with the interns right? we run a multi million company. interns messing things up isn’t needed. there are things in that need to protected and created with care. those interns panic when they’re in touch situations. it’s not my dad being tough to deal with “ if anyone knew about norman osborn being a stubborn difficult bastard, then he was the best person to talk about it. he climbed quietly into the car, bag tossed into the backseat and the small projector pod that his father had gifted him was in his hand.

{ ღ }    Felicia had her own demons, demons that never quite settled but she did her best to push them to the back of her mind. There were nights she woke up screaming from nightmares. Nights that she didn’t even bother trying to sleep. She understood to an extent. Maybe not quite to Harry’s extent… but she knew what it was like to struggle against something, to fight against something that was always creeping up at the back of your mind. And she respected Harry all the more for fighting his. Lips pulled into a bright smile at the sound of his laughter and she sipped at her coffee, eyebrows raising as she gave him a slight shrug. “Maybe I am. Is it working? Cause if it is, I’ll just keep going.” She’s only sort of teasing. But she’s starting to feel like it’s allowed. She’s found herself happier when she lets herself go around him, happy to just let him see a side of herself she doesn’t show anyone else.

   Her hand rests on his leg and her eyes move to the scar on his skin as she shakes her head. There’s a long pause as she tries to figure out the words to get her point across before she pulls her eyes back to Harry’s. “You were a kid. You were a kid who didn’t know any better. A kid with a dad who had issues of his own. You didn’t deserve to be hurt, Harry. You didn’t.” 

    “Lack of sleep is making me say yes. I need to get this done, though.”  Slow fingers wrap around the container of medication that he often clung to when things got too hard. The subject of Norman, the voice in the back of his head nagging him. God, it sounded just like his beloved father. Hands are now shaking, and Harry can’t manage to get the few left in there out. A smack of his hands on the table, frustration finally evident that even gone, Norman Osborn could still make him tremble like that small child in the back of his bedroom. There’s something that stops him from Storming out of the room. He doesn’t want to leave Felicia hanging, but he needs those pills. Harry huffed. It was his own stupidity that was stopping him from doing anything. Resting his head back against his hands, Harry gave a few shaking breaths. He just needed to stop and not think about it. Norman wasn’t going to get to him.

       ❛ honestly ? it’s the multi - tasking that’s going to be the death of me here. and i can’t die, harry. not before my spanish test.  ❜ & also, hopefully not anytime soon, but ESPECIALLY not before the test. admittedly, she’d fallen asleep at her computer last night. now, a standard ( necessary ) human function had robbed her of precious study time as well as the time to conjure up a proper draft of her english paper. she knows the latter isn’t likely to be her best work &  although it’s not the finished product anyhow, it still makes her stomach churn. she sighs, handing over the index cards. ❛ alright, it’s all travel vocab —— quiz me ? ❜ party talk definitely isn’t over –  she’ll just save it for when she’s not stressing.