#nospiderling

He lets Jubilee steer him into their apartment, the security letting them in without a hitch and as the door swings shut, Harry finally looks up, his eyes seeking out Peter, hoping he listened to Harry’s request. And true to his word - god, he always was, as if Harry could’ve doubted him - Peter’s there. And at the sight of him it feels like someone’s wrapped their hand around Harry’s heart and squeezes tight, his chest hurts again and he can’t breathe, but he can hear Pete’s voice in his head from earlier.

He doesn’t blame you. He knows it wasn’t you. He knows it wasn’t you.

Harry doesn’t know if he wants to say he’s sorry or thank you for not hating me - neither of them seem to fit right, not here, not right now. Instead he stumbles over to him and pulls him into a too-tight hug because it’s the only thing in the world he can think of that feels right.

WW: spidey

WW: spiderbooooyy

The other boy had left his bag on the bench, zipper open. Perfect.

A foolish move but beneficial for 514A and as natural as any other wandering through the park, the clone walked by the bag and dipped his hand into it. The best way to steal was to act as though you were meant to be doing what you were: confidence and certainty a must.

But instead of grabbing a wallet- empty, the boy must have taken it with him, perhaps to buy food...- 514A’s fingers brushed something smoother, hard and metallic. In such a quick sweep, pencils, a scarf, some books, that one odd texture had 514A pause. His nails tapped on it as he turned completely to look down into the bag, brow furrowed as 514A tried to work out what he was looking at.

One step. Two step, and he was around the bench to sit beside the bag, with fascination completely over taking his mission.

514A took it out, lips parted in curiosity, and blinked at the rubber cable that tumbled out with it- a cable that split into two, with buds on each end.

“What is this?” He asked a loud, his thumb pushing on a button on the side. The screen lit up and with it 514A’s memory. This was either a phone or an iPod. Many people used them but 514A had never given them much consideration before, the rectangles fading into the background and far out of 514A’s notice.

Dark eyes shot up when his target returned, freezing 514A where he was.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

HO: I’m... so glad you don’t hate me.HO: God Pete I’m sorry that is the last thing you need to hear right now.HO: Listen to me. You’re my family, okay? You always were, ever since I can remember.HO: I’m here. I promise you I’m here. Whatever it takes whatever you need just... let me in, promise me you’ll do that much.HO: I can’t lose you, too, Pete.

Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

HO [UNSENT]: Why don’t you hate meHO [UNSENT]: I hate me why don’t you I don’t understandHO [UNSENT]: You should want to kill meHO [UNSENT]: Pete she was so scared... she was so scared..HO [UNSENT]: It should’ve been me not her..

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

It’s a little surreal, showing Peter around the new Oscorp building, considering everything else that’s been going on. The city is in chaos, the mayor is dead, everything’s upside down but... for a little while, Harry feels pretty damn normal, wandering through his building, showing his labs and his projects and his teams to his best friend.

“And this - This is my office.” Harry gestures around the room as they finally reach his office - it’s spacious, a glass-surface desk that couples as a screen and a hologram display when he needs it, a couch in the corner, another table for meetings, fancily placed decorative items here and there. The one thing he’d put up himself was the oil painting Jubilee made for him - it sits on the wall opposite his desk, so he can see it clear as day when he’s working. The whole office is bright as hell, sun streaming in through the ceiling to floor windows that encase the entire building.

WW: babybabybaby

WW: angelfish

WW: pumpkin spice latte

WW: love of my life

WW: toxic came on shuffle it was a sign to text you

@nospiderling

I’m lucky enough to have a few best friends, but Peter... Peter’s family. Peter’s practically a brother to me. We grew up together, we looked out for each other until I got sent away, and when I got back it felt so much like nothing changed. We laughed, we made fools of ourselves, we got each other through some really tough times and honestly, I’d be a much worse person if i hadn’t had Peter around to set my straight. My father was such a twisted man and he put me through so much pain, but.. Peter was the one who taught me I didn’t have to be that way, and I’m not even sure he knows he did that for me, but there you go.