#082 - Assistant In Kind (The Amazing Spider-Man, Harry/Felicia, G)
Title: Assistant In Kind
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Harry/Felicia
Rating: G
Word count: 416
Warnings: Spoilers for The Amazing Spider-Man 2.
Challenge: #082 New Dress
Harry’s drunk again. There’s whiskey on his breath, his eyes too bright. He grins when he sees her, but it’s tired and sloppy, like the smile could slip off his face any moment.
Felicia feels for him.
These bureaucrats, these dirty businessmen, they turn her stomach. All the men who walk the highest halls of Oscorp, every last one of them is dirty and corrupt, and Felicia watches them in their expensive suits, with their aura of smug power, and she despises them.
But not Harry.
They’re all rich and spoiled, and Harry is the most rich and spoiled of all, but he’s different. He’s a pawn in their games and he knows it, and she sees how trapped he is. He’s sick and he’s in pain and he’s clawing at the walls around him as they close in, but he already knows he’s doomed.
Felicia wishes she could make things easier for him. It’s surprising, how much she cares, considering how short their time together has been.
He’s sprawled on the couch that no doubt costs more than her yearly salary, and he drinks from the bottle of water she presses into his hand without complaint. Felicia brushes hair from his damp forehead, and his smile gets softer, something more real there beneath the layers of booze.
“New dress?” he asks, and she smiles back. Nobody else notices her much around here, except when they want to get sleazy, when they want to show off for the other executives by flirting with the lowly office girl. But Harry, he sees her, and that means more to her than she might have thought, back when she was working for the wreck that was Norman Osborn.
Harry's hand is at her leg, but the touch is innocent. He’s just running his fingers over the fabric, not trying to feel her up, and he blinks at her sleepily. “It suits you,” he tells her, sincere and open.
“I’ll tell anyone who calls that you’re in a meeting,” she assures him, pushing him back against the cushions a little.
He nods, and she watches the tension leave him all at once, like a puppet with cut strings. Impulse has her leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his temple, and he hums softly, a pleased sound, his eyes already closed.
Felicia wonders how long he’ll hold on to that sweetness within him. She’s seen enough of this company and those who reign over the office to know it won’t last.
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Harry/Felicia
Rating: G
Word count: 416
Warnings: Spoilers for The Amazing Spider-Man 2.
Challenge: #082 New Dress
Harry’s drunk again. There’s whiskey on his breath, his eyes too bright. He grins when he sees her, but it’s tired and sloppy, like the smile could slip off his face any moment.
Felicia feels for him.
These bureaucrats, these dirty businessmen, they turn her stomach. All the men who walk the highest halls of Oscorp, every last one of them is dirty and corrupt, and Felicia watches them in their expensive suits, with their aura of smug power, and she despises them.
But not Harry.
They’re all rich and spoiled, and Harry is the most rich and spoiled of all, but he’s different. He’s a pawn in their games and he knows it, and she sees how trapped he is. He’s sick and he’s in pain and he’s clawing at the walls around him as they close in, but he already knows he’s doomed.
Felicia wishes she could make things easier for him. It’s surprising, how much she cares, considering how short their time together has been.
He’s sprawled on the couch that no doubt costs more than her yearly salary, and he drinks from the bottle of water she presses into his hand without complaint. Felicia brushes hair from his damp forehead, and his smile gets softer, something more real there beneath the layers of booze.
“New dress?” he asks, and she smiles back. Nobody else notices her much around here, except when they want to get sleazy, when they want to show off for the other executives by flirting with the lowly office girl. But Harry, he sees her, and that means more to her than she might have thought, back when she was working for the wreck that was Norman Osborn.
Harry's hand is at her leg, but the touch is innocent. He’s just running his fingers over the fabric, not trying to feel her up, and he blinks at her sleepily. “It suits you,” he tells her, sincere and open.
“I’ll tell anyone who calls that you’re in a meeting,” she assures him, pushing him back against the cushions a little.
He nods, and she watches the tension leave him all at once, like a puppet with cut strings. Impulse has her leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his temple, and he hums softly, a pleased sound, his eyes already closed.
Felicia wonders how long he’ll hold on to that sweetness within him. She’s seen enough of this company and those who reign over the office to know it won’t last.