[ One second, Harry is in Kansas, arguing with an alien helicopter from inside its cockpit as it tries to fly away from a mechanical dragon, having just fallen from the sky. The next, he's back to falling, into a large city this time, in the middle of a rainstorm. He lands in a crater in what was once a parking lot, hair slicked to his forehead by the rain, and yells an anguished cry at the sky. ]
Fuckingβ Not again!! Taylor, where are you!??!
[ Because obviously this is Spinister's fault. ]
02. GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE β β β β β
[ Harry largely tries to keep to himself, staying out of the fray of metahumans either committing crimes or trying to stop them. He stays on the sidelines, slinking away, keeping his collar turned up to hide the patches of deformed skin on his neck. All this stress is aggravating the tremor in his hands, another telltale sign of his goddamned disease. He would much rather go without notice, thank you very much.
But once he hears who is responsible for this fracas, you can bet he's seeking out one of those fucking "influencers" to let them know exactly how he feels. He corners one guy, clearly with the intent to hurt him. He doesn't have Max Dillon at hand to serve as his muscle, so he's going to have to get his hands dirty. The guy looks scared, and activates his power as a defense mechanism, turning Harry's head into a giant emoji. ]
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[ Harry swears, but the words come out of his mouth as a censor bar of symbols. Undeterred by this development, he closes the distance between himself and the vlogger, and throws a punch right in his face. The guy staggers back, blood beginning to flow from his nose. And though Harry's knuckles are stinging from the impact, he can feel distantly that the tremor has stopped. He throws another punch, and he can feel the skin on his neck knit back together, healing.
Oh... This is interesting.
He keeps punching, either until someone stops him or until he knocks the vlogger out. At the tail end of the emoji-head curse, Harry looks a bit more... impish. ]
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03. BACK AT THE DIADEM (cw: underage drinking) β β β β β
[ Once the dust has settled, and the metahumans have been returned back to the Diadem, Harry tries to sit and understand what's happened, what is happening. And while he does his sitting and thinking, he wants a fucking drink, so he heads to the hotel bar. Of course, being only twenty, not twenty-one, the barkeep refuses to serve him. ]
You've got to be fucking kidding me. Do you know the kind of day I've had?! Can't you just bend the rules this once? Give me a break!!
[ Do you take pity on him and find a way to get a poor kid a drink? Or do you lecture him on his poor coping habits? ]
0X. WILDCARD β β β β β
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Harry Osborn | OTA
01. ONCE MORE, FROM THE TOP β β β β β
02. GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE β β β β β
03. BACK AT THE DIADEM (cw: underage drinking) β β β β β
0X. WILDCARD β β β β β