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DAMN YOU, ALEC.

context:  the first time peter and mj see each other again after the break up  //  @webquip

Frowning under her mask, Gwen stepped forward to sit next to Peter. It hurt, seeing how close they had been to saving someone and yet so far. The person in the body bag had a life, family. Friends. People who would miss them, people who would mourn them. 

        Projections , holograms and drones filled the cavernous ceiling , creating an artificial sky of  shining gadgets and twinkling electronics . Harry had made his best effort not to stare , look unaffected , keep his gaze fixed forward   ----    but even then innovative inventions filled every other square-space , crook and cranny . His fingers twitched , deep in the pockets of his neatly pressed pants , resisting the need to adjust his tie .

        Suddenly , his straight A’s seemed like child’s play . And that had been far from easy . Stark’s tech looked effortless , like the man had breathed it all into existence .

        For the upteenth time , Harry shifted his gaze to find something that wouldn’t send him spiralling into an existential crisis    (    which , in the middle of college , were already flourishing    )    ----     and finally his prayers were heard . Thoughtlessly , boyish joy shattered his previously professional expression , smile warmer than it had any right to be at a business venture . Then , he noticed who Pete was standing next to    ----    and his stomach jolted . 

        Otto Octavius . Of course he knew him . He had been the foundation of his father’s success , no matter how overshadowed his one appearance in their home was by Norman’s single-handed accomplishments . What had happened in between had always been brushed aside . Professional differences . When he was younger , Harry had taken it as the other man just being lazy . He knew the high expectations his dad held , and how easy it was to fail to reach them .

        Then Harry himself had gotten into the field , and though they had never crossed paths , he’d kept an ear out for word of him . Fishing for secrets he wasn’t meant to know . Except what he’d found was the opposite of sinister . Octavius , if anything , was doing the sort of work Harry hoped to be doing . The kind that helped , rather than controlled . The kind he hadn’t been able to do    ...    or allowed to .

        Drawing a quiet breath , feeling as if he was on the precipice of committing a small-time crime    ----     he detached from his station at his dad’s side , whose attention was elsewhere , and carefully made his way across the floor . Touching him above the elbow , Harry's smile slipped easily back into place once his best friend turned around .

        ‘    Hey , Pete . Come to beg Stark for an internship after all ? I’m almost positive he doesn’t have a go-get-me-some-coffee ! drone , so you might actually stand a chance .    ’     Eyes sparkling , amusement gave way to wonder as he looked at the machinery the pair had been studying .    ‘     This stuff is crazy , isn’t it ?    ...    I’ve got some things I’m working on , but now ? I think I’ve got some tweaking to do . Like , years worth of tweaking .    ’     Years    ...    Inside his pocket , his thumb pressed against his knuckle . Then , acting as if he’d only just noticed the older man , perplexion and embarassment flitted over his features in a perfect perfomance .   ‘    Oh , jeez , I’m sorry    ----    you’re already here with someone , aren’t you ?    ----    I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure .    ’

              ♚   ❝      parker,  i merely wished to   TALK   ----   offer condolences and  .  .  perhaps just have a chat about the   old   job offer that’s still on the table to advance yourself some.  that’s all,  m’boy.  nothing disastrous  . .       ❞

god i just imagined some villain going on a longass monologue and pete getting frustrated and saying  something like "SHUT UP I can't even hear you and im annoyed"

PETER "B"ITCH PARKER ( me ) Today at 11:27 AM