#osborninc

twenty - eight year old harold t. osborn,  formerly sharma;  sole heir to the oscorp empire and absolutely NOT the man she thought she’d meet  ---  or ever have to meet. 

at its surface,  his life read : TYPICAL. and unfortunately,  jessica has witnessed firsthand what tragedy can make of a TYPICAL man. yet her philosophy remains unshaken,  that one bad night,  one horrible decision,  does not have to define anyone. so,  what could this strange woman possibly say to the young harry osborn at his  (  lowest  )  crossroads ?  “  i’m gon’na make a sandwich. want in on the action ?  ”

BREAKING : Spider-Man is presumed to be dead following a major confrontation with the Green Goblin.

“ ——-    AND WHAT ABOUT IT? ”    Look this superhero thing is not always so glamorous. Sometimes it’s spraying what you got where you can to stop from killing every bird in your vicinity because there’s a date you can’t miss. 

Peter dares not take a whiff of himself, though judging from the reaction it’s more of a critique on preference than it is basic decency.    “    It was on sale.    ”

soft humming from temperamental heater proves their lullaby that evening. she knows her new apartment is a DUMP  (  and her roomie’s mugshot can be found plastered beside the definition of sketchy  )  but it’s her place now,  something mary jane is responsible for beyond the very same clothes on her shoulders. harry,  bless his large 100% cotton valentino print heart,  donated his afternoon to help her settle in and found himself rewarded handsomely. if one could call being bundled up tight by their friend a reward these days.

as though on cue mj pulled his back against her,  resting a cheek on his as they lay watching illegally streaming movies on stolen wifi.  (  do not judge a lady for having neighbors without better password protection ! it’s called working the system,  )  “  what kind of question is that,  ”  countless ridiculous scenarios begin to dance around her head. stranded island ala LOST likely the ONLY scenario to rip them apart successfully  ---  “  harry  ---  we’re gonna love each other until death by mutual dumbassery finally cuts us out of this rat race life.  ” 

MOST DAYS IT’S EVEN HARD FOR PETER    to understand the mass amounts of data sets he’s expected to analyze.    (    Though he is assured, time and again, they were collected in the utmost ethical manner.    )    But a night spent searching for a trace of the sighted Goblin made for someone a bit more irritable, certainly at his lack of reasoning why he would be developing a prototype for new armor to option out to the military at all. 

That’s how it always starts, isn’t it?

It’d be worth it to call in a favor with Babs    (    did she ever even owe him a favor?    )    If it weren’t for the pounded headache thoughts of betrayal of trust would lead. So instead he’s left with a scrolling ticker of a twitter feed that offered no leads, several half-finished text messages to MJ, several stream-of-consciousness text messages to Johnny ticking away the last scraps of what felt like a grip on the day. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t hear Harry at first    (    or maybe he’s just getting good at getting the drop on him    ).    “    ——-    Hey, pal.   ”  

June 24 2019 – NEW YORK CITY