Characters: Harry Osborn and Peter Parker.
Content: Harry arrives in an alternate universe Manhattan and runs into an 'old friend', you know as you do.
Location: The streets of Manhattan, somewhere near Broadway.
Time of day: Evening.
Warnings: Maybe potential violence? Harry being Harry and all that.
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Villains on the rise and the city's victimized. )
He ran over to where the voice had some from and saw a man. He must have been new, because most people knew not to wander around alleyways alone. Yes, Peter had been alone himself, but he was capable of avoiding the crabs as long as he was on the rooftops of the city, most people didn't have that advantage.
"Sir," He started, "It's not really a good ide--""
Then he got a good look at the man's face.
Peter froze in his tracks. It couldn't be.
"H-Harry?!"
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"Peter?"
There were a lot of questions racing through his head but there was only one coherent thought that he decided to pay attention to. Maybe it wasn't quite like he had expected but he could still do what he had set out to do that very evening. Like for a few years now, vengeance was the only thing on his mind.
Slowly he reached over his shoulder...only to find that his ionic sword had gone. Just great. No glider, no sword. Harry could only assume someone had stolen his equipment while he was out. It really was the icing on the cake, only not. And to think the evening had started out so good.
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Well, okay, this Harry was quite a few years older than his Harry was supposed to be. But he could still be his Harry right? Just taken from a later point in his world's timeline, that kind of thing happens, right?
Unfourtunatly for Peter, he didn't know that Harry wanted vengeance, and he didn't know that he might be putting himself in danger just by sticking around.
"Did you just get here?"
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So, for now, he decided to play along if only to get more information and time to plot. He could easily attack now but without his equipment there didn't seem to be much of a point to it. Barehanded wasn't his forte though it all depended on whether he could keep his temper in check.
He lowered his arm and smiled, though the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I did."
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His voice was lighthearted, genuinly so, despite the seriousness that Peter was going to take the conversation.
Peter felt the most relaxed he had been since he was dragged here, Harry was his friend, after all. Yeah things had went badly the last time Peter saw Harry, what with the whole Goblin fiasco, but that was probably years ago for him.
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Harry was actually the complete opposite of Peter. He was tense, terribly so, and ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Peter on the other hand seemed completely oblivious if the lighthearted tone was anything to go by. In the past that tone might have calmed Harry down but right now it was only grating on his nerves. But perhaps it was for the better...
This way he could possibly catch him off-guard.
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"That's not the only... uh..." Peter paused, to collect his thoughts, he was a lot better at doing this over the network. "We're stuck here, there's no way out right now... But we're gonna find one."
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"More details, Parker. What exactly happened?" Because just 'monsters' and 'stuck here' explained nothing on how one moment everything had been fine and the next he had woken up in a thrashed city.
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"That's the problem, Harry, no one really knows what happened" He said, "I mean, a giant monster attacked Manhatten, then people from different universes started getting dragged here and..."
And what? Peter didn't know what was going on here anymore than the rest of them. He suspected it was some huge experment, or something, but that was still mostly speculation.
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That only left one conclusion: a bad dream. A very unusual one at that. It was a rarity when his father wasn't haunting his dreams. "I didn't even drink," he muttered to himself. He had made sure to stay sober that day so that nothing would go wrong when he put on his gear and went out to get his revenge at night.
...So much for that apparently. Falling asleep or passing out hadn't been part of the plan.
"You think I'll wake if I pinch myself?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he turned his attention back to Peter.
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"Good luck with that." Peter replied. A somewhat deadpan tone to his voice.
Harry wasn't the first person to think he was dreaming this, and he wouldn't be the last. Heck, Peter still wished it was a dream, that would the only way most of what happened here could even make sense. But it wasn't a dream, unforunatly. It was very much real.
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He heaved a deep sigh in a futile attempt to relief some of the tension in his body. It didn't help much nor did Peter standing right there an arm's length away. Lashing out would be so easy but no, he had to be patient. For now.
"Alright. Monsters." He said in a defeated tone as he forced himself to look at Peter without scowling. "What kind of monsters are we talking about here?"
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"Hey, you okay--?" Peter started as he put a hand on his friends shoulder, but he was intruppeted by Harry's next question.
He removed his hand from Harry's shoulder and put it to his chin as he paused in thought yet again. He was really being put on the spot here.
"Well, the-- the big ones, bigger that most buildings, they're actually not seen that often. It's the little ones you really have to worry about. Don't let them bite you, I mean it. Do not let them bite you. And if you do get bit, tell someone. ASAP."
Peter was gravely serious about this matter. He never wanted what he saw happen to that man to happen ever again.
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He made himself relax more once the hand left his shoulder and simply listened to what Peter had to say. What with how grave Peter was about this, Harry couldn't help but be curious. He hardly ever saw his former friend this serious.
"What happens if you get bitten?"
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"You don't seem fine to me," Peter said, clearly concerned, "Did something... happen?"
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The concern did nothing for Harry, it only irritated him more. Why was Peter being so ignorant? Whatever the cause, he didn't care much. He only needed to be patient a little longer. So instead of giving in to the 'You killed my father, that's what' on the tip of his tongue, he danced around the issue.
"You could say that."
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