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HARRY OSBORN Osborn Heir. HOBGOBLIN. For the love of god, don't call me Harold. "Take a look, hesitate; take a picture you could never recreate."

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silkymoons‌:

“Sounds like fun, I … haven’t been to many places so. Tea, you said? Do you like it better than coffee now?” Cindy wondered, knowing that the list of options on the menu sometimes confused her. Being stuck inside of a bunker didn’t really give her too many choices, so she grew to like whatever she had. It definitely made ordering from these coffee places way more complicated than it ever needed to be.

“With your bare hands, huh?” While he knew the risks associated with having a bounty on his head … it would’ve been safer for him to not be out here. While she could easily slip into the bathroom and change into her Silk costume to protect him … Cindy couldn’t ignore the stranger in the corner that had been staring at them ; and her silk senses did not get good vibes either. 

“Hey, um, not to freak you out — but someone’s been watching you for a while. Don’t look, but he’s by the doors.” 

he clicked his tongue. of course there was someone watching him. he wasn’t even that surprised anymore. frankly, he didn’t know why fisk had it out for him considering he never even knew the guy back in new york. and no one knew about the father-son goblin combo either. or maybe he had been underestimating the osborn name reach.

“i was wondering when they were going to start stalking me,” he answered coolly instead, finishing his coffee in one sip. “i have to wonder why he’s not making his move though,” he thought out loud as he got comfortable on his seat, “i’m technically alone and vulnerable right now so what gives?” unless...he wasn’t the one who’s supposed to take him out. “cindy, what’s he doing now?”

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( @dialedsenses​ | peter parker)

harry was proud of his name despite all the baggage that came with it. he had the money of an osborn, he had the brains of an osborn, he had the charm of an osborn and safe to say he was a goddamn osborn. and death threats weren’t new to him—he’s been exposed to it since he turned five. hit orders, however, are a new thing. jesus, it’s like they’re trying to coax out hobgoblin and they don’t even know about it. he heard his apartment door lock click open and he takes the last shot from his whiskey glass and turned to the person at the door. “i’m starting to think i shouldn’t have given you a key duplicate,” he jested. “hey pete.”

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silkymoons‌:

“Thanks, that’s really kind of you,” Cindy admitted, especially since she hadn’t even known him that well. She probably needed all the help she could get with finding her family but … it also felt like something she needed to do on her own. “Yeah, dropped out. Europe, you said? How was that?” 

Of course, it might’ve been better if he stayed there because she did remember hearing reports about a hit job. One with his specific name on it. “Harry, should .. you be out here? It’s probably not safe.” 

“a lot more posh, that’s for sure. kind of like being stuck in time then you make a turn and you’re suddenly back in the present.” the continent definitely preserved their history, something which the united states severely lacks. but what did he know? he wasn’t a history major anyway. “i mostly stayed in london. everyone takes tea time seriously there.”

and there it was. he was wondering when cindy was going to bring up the bounty on his head. well it wasn’t really a bounty per se—but he did have a hit out on his head. “not really. and it’s definitely not safe. but i’ll be damned if i have to cower inside my apartment.” his grip on his glass tightened, enough to make a small crack, “they can come and try to kill me but if i have to crush them with my bare hands, i’ll do it.”

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30thcenturyborn‌:

“I’m mean ya did the civic duty thing so,” Bart says while nonchalantly waving his hand because, yeah, whatever dude. So long as the cops were called and the guy got arrested/medical attention if necessary then that’s all that Bart was really concerned about. Bart’s still unsure about the police because he hasn’t had any interactions with them yet to see if anything’s changed. He’s sure it hasn’t but there are some things that Bart knows he should be wary about before he jumps into things again. And by things he means taking on the superhero gig full time again.

“Oh, I’m Bart!” He answers cheerfully. He pulls up his skateboard so he can carry it while he walks. “Nice to meet you, Harry! Oh! So by any chance, you a Gothamite before all this or has Gotham been new to you?” Bart always finds it interesting to see where people came from and wondering how the changes are going. People from other worlds were super fascinating. Kind of made Bart feel like he could sympathize with them in a sense? The future was like a whole other world given Bart’s experience and the way he describes it.

harry raised his brows at the other male, a little surprised he didn’t persuade him to wait for the police. he didn’t know the people from gcpd and he didn’t really trust people from gotham—not when he didn’t even know where they came from. but people were surprising him day by day; sometimes he liked it, sometimes he hated it. this was definitely one of the former. “you coming or what?” he was getting dinner, he might as well have company. “you into italian food?” if there’s anything harry was still grateful for despite this cities merging thing, it was that the small italian place ran by a sicilian old lady was still there. just a little bit of comfort from home.

“a new yorker actually,” he answered a little warily, before offering a cordial smile to other male, “gotham’s new to me. has it always been like this?” new york wasn’t perfect and it sure as hell wasn’t the safest city out there—crime syndicates were all over the goddamn city—but this. this was different.

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magicandiron‌:

“Yeah?” Tony said. “So do I, and I’m still pretty sure I couldn’t toss someone around like a candy wrapper, at least not without my suit.”

Tony was suited up, having been in transit between Stark Tower and Wayne Manor, on Important Business. Unfortunately, gone were the days when he could have taken a casual stroll through the city without armour or bodyguards.

FRIDAY had alerted him of the mugging, and he’d jetted over – only to find that the kid had managed to take care of the attacker himself. “You’re Osborn’s kid, aren’t you? Harry?” Touching down, he strode towards him. “Are you hurt?”

He was still suspicious - hell, he’d been around superheroes long enough to spot the signs, but maybe the kid could be another Peter. And if he was, well – Tony almost felt obliged to do what he could to help him.

“adrenaline.” harry wasn’t dumb but tony stark wasn’t either, and he’s pretty sure no one buys the adrenaline excuse when he effectively threw a man to the other side of the street without breaking a sweat. but it wasn’t as if he was going to admit he was hobgoblin when the man before him was friends with the bane of his existence.

harry stood up straighter then, his hands in the pockets of his slacks when stark recognised him—well, his father then him. “yeah, harry osborn. nice to meet you, mister stark.” he had to at least be cordial to the man in order to not give anything more away. “what? oh, no, i’m fine. as fine as i could get anyway.” he had a big fat target on his back because some dumbass crime lord was running for mayor. him and the man in front of him anyway.

“shouldn’t you be somewhere safe, mister stark? we’re practically walking targets.” harry was made aware of the big, fat target on his back because some dumbass crime lord was running for mayor, decided to go after him because of his osborn name, and now here they were. him, tony stark, bruce wayne, and the gcpd commissioner were all dead men walking. kind of. “huh. maybe that mugger was after the bounty on my head.”

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occultbat‌:

@hosbxrn​ - liked for a starter from mad sweeney !

“oh christ, as if anything could be much worse - we’re about to enter the ‘ressurection’ month of the one god who won’t seem to stay dead.” he muttered to himself as he pulled a particularly long drag from his cigarette. he spotted someone a little aways but within earshot - someone who was minding their own business. which meant they were the perfect opportunity for the leprechaun to annoy. “oi, you. you with the fancy face and dress - yes, you. do you know how many jesuses their are? i do. i could tell you. go on, take a guess bright boy.”

new gotham had been testing his patience lately. and considering he liked to pride himself as a patient man ( as he should considering hobgoblin activities take careful planning ) but the new city was a complete test of his patience. and it’s almost easter too. if he was back in new york, he’d be getting ready for the easter activities of oscorp; make everyone think oscorp’s a nice company with all the kids having fun ( spoiler alert: they’re really not for children ). and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes when some giant with big ears called him to apparently make his opinion known. boomers. “do i know you?,” he replied instead, refusing to even answer how many goddamn jesuses there are in the world. “nice ears. you a goblin or something?” ha. that’s rich coming from you, mister hobgoblin.

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silkymoons‌:

“No. I don’t know where my family is,” she admitted, the truth already sitting heavy on her heart. They weren’t in this world, that’s for sure … but she didn’t even know where to begin her search. The details and accounts of their lives had disappeared ; what were they doing all those years that she was stuck inside the bunker? Did they even try to find her? The questions were plentiful, but the answers weren’t. “Not in this universe, at least.” 

She shook her head, knowing this wasn’t exactly an ideal conversation topic. Cindy tried to appear cheerful, responding, “who? Peter? I don’t think so. You’d have to ask him though —” 

Shit, what was she supposed to tell him? That she got bit by a radioactive spider and didn’t return to school? That four years of her life had disappeared inside of a bunker? 

“ — I dropped out.” 

harry winced. okay, that was totally insensitive. not that he meant to be insensitive, he just wasn’t aware of what’s been going on with cindy. he’s not exactly close with her either but he’s been trying to change that. “it’s probably not much but i hope i can help. well, when we get back at least.” he’s got oscorp resources he could use to help out cindy. besides, if she was as smart as peter said she was, then he could probably offer her a job at oscorp too.

“you dropped—oh, okay. that makes sense.” it didn’t really make sense to him but he’s not going to push. if anything, it brought up more questions than it did answers. “well i’m glad you and peter are still close then. we kind of lost contact when i was shipped off to europe but i came back and...well, here we are.”

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( @stcyspydur​ | gwen stacy )

if there’s one thing harry knows about people dying, it’s that they never really die. his father’s one, tony stark is another. harry didn’t believe it at first considering it just wasn’t something science could explain and the young heir knew science. hell, he majors in chemical engineering and he’s next in line for a chemical and electronics corporation. harry osborn practically breathed science. but as it turns out, resurrection was very much real, or at least parallel realities were. yet that didn’t mean he wasn’t shocked when he saw the woman in front of him right now. “gwen? gwen stacy?,” he called out tentatively. “jesus. you too, huh?” it seemed like everyone was being sent to this godforsaken city.

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fateomens‌:

‘      remind      me      again      ,      how      did      i      get      roped      into      changing      your      light      bulb      ,      harry      ?      ’      words      that      could      be      mistaken      as      hostile      were      betrayed      by      the      light      tone      of      tender      voice      ,      a      smile      sealing      the      deal      !      mary      jane      saw      no      trouble      helping      a      friend      in      need      ,      &      was      more      than      happy      to      get      her      hands      dirty      …      but      watching      harry      osborn      standing      below      ,      conversation      is      struck      .      @hosbxrn​

“hey, i just said i had a faulty light bulb. you were the one who volunteered to change it,” he answered back as he held the ladder she standing on. if he was being honest about it, harry could very well change his light bulb on his own—he wasn’t an osborn genius for nothing. but as it stood, he had just returned to his apartment with mj after running into her at the hardware store to buy a new bulb. “besides, these young osborn heir hands do not need to be dirtied,” he joked instead, his otherwise silver spoon upbringing a point for jokes in their little friendship circle. “and i promised to make you brunch, miss watson.”

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silkymoons‌:

Cindy smiled, nodding along, pretending to heed his advice. Too bad part of being a superhero meant being partially nocturnal or running on caffeine. She was still trying to figure out her schedule with all this, but having a solid routine seemed impossible whenever her silk senses flared. “You stay careful, too.” Luckily, he happened to be best friends with the local spiderman, even if he didn’t know it. “Yeah? I had — have — a brother too,” Cindy replied, slipping up. She hadn’t found any traces of her family in this world, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist somewhere, right? The brunette didn’t want to think about it, not right now. 

“Peter and I? Yeah, we went to the same high school.” And then got bitten by the same radioactive spider. 

harry was rarely ever jealous of anyone. if anything, people were jealous of him. but there were cases when the young heir could not stop the green monster (pun unintended) from appearing. it was obvious when norman favoured peter over him, it was obvious when gwen stacy got a higher test score than him. it was even obvious when peter had someone like may parker for family. and loathe as he may be to admit it, but he was feeling that again when cindy said she had a brother when all harry wanted before was a sibling. “i see. is he here with you?” was that even the right question to ask? honestly, he’d be a bit more delicate if he knew who cindy was.

but his brows furrowed at the mention of his high school. that was one part of peter’s life that he never experienced. he’d been shipped off to europe as soon as they finished sixth grade and only came back after graduating high school. “i see. he didn’t run into trouble, did he?” as tempted as harry was to ask what happened to his best friend in high school, he knew better than to push peter into a corner. but that doesn’t mean i can’t ask anybody else about it.

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30thcenturyborn‌:

Most people would think skating around at night with goggles on would be dangerous but Gotham was a mostly lit city at night these days. Well, not really but a little its been a little livelier since everything happened with ‘worlds colliding’ phenomena. Which he still says is the coolest thing to happen in this century yet. He seriously has a lot of fun with anything odd that comes of it much to the dismay of the regular people just trying to live their lives. What can he say, he gets bored easily and something new popping up randomly is just his speed. Bart pulls in a maze interconnecting alleys for fun. For this, he did take off his goggles so they hung around his neck at the moment.

He could hear the tale-tell signs of some trouble and with a smirk, he pushed forward on his board to do maybe do some heroic skateboard rescue. He made his way into the streets only to see he wasn’t needed. Bart is kinda surprised, slightly bummed cause he was looking forward to his skateboard save but he shrugs and smiles as brightly as ever, “Cool,” Bart’s meet many regular people with cool skills as well as others so he doesn’t feel the need to question too much. “Nice work dude!” He congrats and pushes his board forward. 

“Uh but we should probably call the police? I’m pretty sure you knocked that dude out cold…” Bart says pointing over to the guy who’s really out of it. But for attacking someone he kinda had it coming, also he’s pretty sure he’s tossed people further but best to call authorities.

at least he didn’t ask any more questions. he didn’t want to make a scene and knocking out another guy definitely fell into the making a scene category. harry looked at the male in front, a little confused why he had goggles at night but asked no further questions; he wasn’t one to judge on an individual’s fashion taste. “thanks, appreciate it.” 

but the other male definitely had a point. the petty thief was definitely out cold and as much as he would love to leave it alone until the cops find him, harry very well couldn’t do that when there was another person present. “yeah, you’re right. hold on, i’ll call it in.” he still wasn’t used to calling up cops from gcpd instead of nypd but he had no time to complain. and apparently, gcpd cops had worse tempers than the new york cops. “they’ll be here in five minutes but i’m not waiting around for them. i’m not dealing with hotheads tonight.” just the thought of dealing with them was already putting him in a worse mood.

“i’m harry, by the way. you?”

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thephoenixrising‌:

Jean sighed, picking up the flashdrive with her telekinesis, “I hate to inform you that Hank isn’t here,” she said, sadly, “I haven’t seen him in… god, months maybe?” holding her hand out, she dropped the drive in the palm of her hand, “as of right now, I’m the only doctor in the school, but obviously his research was not my branch of medical or scientific knowledge. I just patch up my friends and students,” saying it outloud just made the hole in her heart bigger. She was worried about her friend. “I’ll take a look at it though in his stead,” she assured him, stuffing the drive in her pocket and finally taking a sip of her coffee, “some of his things I might be able to pick up, but as for his main projects, that’s always been beyond me. Anything else I should know, Mr. Osborn?” 

“i’m sorry, what?” okay, that might not have been the best reaction at the news that hank mccoy wasn’t in gotham, but it was what he got. he was genuinely disappointed that the mutant scientist wasn’t with them and he wasn’t going to hide that from jean grey, especially since the woman could probably read him like a book if he wasn’t careful enough; jean grey didn’t need to know he threw pumpkin bombs for fun in new york city. “i see. i hope doctor mccoy’s fine, wherever he is then.” harry liked hank mccoy. he was a straight-to-the-point kind of fellow who was definitely one of the smartest people he knew. the young heir ran his fingers through his hair and continued, “it’s not much though and i’m not sure if it would be interesting for you, but it might help. i’ve picked up the habit of observing all the unfamiliar people we’re seeing lately. hargreeves and wayne are of particular interest.”

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akumakuzuri‌:

“And we’re all very impressed.” Daken replied sarcastically. He had been a little more than intrigued to find out that his previous employer had a kid, and that the kid seemed equally batshit insane. Well insane in dressing in green scaly tights and throwing exploding pumpkins at people. Daken walked forward slowly,giving the kid time to escape if he wanted to. Not that he’d want, if Daken’s slow pumping of pheromones had anything to do with it. Daken stopped when he was right next to him, cracking an easy grin. 

“I would love to say that what you did was a little… overzealous. But I used to work with your father. Not that i’m the type to judge on who’s one father is.” Daken laughed, low under his breath. “Now, where are my manners? My name is Daken.” He said, sticking out a hand.

This careful dispersion of information, which was just enough to make him seen trustworthy, while actually revealing nothing about himself, was a careful game, but one that Daken loved to play. Imagine getting Harry in his pocket, or tricking him into some sort of team-up. His father would be so pissed, knowing Daken had screwed him over twice.

the other man was another suspicious character he’d encountered tonight. and just on the night where he was not in the mood to play. if it were any other night, he’d have a lot more patience and a lot more charm to bring out. but as it turns out, he was tired and a little irritable. but for some odd reason, his fight-or-flight response wasn’t kicking in and he stayed glued to his place, only turning to face the other man when he was right beside him.

but the young heir froze, his blood running cold as soon as the other male mentioned his father. harry’s eyes narrowed at him, suspicion growing by the minute, before looking at the offered hand. finding himself being a bit more guarded—but apparently relaxing by a bit and he didn’t understand why—before shaking daken’s hand. “harry osborn. but you already knew that.”

he let go of the hand quickly, glancing around before raising a brow at the other man. “interesting. my father never mentioned working with anyone named daken.” harry had a sneaking suspicion that this rugged-looking man didn’t work for oscorp—he’s pretty sure this was one of green goblin’s men.

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silkymoons‌:

Cindy nodded, almost unsure what to say. Conversing with strangers was … still a work in progress, much like her superhero quips. Still, why pass up the opportunity to practice? So she remained engaged, replying, “not yet. It’s … getting kind of crazy out there, isn’t it?” The burst of crimes didn’t go unnoticed, not when she was hanging on rooftops all evening, listening to the city and those who needed help. 

The brunette blinked, wondering, “sorry, this might be random, but you’re — you’re Peter’s friend, right?” She knew he looked familiar, so it was only a matter of confirming her theories. 

“yeah, definitely don’t go out so late into the night. that goes for both of us.” not that he didn’t go out at night but harry had to keep up pretences. to everyone else, he was harry osborn, young heir of oscorp and norman osborn’s son. “if you thought hell’s kitchen was bad, this city’s way worse.” but harry lit up at the mention of peter, a smile on his lips as he remembered his best friend. “yeah, pete’s my best friend. he and i go way back when his father worked with mine. kind of like the brother i neve had, you know?” and then he realised he was rambling and probably revealed more than he needed to reveal. “sorry, you can ignore that. but you and pete are friends too, right? i’m not trying to offend you or anything but how’d you two meet?”

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silkymoons‌:

Cindy recognized him, sort of. When Peter was showing her the basics of social media, she had seen pictures of him — them — together, and the brunette could only assume that they were good friends. Of course, that didn’t make this interaction any less awkward ; being the friend of a friend was probably worse than being a stranger. And being trapped inside a bunker for 4 years didn’t help her social skills either. 

“I’m fine.” A total lie. 

“I mean, I’ve .. had better days. You?” 

harry liked to tell himself that he’s a pretty social person who could probably have everyone thinking he’s friendly when all he really did was have good pr skills. but he’s not going to admit the fact that he was still pretty clueless about interacting with peter’s other friends. not that he’s possessive over his best friend, but harry couldn’t understand where and how peter met his other friends when they pretty much knew each other like the back of their hands. well...kind of like the back of their hands. but anyway. “sure you are,” he answered instead with a brow raised, before staring at the untouched cakes on the table. maybe i shouldn’t have ordered the cakes. “holding up as much as i can. haven’t really talked properly to some of the people. you? hope you haven’t run into trouble yet.” petty criminals were everywhere in this new city—way worse than new york in his opinion.

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it was an evening of mischief for harry—no, hobgoblin tonight. just the right amount of darkness and quiet in new gotham for a flurry of pumpkin bombs to rain on everyone’s parade. coax out that damn webslinger who was the root of all his bad luck and maybe give him the pumpkin bomb of a lifetime. or it would’ve been hobgoblin’s evening if harry hadn’t been stuck troubleshooting one of his projects. one wrong calculation and everything falls. such was the life of scientists.

so he hadn’t been in the best of moods as he walked in the streets of new gotham on the way to get dinner. his goblin plans will have to be pushed to tomorrow evening considering he was way too tired mentally, almost missing the man who’s been following him for the past few minutes. almost. when there was suddenly a knife to his neck, demanding that he give his money, harry didn’t even react for a while before letting out a chuckle and twisting the man’s arm and the young heir got out of his hold. and unable to control himself, harry grit his teeth and kicked the mugger and watched him be flung off to the other side of the street. a momentary display of his superhuman strength from the goblin formula.

it was then that he noticed someone else in the street with them. turning around, harry looked at the person faux-innocently and said, “i work out.” like hell was he going to admit to anything.

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( “ i may have the right to remain silent , but i don’t have the ability. ” | @dialedsenses​​ | peter parker )

harry opened his mouth to retort but let out a sigh instead, exasperation written all over his face. he should probably be used to peter’s amazing inability to shut his trap for more than four seconds but it still boggles his mind that he can’t—not even during the rare times they get lunch together and they just witnessed cops arrest some petty thief. “yeah, please don’t say that if you get arrested.” but it wasn’t as if peter was going to get into trouble anyway. he’s too nice for the world, harry often wonders why peter even became friends with him when they were kids. he was, admittedly, a major brat when they first met. “and please don’t say that in front of aunt may. spare your aunt, peter benjamin parker.”