Color Me Curious
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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OPEN
"Look, Dad, I just wanted to maybe sit down and have a drink with you; I thought maybe we could talk, maybe..-- Yes, Sir....-- Yes, Sir. I understand....-- Goodbye." The young man hung up the cell phone he was holding in his hand. He turned around to see someone who looked as if they were listening in on his conversation. "What. Are you. Staring at?!" he shouted.
"How could you do this to me!? I trusted you!"
"I didn’t do anything!" he shouted, expression darkening as he looked at her. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants showing that he didn’t want to further this fight. Obviously that wouldn’t happen.
"I saw you! I saw you with her!" Olivia hadn’t raised her voice at someone in years, never allowed herself to become attached and involved enough to. It felt horrible. To be this angry, this upset again. "How long did you think you could hide it, huh?"
"Oh, so because I was around another girl, that automatically means that I am seeing her? Yeah," he scoffed. "That makes a lotta sense." Harry took the glass that he was drinking brandy from and took a long drink from it. He shook his head and turned his back on the other girl.
"You were kissing. You were touching her." She spoke through gritted teeth, her fists clinched at her sides. It hurt to even say the words but it was worse to have it reply in her head. "I know what I saw. You lied to me. You lied."
"Okay! Alright, I lied, okay?!" he yelled as he turned to face her again. Harry spread his arms. "I warned you when we first started seeing each other that I may hurt you! That something like that could happen. Don’t turn this around to be my fault!"
"Don’t do that. Don’t make me into some stupid little girl. Don’t you fucking dare." Tears welled her in eyes as she spoke, her voice low and cracking. She didn’t want to believe it, that he did something like this to her. "You’re a fucking coward."
"I’m a coward? That’s all you have to say? You’re gonna accuse me of being a coward?!" Harry was becoming frustrated, so his voice kept getting louder and louder. "Don’t go throwing names at me! I am not a coward!" He pointed at her, his voice becoming shaky. "You’re the coward. You fell for me! And you knew this was possible!"
“Yeah. I am a coward. But at least I can say that. At least I don’t fucking hurt other people to make myself feel better.” Her voice broke on the last word, her tears spilling over her eyes.
But you do. “I loved you. I let myself love you. Blindly. Because I didn’t think you could hurt me. But you’re a coward. You’re a horrible person and I love you.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. His tone dropped, causing it to shake. “Maybe you shouldn’t have let yourself go then,” he said through gritted teeth. After a few moments of silence and the two staring at each other, he turned his back to her. A sign that he didn’t want to discuss it further.
"Fuck you, you fucking asshole." She took a shaky deep breath and clinched her fists. "I didn’t do a thing to you. I did nothing wrong to you but you. You decided to be a fucking prick. You fucking prick. You cheated. With that fucking slut who works for you. Fuck the both of you."
"She’s not a slut!" Harry said, turning around to face her again. "She works for me, she did what I asked. You can’t blame me for anything. I told you, I warned you I wasn’t one to love in return. I don’t feel that way." He waited a while to speak again. When he did, it was almost a whisper. "I can’t feel that way."
"Oh really? Didn’t call her a slut while she was on her knees? That’s not what I heard." She scoff, turning and heading for the door. "I thought you were different. But I guess I was wrong. You’re a coward just like your father. Have fun with the whore."
Harry felt anger boil up inside of him when she told him he was like his father. Harry shouted, “I am nothing like my dad!” He almost wanted to grab onto her and stop her from leaving, but he contained himself. Harry’s fists clenched. His jaw tightened. He glared at the girl who was leaving. No way in HELL was he taking that.
Olivia turned and looked at him. “No. You’re right. You’re worse. He wasn’t a coward.” She yanked his office door open and walked down the hall, trying to contain herself. She felt so stupid. Of all the people she trusted, an Osborn should not have been on the list.
He didn't follow her. It wasn't right to follow her. Harry let out a frustrated bellow, throwing his arms up. He picked up a vase that had no flowers in them, Olivia had cleaned the dead ones out the other day, and threw it against the wall.
"Harry, what do you want? I'm a little busy" normanvosborn
cherryfinolahobbes normanvosborn "I was.... I was just...--" Harry stopped, sighed, and looked to his feet. "Sorry, Dad. Never mind."
"Excuse me. Are you Mr. Osborne ?"
"The one and only. And you are?"
"It would be a shame if I had to damage that pretty face of yours."
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The flinch was immediate and obvious. “H- Harry?” Alex said quietly, clear concern in her voice. “What are y- you talking about?”
He walked around to the other side of his desk, tracing his finger along it as he did so. "You're lying to me, Alex. I know it," he said, lifting his gaze to meet her eyes.
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OPEN
"Do I look SICK to you?!"
"Yes. You do, Harry," Clara said worried to her student.
"I’m fine," he told her, giving the instructor a look. He blinked a few times. "I’m not….sick."
"Harry, what’s going on?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You haven’t been the same lately. Do you want me to call up Peter?" Clara asked and moved to get the phone.
"Peter Parker isn't the solution to everything," he said bitterly with gritted teeth.
“Try CEO of Oscorp. No spider powers here.”
“Seems we both have a disliking for anything Spider-Man.”
"It’a not a dislike for everything Spider-man…he’s just so tacky and overused.”
"They’re great guys, honestly, but would it kill them to pick a new name or theme?”
"Ah, I see. You just think it's too commercialized."
"Yeah, I don't do that Spider-Man thing. He clogs up the news. Don't get why the people love him so much."
“Maybe it’s time for a change.”
"Now, which spider are you? Spider-Business-Man or something?"
"Try CEO of Oscorp. No spider powers here."
"Seems we both have a disliking for anything Spider-Man."
"Am I just an attraction for spider based superheroes? There’s that one Spider-man who I dated, the other Spider-man who I had a thing with, and now another Spider-man wants to buy me coffee. I’m friends with Black Widow for crying out loud! Do I have a thing for spiders, do you think? How many Spider-men-people are there!?"
"Maybe it's time for a change."
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"Do I look SICK to you?!"
"Yes. You do, Harry," Clara said worried to her student.
"I'm fine," he told her, giving the instructor a look. He blinked a few times. "I'm not....sick."
idxnthavetime | headcanon
Looking at the other for too long causes resentment to sputter towards the surface, and Electro forces himself to turn away. “We’ve failed.” He states tersely. Failed to stop a certain vigilante-had been made fools of in the process-Electro more publicly than…
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His teeth grinded against themselves causing tension in his jaw. It clenched tightly. The statement cotinued to play in his head.
We have failed. We have failed. We….Have…….Failed.
The CEO lifted his head and looked at the electronic, blue mutant.
"YOU have failed," he finally said, attempting to calm himself down. "YOU were defeated." He stood up from the seat he was sitting on. "Now tell me," he said, stepping towards Electro. "How did that happen?"
Harry acted as if he were the leader of the two, as if they were a gang. Though he knew that was not the case, Harry also knew how to manipulate the villain. He knew how to get him to do what he wanted. The man was dangerous, yes. But Harry was more dangerous. Especially now that he had become a mutated goblin creature himself.
Electro doesn’t move. Black eyes look into Harry’s green ones as though searching for answer he doesn’t feel right asking. It wasn’t Harry Osborn he was looking at-it was the Goblin now. A monster. He isn’t phased by the intrusion of his space, because he can hold his own if it ever came to that.
Shaking his head ever so slightly, he forces the anger rising in his chest to steady. Yes, he could hold his own, but really its a question of whether or not he wants to. “I failed no worse than you have. Tell me again how much progress you’d made. Tell me again how close you had came to defeating Him.” Not wanting to let things escalate, Electro spoke slowly, as though pleading with the other for an answer. “YOU were defeated just as I was. Yet you believe yourself to be above me.”
His mouth formed into a grin. An evil, twisted grin that exposed pointed, goblin-like teeth. A chuckle soon followed. “You call taking the life of his loved one failure? He is suffering now! He doesn’t know what to do with his life!” The creature gestured dramatically.
It was true. The life of Gwen Stacy had been claimed, and Harry was the one who caused it to happen. Now, Peter Parker, or should he say, Spider-Man, was suffering inside. He was mourning. He felt lost, alone.
“I plan to take every single one of his loved ones! And now that I know who he is, it will be a lot easier. Now the question is…. Will you join me, Max? Or will you run away and seek your own revenge, risking failure once again.”
Manipulation. That’s all it took. Planting the smallest thoughts into this man’s mind, making him believe things, that was how Harry got his way. That was how he lead the other. And that was how he would get his revenge.
idxnthavetime | headcanon
Looking at the other for too long causes resentment to sputter towards the surface, and Electro forces himself to turn away. “We’ve failed.” He states tersely. Failed to stop a certain vigilante-had been made fools of in the process-Electro more publicly than...
His teeth grinded against themselves causing tension in his jaw. It clenched tightly. The statement cotinued to play in his head.
We have failed. We have failed. We....Have.......Failed.
The CEO lifted his head and looked at the electronic, blue mutant.
"YOU have failed," he finally said, attempting to calm himself down. "YOU were defeated." He stood up from the seat he was sitting on. "Now tell me," he said, stepping towards Electro. "How did that happen?"
Harry acted as if he were the leader of the two, as if they were a gang. Though he knew that was not the case, Harry also knew how to manipulate the villain. He knew how to get him to do what he wanted. The man was dangerous, yes. But Harry was more dangerous. Especially now that he had become a mutated goblin creature himself.
"Do I look SICK to you?!"
"Just a tad"Kim said,reaching out to him"I can help,Harry. Just let me"
He reached up and caught her by the wrist. His grip was tight on hers. “I don’t NEED help!” he cried out, gritting his teeth after….
"I am not MY FATHER!" he shouted, turning around to face her and leaning with his hands onto his desk. His gaze was dark, his breath was shaky. Harry looked down at his own hands. His knuckles had turned white from the amount of pressure he had been putting to his hands. "I will never be like him," he muttered. It sounded more like he was trying to tell himself than her.
"Then let me try to help you"Kim sighed,walking over to him and gently putting one of her hands over his"Please"
He lifted his gaze. The CEO's entire body seemed to be trembling which caused his breath to shake. His expression remained dark, pale eyes not showing much more than anger. "You think I'm like him," he grumbled.
