Second Strike, Who Is Out? (open to pete_parker and harry_osborne_)
College on Monday had been something to get through till Connor could go home and keep an eye on Harry. He also used the libraries to check on anything about possession or hypnosis he could find, which didn't help when being asked about Ethan Frome's motives.
The other thing he was checking, with more success, were old newspaper reports about the first appearance of the Green Goblin and his battles with Spider-man, and Spider-man's later battles against Doctor Octavius. Connor wasn't just looking for patterns and facts about the Goblin. He also looked for possible ways to take down Spider-man. If it came down to it, if Harry turned out to be the Green Goblin and not for supernatural reasons, Peter would do his duty and try to capture him. Of course he would. But Connor had promised Harry he would not allow anyone to lock Harry up, and he meant to keep that promise. Even if that meant to fight against a good guy who only meant to protect the population at large.
Connor didn't sleep at all on Monday night.
When he met Peter Parker on Tuesday morning in the psychology class they shared, he nodded briefly, and tried not to think about the irony. In any case, he thought desperately, it was important to keep in mind they didn't know anything yet. Maybe the blood test alone would exonerate Harry, and even if it didn't, hypnosis or possession were still viable options, because possession alone would not change Harry's body, and Norman had to know that. He hoped he'd be able to find a reliable psychic or shaman soon, but having a distrust of magic and a downright loathing for shamans able to do desoulings wasn't exactly helpful when it came to tracking them down via phone or internet.
After the class had ended, he decided that avoiding Peter would make no sense. They had to pool their resources for as long as they could work together, and so he headed over, reaching Peter just when a thin dishevelled man whose clothes looked like he had just tried Sumo wrestling, with smudges on his face as if from ash marks was showing up on the other end of the floor, heading towards them as well.
"Parker," he said, voice shaking, "Parker, J.J. wants the entire staff outside the office building right now. Freelancers included."
"Outside?" Peter repeated, a bit confused.
"The office just got bombed," the thin man said. "Parker, the Green Goblin showed up right when we were going over latest news. Said that if Mr. Jameson really wanted to know the truth about his good old buddy Spider-man, he could give him an exclusive, but that he was pissed off now for having been called Spider-man's tool, and we should think about rephrasing that. JJ said "rephrasing, my ass," and then - "
He swallowed.
"The entire place is blown up. I think we got at least four dead. The ambulance took Betty and Lance, I don't know whether they've made it, and..."
His shaky voice steadied.
"Now, Parker. The boss said he wants you there now."
The other thing he was checking, with more success, were old newspaper reports about the first appearance of the Green Goblin and his battles with Spider-man, and Spider-man's later battles against Doctor Octavius. Connor wasn't just looking for patterns and facts about the Goblin. He also looked for possible ways to take down Spider-man. If it came down to it, if Harry turned out to be the Green Goblin and not for supernatural reasons, Peter would do his duty and try to capture him. Of course he would. But Connor had promised Harry he would not allow anyone to lock Harry up, and he meant to keep that promise. Even if that meant to fight against a good guy who only meant to protect the population at large.
Connor didn't sleep at all on Monday night.
When he met Peter Parker on Tuesday morning in the psychology class they shared, he nodded briefly, and tried not to think about the irony. In any case, he thought desperately, it was important to keep in mind they didn't know anything yet. Maybe the blood test alone would exonerate Harry, and even if it didn't, hypnosis or possession were still viable options, because possession alone would not change Harry's body, and Norman had to know that. He hoped he'd be able to find a reliable psychic or shaman soon, but having a distrust of magic and a downright loathing for shamans able to do desoulings wasn't exactly helpful when it came to tracking them down via phone or internet.
After the class had ended, he decided that avoiding Peter would make no sense. They had to pool their resources for as long as they could work together, and so he headed over, reaching Peter just when a thin dishevelled man whose clothes looked like he had just tried Sumo wrestling, with smudges on his face as if from ash marks was showing up on the other end of the floor, heading towards them as well.
"Parker," he said, voice shaking, "Parker, J.J. wants the entire staff outside the office building right now. Freelancers included."
"Outside?" Peter repeated, a bit confused.
"The office just got bombed," the thin man said. "Parker, the Green Goblin showed up right when we were going over latest news. Said that if Mr. Jameson really wanted to know the truth about his good old buddy Spider-man, he could give him an exclusive, but that he was pissed off now for having been called Spider-man's tool, and we should think about rephrasing that. JJ said "rephrasing, my ass," and then - "
He swallowed.
"The entire place is blown up. I think we got at least four dead. The ambulance took Betty and Lance, I don't know whether they've made it, and..."
His shaky voice steadied.
"Now, Parker. The boss said he wants you there now."