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Gwen drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it go. She could feel annoyance creeping up on her. Harry was right. Being in a coma for that long would’ve led her body to grow weak from lack of movement and use. Yet why didn’t she feel any differently? In fact, Gwen felt perfectly fine except for the headache. The nausea had already passed, and she felt just as she did before their accident. Actually, come to think of it, she was feeling…better. How she felt better, she had no idea. That was a mystery in itself.

“Why don’t you worry about yourself and not me?” she countered. “Besides, once you’re out what does it matter?” Harry would be free. If he wanted to, he never even had to look back. Or if he felt the need to, maybe he could somehow get her out of there. Maybe he could find Peter and he could get her out. Gwen didn’t usually have such hopeless thoughts about others. Particularly not of someone she didn’t know very well. But with Harry’s statement, she couldn’t help but feel a bitterness well up in her chest. What had happened to them?

Gwen’s eyes swept over the room. It was sterile, white and practically empty save for hospital equipment and a few pieces of furniture. There was a sink in the corner with a medicine chest and other supplied resting on the counter space. There wasn’t much in their way of getting out of the room other than any personnel that came in, and whatever lay outside of the door. When her eyes settled on a decanter of water with a clean glass next to it she perked up. That would definitely relieve her sore throat.

“Could you get me that, Harry? Please?”

She pointed at the water she so desired so he’d know what she was talking about. At her pointing, the decanter and glass began to slide off the counter. The objects had gotten about halfway to her bed when, freaked, Gwen dropped her hand. Simultaneously, the glass dropped, crashing to the floor and shattering into pieces. She sat there frozen in her bed, her heart rate picking up from both the confusion and shock. And maybe just a little bit of fear.

Gwen hesitantly lifted her hands just beneath her chest to where she could look at them. They looked the same. Nothing was any different. Tearing her gaze away from them, she locked eyes with Harry. “—Was this an Oscorp accident?” she asked. From what had just happened, she’d bet it was.

hopelessgoblin

“Why don’t you worry about yourself and not me?” she countered. “Besides, once you’re out what does it matter?”

--; Both statements sent a flare through Harry. It was such a vast mix of emotions that he wasn't sure what to do with. Sure, he hadn't exactly been sitting by her bedside to keep her safe, more so because there was no one else to talk to except staff. Regardless, he had begun to felt a strange protectiveness over her and to hear her brush off his concern made him angry.

Second of all because, once he was out 'what did it matter?' was a question he would prefer not to ask himself. What did it matter? What did Harry Osborn have to return to? Without Oscorp, there was less than there had been before which wasn't much to begin with. Harry had no friends, no family, all he had was his money and in losing the corporation he lost that to. There was hardly even a point to getting out of here at all. The anger seemed to creep inside him like his disease, almost like he could feel it spreading through his veins and compromising his entire mental state.

--; When Gwen pointed his head swiveled just enough to find the decanter right before it moved. Jerking himself up, he stood and backed away as it began to move towards them seemingly of it's own accord. In his shock his anger melted away in place of...not fear...anxiety? Harry had tried to push from his mind that they could be doing anything to him in here, push away what the blackouts might mean because there wasn't anything he could do about them. Tried to deny that Oscorp was experimenting on it's own heir and a lowly intern.

It was harder to quell that fear, seeing this. "Fuck," he cursed. Startling as it fell and shattered.

After lingering on the vacated air, his brilliant blues turned to look at Gwen in time to make eye contact with her as she looked to him. Her question rocked through him, bringing every paranoid thought he had tried to ignore since he woke up in this place, "I-I think so," he muttered, not really sure what else to say.

Their moment together didn't last long though before a couple nurses barreled in, alerted by the change in Gwen's heart rate and the sound of glass breaking. First they looked at Gwen and then at Harry and before anyone had a chance to say anything, "I dropped it," he admitted, sounding more afraid. It was convincing though and he realized that immediately, they all knew him as some spoiled rich bastard. Harry Osborn would not feel bad about breaking a jug of water, "What are you all just going to stare? Clean it up," he added quickly, with a little more force.

"You're going to have to leave," one of the nurses insisted, approaching him carefully. His temper had earned him there precarious behaviour around him, waiting for him to start yelling or throwing things. Even hit a couple of them hard enough to knock them out his fits got so violent. Harry's heart was racing, as he felt another one coming on but he tried to stay calm.

"Why?" he demanded in a low growl.

#makemyownxchoices

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peter parker + avengers

#{ eeeep }

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Conning the World || Harry & Gwen

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When Harry joked about how desirable her lips were Gwen smirked. “Tell me something I don’t know.” One of these days she wondered if their playful banter would ever run out. She couldn’t imagine that happening. They had too much of a history together no matter what happened. Going through private school in Europe so far away from home allowed people to bond in ways not everyone could. Gwen wasn’t worried about something pulling them apart. After all, they’d been separated for a couple of years while he’d been off traveling the world. If that hadn’t severed their bond, she didn’t know what would. Honestly it felt like no time had even passed with the way they had fallen back into their old routine.

“What? Models tiring? You mean you don’t want to hear them crying about their strict diets, and answer if they look fat a million times a day?” Gwen offered him a look of feigned shock before she settled back more comfortably into her seat. She idly smoothed out the fabric of the pleat in her skirt, relaxing in the plush armchair. All she wanted now was to get one of these chairs in her cubicle. She’d been in the middle of plotting a way to sneak one out of his office when he spoke of her.

Gwen stared at him, unsure of what to say at first. “They love me?” she questioned, as if she hadn’t heard him right and needed to get it confirmed again. Now that was throwing her for a loop. Didn’t tabloids usually create malicious rumors and make nasty comments about love interests? What made her so special?

As if he had read her mind he brought up how he didn’t get it. Gwen released a scoff to match his own. “I know! I’m just another blonde trying to make it in the world of science.” To add a bit of flair to her scathing remark, she snobbishly flipped her hair over her right shoulder and straightened up pompously in her seat. However, she grew serious again as Harry continued speaking. “My personal life is kind of boring right now,” she mused. Things at home with her family were quiet. Friends were prepping to go to college or working. She didn’t get to see them as much as she used to. Things with Peter were complicated as usual, but they weren’t together. It seemed like this time it was permanent. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now, Harry. I’m not sacrificing anything.”

Gwen obsereved him for a few moments in silence, her head slightly cocked to the side in thought. “We’re old friends. I wouldn’t mind doing you the favor of being the doting girlfriend people want to see you with. Besides, it might be kind of fun. Making people believe what we want them to. Getting to craft a fake relationship into something as heartbreaking or horrifying as we want.” She raised an eyebrow. The more she thought it over, the more she began to actually want to do this. It could be fun, and if it helped him fix Oscorp’s reputation, why would she deny him it? Gwen wanted to see Harry succeed. He deserved it. “I'm not a very demanding girlfriend. I just like diamond bracelets. New ones. Every other Thursday.” There it was again. That humor reserved just for him.

hopelessgoblin

--; There was a small pit in his stomach for asking at all. Gwen was his friend, and though it felt like they had never even been separated, they were only getting acquainted again. Although he wasn't, he didn't want it to feel that he was leveraging her kindness for his own good. Which to be honest he sort of was doing, besides, he hated asking people for things. He either did it himself or just expected someone to do it for him. Gwen had been the only person upon his return that he knew - and if this little publicity stunt fucked that up...well he wouldn't be too please.

As she began to come around to the idea, he realized that she obviously didn't see anything malicious about it either. It just happened to be a bi-product of their hanging out. It didn't have to last long - at least that was what he told himself. If he caught even a whiff of anyone even considering to say anything bad about Gwen Stacey, he would personally see to them. If she would do this for him, he would need to protect her. Felicia probably could hook him up with some contacts at the bigger publishers that could keep an eye on intention.

When she agreed he sighed in relief. "Gwen, thank-you,"

A demand and his face was splitting into a grin, "You know that actually wouldn't be a problem," he chided. Money, he was sitting on loads of it. If she wanted...compensation...it was fine by him. It was sort of like a job position anyways, though he wasn't sure if it was a promotion or demotion from intern.

--; Harry leaned back into the table, leaning on his elbow and wrapping a hand around his neck with a sigh. His voice dropped as if he was worried that someone would hear them talking about what he was about to divulge in it, "I'm not...wanted here. They're going to try and get rid of me...I can't give them...anything," the more the public liked him, the more the stakeholders and investors like him, the tighter his grip got on Oscorp. The more they would need to get on him to have grounds to dismiss him. Gwen was smart enough to put that together without his expanding on the topic, and his tone of voice implied that he didn't want to discuss further...just share.

Harry looked at her with his piercing blue eyes, as if to push the severity of his point, and how much it meant to him that she was going to do this.

"So then," tone lightening, "Dinner at eight?"

#makemyownxchoices #{ squealing - he is gonna be such a gentleman }

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❝ Ah, well — who else would it be? ❞

He knew Harry thought Spiderman killed him. That’s what e v e r y o n e thought.

hopelessgoblin

"Well - it is a genuine pleasure to see you again,"

He doesn't really care how you survived. But you're here now and... he could use you.

#xdxllon #{ thanks for the starter :3 and stuff }

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hopelessgoblin

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❝ Harry? ❞

Now this was a surprise. He hadn’t seen him in a long time.

hopelessgoblin

"Would you look at that... it's my fairy godmother,"

He could of swore that S p i d e r - M a n killed him,

#{ i dunno why i took so long with this }#{ hai i have been stalking you from a distance }#xdxllon

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Peter wipes the b l o o dfrom Harry’s paling lips tears welding in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks.

“I’m right here - I’ll always be right here, okay Harry?”

A single ambulance phone call is in a [ b l u r ] and as soon as it is done, Peter pulls Harry between his legs, holding him closer.

He puts intense pressure on the wound, knowing it would hurt, but would help.

He whispers;

I’m sorry …

hopelessgoblin

Your pressure has him grunting in pain. Blinding.

But - he doesn't have it in him to argue. Even now, he knows you're trying to help. He trusts you.

"There's no point," he manages weakly. "I'm just -- " going to die anyway are the words that don't make it to the surface. Cut off by more coughing and the pain is just....

S o m u c h p a i n.

Sirens are echoing somewhere in the distance. Coming closer and closer for him.

#araneaefel

ronandreams

Matthew Gray Gubler and Dane Dehaan

#{ SEND HELP }

shadxwhunting

"I like to believe that most human beings go about things with a point of view that they’re just doing what they feel like they need to do at that time. Sometimes people make bad decisions, but it’s not evil."

#oscorp king

all-aboardthedanetrain

#{ UNF }#oscorp king

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#{ cuties }#oscorp king

lawyerupasshole

#i tried to forget;#{ reblog 5ever }

hopelessgoblin

why’d you stay with me;

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Peter does what Peter does best and helps him into a comfortable position. His hands are gentle, even if a part of him knows they could be so cruel to the Osborn boy - especially now, in his weak state. Wrath still hurtles into his stomach, but natural instinct to do good, even for someone who had done something so bad, kicked in. Not to mention it would seem that he still has a ray of hope and love for Harry somewhere in his heart. Beneath where it has turned black from grief.

And yet, now that Peter thinks about it (as he has been every minute since the incident) that this is still partially Peter’s fault. If he had just told Harry the truth - if he had explained to him the reality about his father’s work; if he had found the time to help him find a separate cure…

”You did something, Harry. Something … ” Peter isn’t sure how to explain murder to someone who can’t remember his own genetic malfunction. He sits in the chair beside Harry and puts his elbows on his knees, hands under his chin. The dark circles on his face make his skin ghost like. “You tried … no you - you, well - “

Harry’s face makes it hard to continue.

hopelessgoblin

--; Part of him wants to snap at Peter for helping him, a small well of pride that he still seems to be able to tap into. The part that claims he is independent and doesn't need other people's help. Another part of him is grateful for the help, probably the part that has a far more peaceful and caring disposition towards this particular person in his life. Perhaps the only person in his life that actually cares. So he bites his tongue and takes the help to adjust himself, muscles burning.

Parker struggles to tell him something, answer his question. It's now that Harry sees the bags and the pale skin. Now that he realizes how very tired Peter looks. As if he hasn't slept in days - his clothes are all rumpled.

It's bad - whatever it is that Harry has done, this much is obvious.

Trying to contain a tempest of rage swirling within, "Have you...I mean," he's not sure why he's finding it so difficult to ask this question. The Osborn boy fidgets, eyes drifting away to try and protect himself from the look in Peter's eyes. Not sure what it is, not sure what to make of it but knowing that being under the other's gaze is making it hard to breath. "How long have you been waiting here?" how long have I been unconscious for?

#araneaefel #{ ugh bbs }

hopelessgoblin

Reunited || Harry & Gwen

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Gwen stiffened at Harry’s voice. You can’t help me. All she had been trying to do was offer him comfort and a shoulder to lean on if he so desired. The blonde wasn’t trying to drag any kind of confession out of him, or make him feel uncomfortable in the slightest. So when he so suddenly pulled out of her arms and spun around on her she was floored. They’d been having a nice day out together. She’d been enjoying his company. Where was all of this aggression coming from? Why? Because she cared?

She took a step back at the accusation that came flying out of his mouth. That she always had to fix something. Gwen could feel the sting of his words, and she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from saying something unsavory. Whatever was bothering Harry it had to be big. He’d never snapped at her like this before. She was trying to keep that in mind, but it was hard to with the way it felt like he had wounded her.

“I'm not trying to fix anything,” she informed him. “All I was trying to do was be a friend. To be supportive, and to let you know that if you needed anything, I was there for you. Did I even ask you what was wrong? No, because I know how much you favor privacy.” She had been there for him in high school. Why would it be any different now? Gwen had been hoping to still consider Harry her friend. Maybe she’d been wrong.

Before she could stop herself she found herself talking again. The longer she spoke, the harsher her tone became. Yet at the same time you could hear the hurt behind the remarks. “You know, you’re right. Maybe I am desperate to try to fix things. Because if I could, then my father would still be alive. He wouldn’t have died while trying to help save the city from Dr. Connors. Maybe I could’ve saved my mother from her constant heartbreak, and my brothers would still have their role model. Maybe my boyfriend wouldn’t have left me, because he was afraid I’d get hurt. If I c—” she cut off, realizing that mentioning Peter was dangerous ground.

Gwen took another step back from him, her arms coming up to cross over her chest after she adjusted her pea coat tighter against her body. Harry reacting to her in such a way had really gotten to her. She could feel her eyes starting to burn. A sure sign that tears could very well be on the way. Gwen looked away from him, nervously licking her lips. “I care about you, Harry. I didn’t mean any harm.” Why couldn’t he believe that?

hopelessgoblin

--; His words had the desired effect, Gwen tensed and backed away from him. For some reason this made Harry feel like he had somehow succeeded. As if his goal was to prove to her that he was not the same man that he used to be. That he no longer needed her, or anyone for that matter. Though she had inched closer to him throughout the day, he needed to push her back. Push her away. Harry was going to die. All of this - it was pointless unless he could somehow find a cure.

If her response was to make him feel guilty for lashing out at her, it failed. Regardless of the fact that she was right and he knew it. That she was just trying to be there for him like she had been in high school. Just there...never pushing, never prying. Just wanting him to know that he was not as alone as he always seemed to feel. It often took a great deal of silence to push him to the point of sharing, but it usually worked. Only ever with Gwen....

"Oh yeah, because you know me [ so ] well," Sarcasm. With just enough edge to wound.

--; The next spiel he hadn't expected...that was enough to dull the hot rage boiling his blood. Sharp blue eyes softened just slightly, maybe only enough for Gwen to notice. Tenderness was not something you found in Osborn blues easily. He hadn't realized that Gwen had recently lost his father. Though Harry couldn't possibly understand what it was like to lose a father that loved him...it wasn't like he hadn't felt any loss at all for his father's passing.

Part of him wanted to stay angry. At least she still had family, at least she still had a mother and sibling while Harry had been abandoned in this world without even a favourite uncle or some stupid shit like that. Nothing, he had nothing. There was nothing to be taken away...except for maybe her.

That's when it became obvious to him.

"I know," he conceded. Suspicions being kept at bay for a moment by the tears in his eyes. Tears that he caused. There would only ever be more and if Harry kept this up with her she could fill a river with tears that he would make her cry. There was still enough decency in him to realize that he didn't have to drag her down with him as he drowned. Besides, the word boyfriend had a lingering sting that he didn't expect to feel. Boyfriend, not exboyfriend.

"I'm --- " swallow your pride Osborn, "I'm sorry." "You should stay away from me,"

#makemyownxchoices #{ HNGH FEELS }

AU WHERE HARRY IS BIT BY THE SPIDER AND PETER IS SICK.

#{ pls. }#{ ooc }

hopelessgoblin

Reunited || Harry & Gwen

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Gwen had been waiting for Harry’s request to her next offer. So when instead he didn’t say anything and willingly took a seat on her swing her smile vanished. She wasn’t sure what she said to cause him to grow so somber, but a guilty feeling was nagging at the pit of her stomach. She had been aware that something was going on with him, but she hadn’t pried. She wasn’t one to do that. Instead, she preferred waiting for someone to come to her to talk when they were ready to. Yet everything with Harry seemed different. At this point she wanted to know, and it was getting hard to wait. Harry might never tell her if she didn’t try.

Giving him a few moments to rock around on the swing, she took a seat next to him in the empty one. “I'm guessing now wouldn't be the time to get you to ride on the carousel with me, would it?” Her voice was quiet, only a hint of a teasing tone to it. The rest of it was reserved for something much more serious sounding. Gwen began to rock herself in her swing in the same manner, going nice and slow. The two of them sat in silence for some time before she finally forced herself to speak up.

“—Harry, I know something is going on with you,” she stated. “I don’t know what it is. You might never even tell me. I wish you would, because I’d like to think we’re still friends and I do care about you. Whatever it is, I’d like to help if I can. Even if you don’t want to tell me, I’m here for you, okay? Whatever you need.” Gwen gave him a smile, unsure if he’d even look at her to see it. The Harry she knew didn’t typically cave in such a fashion. Not so easily, and not without some kind of reward as she’d agreed to ahead of time.

She shifted her gaze back out to the park in front of them. A couple of kids were running around nearby, chasing a soccer ball with their parents watching them from a bench. Otherwise they were practically alone still. Gwen shifted her swinging motion just slightly to where she bumped into him, an encouraging smile forming on her lips. She could make a thousand guesses and probably still be wrong about whatever was bothering him. Oscorp? Family matters? Not that he had any left. The stress of being back in New York? “I'd like to think I'm a decent advise giver.” Getting up from the swing, she walked around to where she stood behind him. Gwen wrapped her arms around his torso and leaned down over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek, trying to comfort him.

hopelessgoblin

--; It was practically impossible to muster any sort of smile now as he seemed to fall within himself. An endless black hole of his own existence. Even the carousel suggestions couldn't curl his lips in the slightest, the tone of her voice made it obvious what came next. It was obvious from his behaviour that he didn't have it all together. Of course Gwen could only go so long without trying to find out what was causing this behaviour.

Her sentiment caused him to fidget and look away, sucking in a breath. Even though her voice made her intention very clear, Harry's deep mistrust couldn't help but whisper suspicions in his ear. His own father had tossed him aside like he was nothing, what reason did Gwen have to keep her loyalty to him? What reason did she have to care about him? All these thoughts accumulated in the easiest way that he knew how to deal with all the deeper issues.

A n g e r.

--; This was bullshit, "You can't help," his voice was like a flat line. There was nothing underneath it save for the threat of a fit of rage. It was a voice that said he didn't care, that he didn't believe her, and that he wasn't going to tell her anything. Harry pushed himself out of her arms and turned on her.

"Why are you always so desperate to fix everything?" Why can't you fix me?

How could she possibly understand what he was going through? A mother, a father, siblings that loved her. Presumably healthy. Harry Osborn was in this alone and this whole...date...or whatever they were doing here was a farce. He had tried to apply a band-aid to a fatal would but it wouldn't stop the bleeding. Having friends wouldn't make him less sick so what was the goddamn point of them?

#makemyownxchoices #{ oh harry bb pls. }

hispxth

Her mouth goes dry at the question that greeted her, jaw slightly ajar.

”I —- I knew him. So when I found out about his death I just… needed to learn more.

———- Why am I not allowed to look him up?”

hopelessgoblin

...death?

Why would Oscorp be covering up an employee's death? Of course Harry didn't know Max Dillon. But he didn't make the same mistake as Gwen with.

"Sensitive information," They're hiding things from me. "Peter cares about you...so...take care of yourself," I can't protect you from this.

#hispxth #{ sorry this took 5ever }

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