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Harry did not have time for this - whatever this was. 

Come to think of it, he couldn’t quite remember what it was that he didn’t have time to not do...But that was besides the point. It was probably something important, knowing him, being an important person, and all...Which he was, he re-asserted to himself for what was probably the thousandth time that evening.. - he squinted at the clock by the bartender’s face until it came into focus - ...morning, even. 

Fucking fantastic. He could practically feel his blood boil beneath his skin. At something-past-1 in the morning, he was still sitting in this godforsaken hellhole of an establishment, being refused service, despite the fact that he’d threatened to - literally - shower the greasy-haired, cheaply-clothed idiot in Benjamins - And when he’d had the perfectly reasonable thought to leave, he’d found his keys being held before him in said greasy-haired, cheaply-clothed idiot’s huge mitts. How he’d even managed to get hold of them was, frankly, a mystery (obviously), and if his head wasn’t spinning quite as much as it currently was - and if his mind wasn’t conjuring up a thousand German words and few English ones, and if he hadn’t been interrupted - Harry was positive that this man he’d have a-- a theft lawsuit on his hands. Because that made sense.

He’d watched as she’d taken his keys, and Harry even dared to breathe a sigh of relief, wholeheartedly expecting for her to place them into the palm of his hand-- only to find it still empty, moments later. He opened his mouth as though to speak, though she’d beaten him to it, and this time addressing him directly. It took a couple of moments to place a name to the face  - he had met more than his fair share of girls in his time, after all, he thought with a smirk. 

He rolled his eyes, taking a couple of moments to re-adjust himself in his seat to face her fully. And thank god it was her. “---Whatever.” In all honesty, he was more tired, than anything else - and yet, he still maintained his frown. “Well, you might as well, now, because  you— you’re here, now. God.”

Jubilee had promised a prospective model she’d meet her outside the bar across the street from her building…at five a.m.The clouds were beginning to form and she noticed the usually packed location emptying out with “last call” patrons. Stuffing her now ice cold hands into her pockets, she sighed and looked over up at the sky pleading for no rain just yet. To her relief, the owner of the bar offered her the chance to wait inside and she made her way towards a table. Considering how late or early depending who you were it was, Jubilee was surprised to hear some negotiating being made at the bar. She arched a brow as she watched a young man argue with the bartender and while the voice seemed familiar, she couldn’t quite make him out. When she noticed the bartender give his usual sign to the owner to summon a bouncer, she stood up and walked over to the man. It wasn’t until she was next to him that she realized who he was and she was a mixture of happy to see him and worried. “Um.” She had to think on her feet and held out her hand towards the bartender. “I’ll take it from here. Really. I know him. I’ll take his keys.” She confidently took them from the other and slipped Harry’s car keys into her purse. Jubilee’s gaze returned to Harry and she nodded. “I know, darling. Buttttt, the bright side of things is I get to try out your car and tuck ya in? I promise I’ll drive you back in one piece. What do you say?” She tilted her head and flashed him her most convincing and bright smile hoping he wouldn’t fight her. 

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[addressed to Mr. Harry Osborne]

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Harry huffed down the phone line. “Great. Just don’t take your time; it was almost cold, last time.”

“You’re right. I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” Celeste replied. “I’ll have something sent in to you right away.”

<Who have we got in Draco Malfoy’s vicinity? I’d hate for him to wait on his mail. Oh! Great. Text ‘em for me, Phoebe.>

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panemc-deactivated20140525:

“Uh… sloth. I’d just be able to hang out in a tree and move really slow all day.”

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“Yeah - that’d be you. God, what did you think my father was paying you for?” Honestly. The nerve of some people.

“Well, congrats. Have you considered getting a secretary to run these errands?” Celeste looked at Phoebe and indicated the mobile phone.

<Yes, of course I am, you had the idea thirty seconds ago,> Phoebe replied.

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Scenes from an Italian Restaurant || AX Prompt #2

Tagging: Harry Osborn, Liz Allan, Peter Parker [mentioned] Location: New York City, NY Time Frame: Summer, 2012 General Notes: Flashback post~ Enter AU Liz, if only briefly.

“Hello?”

He recognized her voice immediately, her silk-smooth tones taking him back to whirlwind summer breaks spent at Coney Island, alone at the penthouse, that parent-paid week in Rome... He choked down the phone line, “Hi, Liz. You busy tonight? Can I meet you at that old Italian place?”

“..All right.” Her voice hesitated slightly- and then carefully controlled not to show any concern, she asked. “Is it anything serious, anything important?”

“What? No, no,” Harry dismissed her in an instant. He inhaled down the phone line - channeling his grief - before he so much as attempted to continue. His tone was forcefully calm, and yet the occasional word hitched in his throat. “I just..I just wanted to talk to you, okay?”

His former partner was waiting for him at the table. She was tall, one of those dazzlingly-beautiful-without-trying types with a mane of gold falling in loose curls down her back, a spark of electricity in her gaze; the epitome of perfection according to his father. Anything to associate himself with a long-standing, respected name. Did he still want her, Harry asked himself - and the answer was no. She was everything that Norman could’ve wanted in a daughter-in-law, but he could no longer express feelings for her; their affections had grown too old, too fast. He couldn’t bring himself to love her. And there were some things that she could never forgive him for, but they were no longer enemies.

They fell back into that age-old routine as though tonight was like any other of those summer nights, looking out across the ancient skyline with a plate of pasta between them. Wordlessly, she procured a bottle of white from the ice bucket beside her, filling their glasses as he skimmed the menu--

“Harry.”

Their eyes slotted together like a key slipping into a lock, and the thought of intertwining his fingers with hers came as naturally as breathing. It'd be so easy. All he had to do was let go of that ledge of reality he was clinging to. Let it happen..Pull yourself together, He chastised himself internally, forcing himself back into the present.

As the weight of the world returned to his shoulders, her expression softening by the moment; she always had had the innate ability to read him like a book. He offered her a shaky smile, sagging further into his chair. She cast him a knowing look as she pushed his glass towards him, taking her own to her lips; she wasn’t stupid. She’d known all along that this wasn’t about her - it couldn’t be, not after a year and a half; she understood that. This was about Peter (wasn't it always, she could still remember shooting irritably at her once-boyfriend), but she also knew how much Harry hated to be pitied. 

"This is like being on a first date," Liz said with a slight laugh.

"Yeah, except we're nowhere near the Coliseum. And by comparison? It's freezing." He snorted in amusement, wiping his face on his sleeve for the hundredth time, already.

She rolled her eyes with a more assertive smile; there he was. Watery-eyed and a little more hesitant than she remembered, sure - but given the circumstances, she could hardly blame him. They'd both lost a friend that month. "Positive as always, Har."

They laughed, they joked - and they spoke about absolutely nothing. Just as they used to. And Harry knew it was nothing, because by the time a suitably five-star meal was set before them, he didn't know a single thing more about her. For all he knew, she was the exact same person she'd been a year ago. But then, he thought, for him, at least, she would be. If only for tonight. There was time enough to become fully reaquaintanced. There was strength in numbers, he'd always found, and strength allowed him to see things in perspective. "God, I've missed you." He said, smiling into his fourth glass of white, content that at least some things would never quite change.

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Captain Jack - Billy Joel

Just a little push, and you’ll be smilin’!

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Leaning against the counter, Harry nursed a glass of the amber liquid as he glared lazily up at the bartender. “It’s not— It’s not liquor. It’s W-wasser...Water.  Listen, I'm not— you don't gotta worry about me tryin' to...f-fool around with...mess around with anyone—soviel ich weiß. Just give me my keys.” He turned to whatever poor bastard had seated themselves beside him, breathing whiskey-infused air into their face, “Come on. This is ri- ridic...  Stupid. This is stupid.”

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“What, all of you? Wouldn’t that be a waste of everyone’s time?

Look, I just want a coffee. The usual blend.” 

“We’re in the middle of a project at present. Have you considered texting us?”

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26 –28 - Funny Bone,  Religion, Spirituality & Traditions, Blast From the Past

26–Funny Bone

Describe your character’s sense of humor (dry, corny, sarcastic, cynical, high-brow, bathroom, etc.): Sarcastic/cynical.

Tell about the most embarrassing thing that has happened to your character: That one time his then girlfriend publicly chewed him out at a film premiere after party, resulting in a fight and break-up. He woke up the next morning to find that the incident had been embellished and published in a number of magazines/news pages.

Does your character like to tell jokes? Do they like to hear jokes? Occasionally, and yes.

What is your character’s favorite comedy (TV or film) and/or comedian? Comedian - Kathy Griffin. 

Is your character a prankster? If so, what is the most memorable prank they have been a part of? No.

Describe your character’s authentic laugh (the sound, gestures they do, etc.): Fits of silent giggles. 

27–Religion, Spirituality & Traditions

Are they religious? If so, what religion(s) do they practice? No.

Are they devout, casual, or fleeting in their beliefs? Fleeting.

Would they consider themselves spiritual? No.

Would they consider themselves open-minded and accepting of others beliefs or lack thereof? He would, though in reality he can be extremely judgmental/presumptuous.

Where would they say they acquired their core beliefs from? (or lack thereof) His father.

Do they have any traditions (picnics, holidays, etc.) that they put on or participate in? Norman, in that family 

If so, what are they? Who started them? Christmas/Thanksgiving, 4th of July, etc. Norman and Harry, respectively. 

28–Blast from the Past

Describe a favorite memory from their past, including when it took place (age range): Aged 9. One particular sleepover with Peter, when the pair of them broke into the kitchen to make popcorn at some ungodly hour of the morning.

If someone unkind/hurtful from your character’s past showed up on their doorstep to reconcile, how would your character react? Bitterly, in that he wouldn’t bother to hide his disdain. He’d probably get irate and slam the door in their face. Eventually, anyway.

How did your character handle upsetting news in their younger years if it differs from how they handle it now? He’d let it eat away at him now, and he certainly did the same then - and would absolutely act out of spite if he held somebody else accountable. The only real difference is the fact that, now, he doesn’t have temper tantrums over it..Well. Not in the same way.

Is there any particular game, toy or activity from their past that they wish was trendy now? Not particularly.

At the park, what playground attraction did they go to first (merry-go-round, monkey bars, swing, see-saw, slide, sandbox, etc.)? Monkey bars.

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“Yeah, Hawkguy. That’s what I said. Look, I’m sorry. I don’t really keep up with heroes, anymore. You should probably work on the name, though.”

“Yeah I’m not gonna lie. Yeah I am on first name base with ‘em.

Oh the kid got it. Hawkeye and that would be me.”

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“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? So, you’re on first-name terms with Thor and Stark, you obviously have some kinda background wit--- Oh. 

I got it - You’re that Hawk-guy, right? The dude with the bow and arrows?”

“Clever guess. I’m not part of  security.” 

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“Well, I figured you worked in security, or something. Hence your, uh, situation with Tony Stark.”

“It’s can be pretty cool. How do you think?”

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21–24 - Have you ever,  Keeping up with the Joneses, Moral Compass, Talent Show

21–Has your character ever…

Wanted to choose a superpower/different super power? What would it be? (As a child) The ability to absorb knowledge from books/other people etc. Though that probably still doesn’t sound all that bad.

Wanted to change anything physically about themselves? His height. ‘Tall’ is always better than ‘average height,’ apparently. 

Wished they possessed or had a more prominent personality trait about them? Confidence.

Been admitted to a hospital? Yes, though never for much longer than a couple of days - if that.

Done any extreme activities (skydiving, bungee jumping, etc.)? Skydiving once, jet skiing (if that counts)

Built a snowman? Yes.

Burned a basic food item (toast, pasta, etc.)? More times than he’d care to admit.

Held a grudge and never resolved it? Absolutely.

Gotten into a fight in public? Oh yes. More than once.

Split their pants open? No.

Gotten into any sort of legal trouble? Yes. Street racing, drug allegations, underage drinking, drink driving, etc. 

Sung or danced in public? Not while sober.

Gone to a (non birthday/non-holiday) party? Yes.

Skinny dipped? No.

22–Keeping up with the Joneses

Do they want to get married? Yes, eventually.

If they were to marry, would they want a large wedding or a small wedding, or a wedding at all? Small, though he’d probably feel pressured to have a large one.

Do they want to have kids? Yes, though he’s in no rush. At all.

Have they or would they ever consider adoption? No, though he might do, depending on circumstance.

If they aren’t already, what kind of parent do they think they would be like? Devoted, loving

Describe their ideal home (if they don’t already have it): His current one, only without his father. Perhaps on a slightly smaller scale (2 bedrooms).

Would they want pets? If so, what kind(s)? No.

Are they any good with technology? Very much so.

What’s their favorite tech gadget? A desktop 3D printer. He’ll probably never use it and lies forgotten in his father’s penthouse, along with a number of other things he’s probably forgotten that he owns, but it’s a cool thing to have.

23–Moral Compass

Has your character ever used their skills/talents to purposely enact harm on someone else? Technically, no. But he’s used his influence/public presence to (attempt to) inflict bad publicity upon a couple of prominent ex-girlfriends.

To what lengths would your character go to protect a loved one? There is a line, though in extreme situations he'd possibly devote himself to the point of self-sacrifice.

Does the phrase “Turn the other cheek” mean anything to them or do they believe in vengeance? Blackmail? He finds it hard to back down when significantly angered, and certainly isn't above manipulation, blackmail etc. to get what he wants/what he sees as ‘justice.’

Do they believe they are consistent or inconsistent in sticking with their morals/values? Consistent.

Do they generally see the world as black and white, good and evil, victim and evil-doer? Yes.

Would they ever think it’s okay to lie to protect their own loved ones? Yes, though it will bother him if he actually does so.

What are their thoughts on cheating (cheating on a person, cheating to get ahead, cutting corners at work, etc.)? Is it ever forgivable? Cheating on a person? No (within reason). In any other respect, he'll justify it to himself if he’s the one cheating, though generally he'll claim that it's unacceptable.

24–Talent show

What talents/skills does your character possess (aside from super-abilities, if they’re a mutant/super-being)? He has a knack for picking up languages, has an exceptional (though not revolutionary) knowledge of robotics and engineering, in that he's good, but he's not quite at Norman’e level (or Peter Parker’s, for that matter). 

When did they learn about this skill/talent? From the age of 11, speaking languages overseas/secondary school classes. In regards to the science-y stuff, while at school/working with his father (all the way up to the present day)

Have they worked to improve and hone it over time or has it always come naturally to them? With the languages, it came  - relatively - naturally. Otherwise, he's been working to perfect them for the majority of his time in formal education - and tirelessly so. It's more forced, than anything else.

Do they like to show off their talents/skills? Yes.

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shieldsarcher:

“He’s a avengers I work with ‘em so yeah I see him often. He not allowed coffee. Yeah there no signing up.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying. That must be pretty cool. So, what do you do to work with the Avengers?” 

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peternotpanrasputin:

Well there’s always work around the lofts. Something to fix, rents to collect, tenants to meet. Physics. I liked it in high school. Is it tough?

Interesting is one way to describe it.

That doesn’t sound too bad. I think tough’s an understatement, but I’m getting there. I can’t say I was a fan in high school. Your job sounds pretty straightforward, though.

I can imagine. 

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aussie-eva:

I am definitely looking forward to the free stuff! Ohh I thought I recognised you, I had to do an article about Oscorp at work a while ago.  Don’t worry, I was nice.

Oh really? Are you a reporter, then? Well, that’s good. I’m sure it’s appreciated.