#hobsborn

He let out a yelp, webbing slipped and he fell, crashing into the ground. A long groan rumbled through his chest and he quickly rolled over, spotting someone his mask’s eyes widened. “Oh no, how much of that did you see? I swear I’m not that clumsy - well not all the time.” Maybe being in this apocalyptic tundra was making the webbing formula a lot more water based and less sticky. He needed to try harder.

she remembered something about him, vaguely, through the files she’d read on peter parker back when tony had first brought the kid on board. not much was given except that he was a rich kid from a very rich father who owned a company in new york. though what she did know about harry was that he was brilliant in his own right.

she assumed he’d be among the first to figure out where they were, or at least a better understanding. approaching him, she watched for a moment before speaking up and alerting him to her presence. “gonna keep staring at your reflection all day? well, all... ever? i stopped calling it day and night when i realized the sky never changes.”