Not quite a reunion [Active/Closed]

[idkmybffspidey]

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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[quippage]

There was something... familiar about the voice that had called out. Naggingly so. Peter couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had to go investigate it anyway.

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?!"

[idkmybffspidey]

As soon as a voice reached his ears Harry stopped and turned to see the source of it. Initially the expression on his face had been one of relief - relief to have finally found someone - but it quickly turned into one of disbelief. There was definitely something distinctly different but there was no mistake...

"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.

[quippage]

"Harry! It's really you!"

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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"Yeah, it's me," he replied warily. The way Peter acted only served to confuse Harry more and...well, the entire situation did. Was he really genuinely happy to see Harry? Or was he up to something? Harry couldn't tell. If it were the Peter he knew he would have expected another 'we need to talk' but this...this was different.

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."