"Seriously? Are you always this much of an asshole?" Out of reflex, Harry took a wary step backwards, increasingly aware of how close Spider-Man was to him.
"No! Not some random guy--" Shit. It was obvious he had zero experience in dicey situations. He'd nearly crashed them into a billboard after he couldn't even correct the glider. What kind of hired muscle would do that?
This was going downhill fast. So much for lying. He couldn't come up with a coherent cover that would get him out of this. Nothing he could conjure up was going to cut it. Spider-Man didn't seem like he was going to have a lot of patience for excuses, and anything that came out of Harry's mouth would just sound pathetic. But... as frustrated as Harry was with the guy right now, he seemed like he might be sympathetic to his plight. He closed his eyes behind his mask for a minute and sucked in a breath. Good-bye, secret identity. It's not like he had a lot of options available to him. Hopefully this wouldn't end badly. "...Fine. You got me. He didn't give me anything."
Hitting the switch on his suit, the mask retracted and revealed his face. "'Cause I'm Harry Osborn, and I built everything myself." He tried to keep the fear out of his face, but to little avail. "Look, I know this looks bad, but please believe me. This guy-- he almost killed me a few weeks ago and I-- I just want to be able to fight back. I only meant to protect myself and the people I care about, but-- but then I started getting involved with the city's problems because it felt... y'know, nice to make a real difference for once, and it was good for training, and--" His breath hitched, his fear catching up to him. "I'm not my father! Please don't turn me in..."
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"No! Not some random guy--" Shit. It was obvious he had zero experience in dicey situations. He'd nearly crashed them into a billboard after he couldn't even correct the glider. What kind of hired muscle would do that?
This was going downhill fast. So much for lying. He couldn't come up with a coherent cover that would get him out of this. Nothing he could conjure up was going to cut it. Spider-Man didn't seem like he was going to have a lot of patience for excuses, and anything that came out of Harry's mouth would just sound pathetic. But... as frustrated as Harry was with the guy right now, he seemed like he might be sympathetic to his plight. He closed his eyes behind his mask for a minute and sucked in a breath. Good-bye, secret identity. It's not like he had a lot of options available to him. Hopefully this wouldn't end badly. "...Fine. You got me. He didn't give me anything."
Hitting the switch on his suit, the mask retracted and revealed his face. "'Cause I'm Harry Osborn, and I built everything myself." He tried to keep the fear out of his face, but to little avail. "Look, I know this looks bad, but please believe me. This guy-- he almost killed me a few weeks ago and I-- I just want to be able to fight back. I only meant to protect myself and the people I care about, but-- but then I started getting involved with the city's problems because it felt... y'know, nice to make a real difference for once, and it was good for training, and--" His breath hitched, his fear catching up to him. "I'm not my father! Please don't turn me in..."