Peter knew he was cursed. There was bad luck and then there was getting stranded in an alternate universe where no one knew he existed with his ex-best friend who had tried to murder him on more than one occasion.
Guess which one he had?
Still better to stick with someone from your own dimension he guessed. And well, he wanted an excuse to talk to Harry- to talk things out if he could. And WOW. That was a new thought. Making amends with Harry Osborn.
Up until he had caught that other MJ, he’d only allow himself to think about CAPTURING his universes Goblin. Making him pay for Gwen. He’d mourned his best friend, it’d been easier to pretend he’d already died, even after he’d made that cure.
But it hadn’t helped. It had only made him more miserable. So, if they were stuck together maybe it was a sign to try a new tactic. Make nice. Make up. Be.....friends again.
“So, they uh, don’t have Oscorp here,” God. That was a bad conversation starter. He was so bad at this. He turned to Harry and attempted a smile. “Starktech looks pretty cool I guess?”
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