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Harry Osborn | The Amazing Spider-Man 2

[elevating]

R O O F T O P

[ Back home in New York, he's a familiar face. Almost a regular in the tabloid pages, and lately, after the death of his father, he's been making headlines. After all, how many 20 year olds have been put in charge of multibillion dollar corporations with little to no experience? Harry's the only son of the legendary Norman Osborn and heir to Oscorp Industries. Here in Wonderland however, Harry's a nobody. Just some guy stuck in a strange little world. It should make him feel relieved to not have to be in the spotlight, to not have to live up to anyone's expectations anymore -- to finally be able to crawl out of his father's shadow. Except being here hasn't changed anything for him.

There's that feeling of dread weighing down on him as each day passes. There's still that heaviness in his chest. The pain, the anger, the sadness, that loneliness -- none of it ever goes away. Worst of all: he's still dying. Slowly, but surely the disease is eating away at him. He's reminded every day that there's no running away from it. He is his father's son. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Harry's standing at the very edge of the roof, staring at the sunset, feeling the cool wind on his face. He closes his eyes and thinks back to a time when things had been carefree and easy. He's about eight and he's running around in Peter's backyard, playing catch. It's been hours, but he's still full of boundless energy, laughing, screaming. He lets out a bit of a chuckle at the memory. Of course the best memories he has are from over a decade before, back when he was still an innocent kid.

The years after that sucked. It changed him. It changed everything.

Uncapping a bottle of scotch, he takes another swig of the liquor, feeling the burn. He should do the responsible thing and step away from the edge if he's going to get himself drunk again, but what's the worst that can happen? ]


N E T W O R K - A

Tell me something good. [ It's about time Harry focused on something other than his own misery. Maybe he'll even make a friend or two. ]


N E T W O R K - B

If you had just one day left to live, what would you do? Who would you spend it with?


N E T W O R K - C

What do you hate most about Wonderland?


W I L D C A R D

((random scenarios are a win. go for it.))

rooftop - *sobs*

[saved]

( peter gets the sense there's a lot he's missing from a future he hasn't lived yet. he has been in wonderland for a year. somehow in his own world, there's another version of him who finds harry coming back into his life after the years they've been apart. harry was his friend a very long time ago when they were both still kids, back when they were both each other's only friend for different reasons (peter's loner-ness even as a child, harry being as rich as he was. it made them both outliers), and something's very wrong, which is why peter's hovering.

kinda. a lot.

it's why his heart jumps up in his throat at harry standing at the very edge of the roof like that. he's trying to think of how to even speak out loud without startling his friend. he waits until he gets close enough to catch him if he falls. )

...Hey, Harry.

[elevating]

Peter. [ Harry barely even moves a muscle at the sudden intrusion. It's as if he's been expecting him. Or hoping for him to show up. For someone to give a damn. It's been a long time since anyone cared. Really cared.

He takes another drink before turning on his heels to face his old pal. The movement's a little careless, more than a little risky considering where he's standing, but he's past caring about his own safety. He's facing something far worse than a quick death after all. This disease is worming its way under his skin -- inch by tiny inch, and he lies awake every night haunted by the image of his father lying in his deathbed. He knows what's coming for him and it's torture. ]

Just the man I needed to see. [ Needed. Because he needs Peter now more than ever. It used to be that he could still carelessly want for things. Now it's all need, need, need. If he sounds desperate it's because he is. He's literally hanging off the edge. His life is slipping out of control.

The serious look on Peter's face makes him smile a little... with affection, with amusement, with barely concealed relief. ]

What's wrong, buddy?

[saved]

( peter reaches out with those reflexes, gripping hold of harry's arm before he can topple right off the other side of the roof. his grip tightens on harry, and peter just shakes his head slightly with a slow smile pulling across his face even though there's no hiding the worry in his expression. the dark brown of his eyes somehow darken with it as he keeps a constant eye on harry, looking to remove the bottle from his hand if he can. )

Oh, y'know. You're just standing on the edge of the roof looking like you're gonna take a dive, and I don't see a parachute on ya.

( he gives harry a tug back on to the roof where he can have his feet on solid ground again. peter takes a step back, swallows, but keeps a hold of his friend. his gaze darts over the side of the roof and then back to harry. )

What'd you need me for? Cause if you wanted me to go too, I gotta tell you... I'm gonna need a bungee chord at least.

[elevating]

[ Harry lets out a slight chuckle at the thought of him ending his life so dramatically. As if he deserves it. No. He deserves to be punished. Maybe if he had been adamant about returning to New York, if he hadn't allowed his father to push him away, things would be different. Maybe if he'd been a better son. Maybe if he'd been better at his studies. Maybe if he hadn't spent the past summer after school traveling around Europe. He'd let Norman down and now it's too late. He'd been too wrapped up in his own hurt, in his own pain, in his own selfishness, that he'd failed to be there... to do something. Anything.

And now here he is. Caught up in the same troubles. His father had left him with his life's work and he can't even figure out how the damn device works. Harry's laughing even more now. He can't help it. ]

This. [ He digs into his jacket pocket and pulls the tiny cube out, holding it up, attempting to control the shaking of his hand, but it's useless. It's worse now than it was yesterday. He presses the device to Peter's jacket. ] He left me with this. [ Is it going to be as pointless to him as it had been for Norman now that he's stuck here in Wonderland? No way of accessing that research. No way of curing this disease. ]

It's all I have, Pete. It's all I have. [ He turns his gaze to the ground and takes a shaky breath to calm himself before he takes a step back so he can drown himself in more alcohol because that's always helped. It's the new Osborn way. Whatever can't be dealt with, just drink it all away. ]

[saved]

( peter stills abruptly as harry pushes the device against him, and he lifts his hand up to clutch hold of it there. his fingertips press into it. it's been- the last time he remembers someone looking at him this desperately, grasping for help, needing him when they were on their last rope: it was dr. connors in the sewers, fighting against being turned into the lizard, wanting it and fearing it and hating it and needing it.

and peter put it in his hands when his father wanted it buried. he shoved it over to him to try to understand what was happening to him, what peter made happen. he orchestrated it all.

his eyes burn as he stares down at the device in his hand, and he swallows, wondering if he'll be able to work it out, figure it out. there are scientists here. there are smart people. he can give up a memory to get something that can read this.

harry's words ringing through his head, through the area. it feels like a very long time ago that they were children without a care in the world, and now harry's shaking, desperate, afraid. he grips hold of his arm, and he is silent for too long, for far too long. the words escape him quiet in a near whisper but the sheer desperation and need for it to be true-

peter will make it true. )

We'll find a way.

[elevating]

[ The worst thing he thought he ever had to deal with was never being good enough in his father's eyes. He didn't think he'd had to deal with this. Harry looks back at Peter, wishing more than anything that they'll be able to find a way. A part of him is thinking that he shouldn't burden his old friend with what he feels is his problem and his problem alone, but he feels buried under it. Sometimes it gets hard to even breathe. ]

I don't know if we can. [ It's not like they have any of Oscorp's research here. Certainly none of their technology and nothing from the labs. All he has is some information locked up in a device which is likely going to be useless. ] Norman Osborn was a genius and he couldn't do it. Couldn't figure it out. Couldn't save himself. [ He clenches his hand into a fist, digging his fingernails into his palm, trying to stop the shaking. ]

... Retroviral Hypodysplasia. [ He lets out a grin, attempting to put on a brave face -- though it's easy to see that he's frightened. ] Dude. You ever even heard of that before? [ Because he hasn't. He's not even sure what kind of medication he's supposed to be on right now. If there's even anything he can do to stop its progress. Good ol' dad hadn't left him with a list of what to expect and he's not sure if that's a blessing or if he's just screwed. All he knows is that the pain comes and goes. ] It's incurable. That's what we know. [ He looks at the device in Peter's hand. ] His life's work. All of it. And that's all we know for sure. [ He smiles, and for a moment, it's almost like he's okay with the fact that he's going to die, but then the smile disappears only to be replaced with a look of pure anguish. ]

I don't want to end up like my father, Peter. I can't... [ Harry doesn't expect Peter to come up with a solution to his problem. He realizes that he only needs to vent his frustrations. He's just had too much to drink. That's all this is. ]

[saved]

( He shakes his head. He's never heard of it before. Peter's interest never went into major diseases anyway. He mostly chased after his father's goals to try to track him down, and then he- he was more into engineering side of it all. He likes to build, always has. )

Hey, hey, hey, listen to me, listen... we can.

We can. ( Peter reaches out to grab hold of him, and his grip on Harry tightens to a point that might actually be painful, but the overwhelming swell of responsibility nearly crashes into him. Oscorp. He could have done more digging. Is that why they needed the research with the lizard so badly that they were willing to do whatever it took to get it? The man ended up dead, but he's certain Oscorp got a hold of it. They got a hold of what his father was trying to keep secret, and he still doesn't know why except for what happened to Dr. Connors when he had that completed formula and tested it on himself. )

We're not back there anymore. We're in a place with magic, with scientists who know more than the ones at home.

Anything's possible here.

[elevating]

[ Peter's optimism is a little infectious. Or maybe he's just desperate enough to believe in anything. Even in magic. Hell, he's still not sure how this whole place operates. It's ridiculous. Like New York and all that giant lizard stuff. ]

Anything's possible... [ He lets out a nod, thinking that Peter would know. He's been here for far longer. Who cares that even if they find a cure that he might get thrown back home and have to face dying all over again? He wants to just stop freaking out about this right now so he'll let Peter tell him what he needs to hear. ]

Yeah. I'll just... give you samples of my blood, and you can hand it out to your science buddies and it'll be a done deal, right? [ Peter's grip on him is kind of hurting him, but it's also numbing the other pain, so he allows it. ] I mean. I don't have anything to offer, but... maybe they'll just do me the favor, right? [ That doesn't seem at all realistic to him. ]

... Like they've got nothing better to do with their goddamn lives. [ He chuckles, finding it amusing. Well, there goes that shred of optimism he was trying to hold on to. ] Pete, I don't own a single fucking thing here. No one is going to help me.

network - B

[geekorthodox]

You can ask the closets here for New York pizza and though it's not as good as Lombardi's, it's pretty close. I'm a professional pizza eater so that's a really good thing in my book.

Your turn. :)

[elevating]

Are you for real a professional pizza eater? Because I've never met one. Maybe we should hang out. [ Back home, Harry used to get pizzas delivered to his penthouse. He likes the New York pizza because of its very thin-crust. It's less carbs. He'd usually order two slices. There's no point in ordering more than he can chew. He rarely has friends over. Correction: Harry doesn't have friends. ]

Is there anything you think shouldn't be on a slice of pizza? Anchovies are a big no no for me.

[geekorthodox]

In Wonderland, I totally am, so we should definitely hang out. Back home, I do nerdy science things.

[ For the FBI, specifically. Which admittedly isn't as glamorous as being a professional pizza eater, probably. ]

I'm with you. No to anchovies. Also, mushrooms? The texture is weird. I'm kind of just a fan of plain cheese if I'm being honest.

[elevating]

I like cheese. It's the best thing. I think I might have a love-hate relationship with pineapples. Sometimes just thinking about it makes me feel a little tingly on the inside. I don't like that. [ What can he say? He's a little eccentric. ]

So, what kind of nerdy science things do you do back home? [ This interests him of course. Who knows? He might eventually meet someone here who can help him stop dying. That would be something. ]

[geekorthodox]

I feel that way about bananas, which you definitely wouldn't put anywhere near pizza but. Yeah. Bananas are so strong. They're good, but they kind of take over every other flavor.

[ She has some eccentricities herself. ]

Mostly of the forensic science variety, working with lots of computers. Cracking codes, solving riddles, putting together totally vague clues and saving the world. Sometimes.

[ She may not have a medical science background, but she'd definitely try to do whatever she could to help someone. ]

[elevating]

Banana chocolate crepes are delicious. I remember having that once. [ It was a long time ago. He doesn't indulge in sweets these days. They're bad for him. There's not much known about this disease he has, but even as a child, his father rarely allowed him to have dessert after meals which he'd like to believe is for a good reason. Why else would you deprive an eight year old? Then again... his father severely disliked him. ]

You must miss the work. But I guess Wonderland is a giant mystery just waiting to be solved. [ Harry's not a fan of puzzles. Or secrets. He'd been kept in the dark his entire life, and now that he knows the truth, it's only serving to destroy him. ]

[geekorthodox]

Whoa, banana chocolate crepes? I could be sold on those.

[ Of course, if she knew anything about what he'd been through, or how his father had treated him, she'd probably have some protective instincts kicking into high gear. ]

I do. A lot. I feel lost without my lab, but uh - I'm trying to find ways to fill the void. It probably sounds super strange, but I thought at the very least we could all try to have a little...fun. Movie nights once a month or something. It's not much, but anything kind of close to normal could be good.

[elevating]

Banana chocolate crepes and New York pizza. Sounds like a party. [ He can't remember the last time he had an actual meal. Without some kind of a menu in the dining room, Harry often has a hard time figuring out what he'd like to eat. By the time he's made a decision, he's had a little too much to drink. And the kitchen is completely out of the question. He's not sure he even knows how to operate a microwave, let alone a stove. ]

What kind of movies do you like?

a.

[dramatic]

Do you want the silly thing or the srs bsns thing first?

[elevating]

I'll take whatever comes to your mind first. [ He appreciates that someone's willing to humor him with a response. He could use the distraction. ]

[dramatic]

I discovered the selfie, something that had not been a thing where I'm from. ( bc no iphones. )

[elevating]

[ That's amusing. ] Back home, people would upload their selfies online so random strangers can give it a "like" or a comment. [ Is he suggesting that she post some of her selfies? ] The whole point of it is that someone should appreciate all that effort you've put into making yourself look good. [ Oh, he might be. ]

[dramatic]

( true story: mj would be fascinated with instagram and snap chat. she'd have a lot of followers ok. she could say, in true mj fashion, that looking good never requires that much effort on her part, but she's curious now. ) I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

[elevating]

[ Ooh. Is that how they're playing this game? ] Not having my manservant hold the camera for me is making it difficult for me to look attractive. But for you. [ :D ]

[dramatic]

You poor baby.

( no manservant however shall he recover. )

Hmm. ( she pretends to study the snap photo in earnest. ) 9/10. The pout could use some work. ( and since they're being all quid pro quo here... boom. )

[elevating]

That's a very catchy tune and a very distracting head bop. I'm hooked. 10/10. [ He's nothing if not generous. ]

You look familiar. It's like we've met before. Maybe at the Central Park Zoo?