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Apr. 9th, 2016 06:02 amgoblinjrStrange how one of the busiest cities in the world could suddenly feel so barren.
It seemed as if - in one fell swoop - that the world had decided to cave in on itself. Or... it felt that way for Harry, at least. There seemed to be a collective hush of grief over the loss of Gwen Stacy. They had been friends through Peter but were never that close. Not the way she and Peter were. Harry had always promised to get to know her better, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth that he never took the chance when he had it.
And as if fate hadn't been cruel enough, it would twist the metaphorical knife further by revealing her murderer to be Norman Osborn. Super-powered and acutely insane with an armory of lethal weapons at his beck and call, it went without question that he be sent straight to Ravencroft Institution. The newspapers were in a frenzy over that one, leaving Oscorp floundering to try and discern how to manage the situation. It also meant a lot of people were breathing down Harry's neck, because under normal circumstances, much of the business would have fallen to him in his father's absence. They expected decisions and statements from him that he never anticipated having to make and he was suffocating under the pressure.
It was so overwhelming. Too much, too fast.
On the flip side, Harry could only imagine what Peter was going through. It couldn't have been any easier for him, grappling with the aftermath of something so awful. Aunt May was probably doing her best for him, bless that woman, but Harry needed to see him for himself. On some selfish level, Harry found himself desperate for a sense of stability, for a friendly face. Peter was all he had left. But more than anything, Harry wanted to lend a shoulder to the guy who had always been a pal when he needed him. If he could offer any semblance of comfort in return - even if that just meant distracting him with terrible movie marathons or museum tours, then he'd give his best.
And so there Harry was outside Peter's door, ducking under an umbrella from the less than friendly weather.
It seemed as if - in one fell swoop - that the world had decided to cave in on itself. Or... it felt that way for Harry, at least. There seemed to be a collective hush of grief over the loss of Gwen Stacy. They had been friends through Peter but were never that close. Not the way she and Peter were. Harry had always promised to get to know her better, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth that he never took the chance when he had it.
And as if fate hadn't been cruel enough, it would twist the metaphorical knife further by revealing her murderer to be Norman Osborn. Super-powered and acutely insane with an armory of lethal weapons at his beck and call, it went without question that he be sent straight to Ravencroft Institution. The newspapers were in a frenzy over that one, leaving Oscorp floundering to try and discern how to manage the situation. It also meant a lot of people were breathing down Harry's neck, because under normal circumstances, much of the business would have fallen to him in his father's absence. They expected decisions and statements from him that he never anticipated having to make and he was suffocating under the pressure.
It was so overwhelming. Too much, too fast.
On the flip side, Harry could only imagine what Peter was going through. It couldn't have been any easier for him, grappling with the aftermath of something so awful. Aunt May was probably doing her best for him, bless that woman, but Harry needed to see him for himself. On some selfish level, Harry found himself desperate for a sense of stability, for a friendly face. Peter was all he had left. But more than anything, Harry wanted to lend a shoulder to the guy who had always been a pal when he needed him. If he could offer any semblance of comfort in return - even if that just meant distracting him with terrible movie marathons or museum tours, then he'd give his best.
And so there Harry was outside Peter's door, ducking under an umbrella from the less than friendly weather.
