she had only told him once before, about her meant to be prom and the events that both occurred before and after it. and he was unsure to as why ; but the tale had always stuck with him, a thought that constantly lingered in the back of his mind. perhaps it was the unfairness, that she did not have the memories of such a magical night like he did… or perhaps, it was that sense of guilt — that her meant to be prom date, a harry osborn… one from an entirely different universe. perhaps he felt like, it was he that had to apologise for the other’s mistake, that he had to make amends for the night she could not have. or maybe it was purely because, he just wanted to spend time with her. because he liked her and he wanted to give her a reason to smile.
the balcony had been fully decked out — with flowers and fairy lights, that covered nearly every square inch of the area. he had worn his best suit, dull green in color, with a matching tie and a dark shirt. he had gotten her flowers, an arrangement of pink and whites… a nod to the colours she donned when out saving the world and many others. and they danced. he held her in his arms, as they slowly swayed along to the music that played from the living room. when she peered up at him, did his gaze drop down to her. those brown doe-like eyes, taking her in entirely and a gentle smile, began to take hold of his features. he squeezed her a little tighter, pulled her a little closer. ❛ i think you might’ve mentioned it, once or twice. ❜ he teased, with a soft laugh. ❛ well… i don’t know about you, miss stacy. but i believe everyone should get to go to prom. it’s almost like… a right of passage. i’m just sorry it has taken this long for you to experience it… ❜
ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍ﹐ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʙᴀʟᴄᴏɴʏ. honestly, it wasn’t something she ever thought she’d have. and why would she? after all, she was a superhero, her nights weren’t spent on balconies with pretty lights and beautiful flowers. and they definitely weren’t spent with SOMEONE LIKE HARRY OSBORN. he didn’t know the proper ins and outs of everything she’d done, of what had exactly happened the night of her prom. he knew that her harry had asked her, that she’d agreed to go and then.... things had happened, things out of her control. long story short, her prom night was ruined. UNTIL NOW. until this harry osborn. this harry osborn who had DIMPLES when he smiled, who blushed when he was embarrassed, who had the sweetest laugh and who.... ---- well, who gave her little BUTTERFLIES in her stomach when he looked at her. or when he’d stood there with flowers matching her suit, or when he’d taken her in his arms and swayed with her to the music. oh this was not good. this was just not good at all.
“ well, it’s really really sweet, harry... “ she’d mentioned it a few times now, but this was honestly something she had never expected. not in a million years. and why would she? harry had better things to be doing with his time. why would he want to WASTE HIS TIME with her doing this? her arms slid around his neck, holding herself a little closer to him than before as the music continued out over the balcony. “ well, what was your own prom like? who did you get to go with? “ a tiny smile graced her features as her head tilted to the side, blonde hair cascading over one shoulder. “ wait, tell me something... “ her smile turned into a cheeky grin, arms still around his neck, one hand at the back of his neck, fingers trailing a little into the start of his hairline. “ what was harry osborn like as a TEENAGER, hm? i’m really interested. “
