@osbornsunââ | peter parker + harry osborn
He wasnât entirely alone here. Gwen was here. Johnny was here--the whole team was here. They werenât his team, or his family, but they felt something awfully near to it. He had no other family, not here. Peter wouldnât let himself think about what had happened to Aunt May, or where she was, if not here. And she wasnât here. Harry wasnât either. There was a Harry, sure, but heâd made it loud and clear that he wasnât from Peterâs universe; he wouldnât let him forget it. It wasnât his Harry, they didnât know each other, but best friends in one universe had to count for something, right?
So Peter sat in the Doombucks by ESU, drumming his fingers against the sticky plastic tabletop, waiting to grab a coffee with a guy he was pretty sure was an evil parallel universe version of his best friend. May would tell him to have a little faith, but May was a better person than he was. And she wasnât here. But then the door opened and shut and Harry was there, and Peterâs stomach dropped at the sight of him. The almost but not quite, the familiar but strange. So Peter smiled and waved him over, hoping that it was normal for alternate-universe Peter to be early to things, and not a sign of a possible existential collapse. âHey,â he said. âSaved us a table.â
