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Now that I think of it...
...should I write a second part to the story and see where it goes??
The story:
Small Lab Accident
~ Parksborn2017 one-shot, by: @magickizu (me)~
"Hey Pete, what's up?-"
"I.. I need help..now...", Harry was immediately on edge, as he heard his best friend and secret crush, speaking quietly from the other side of the phone.
"Where are you." Any other questions have to wait, if Peter Parker asks for help, it's more than serious.
"I'm in my Lab, at Horizon. Just- please hurry...?"
"I'll be there in five." With that the raven hung up and grabbed his glider, it'll be the fastest. Yes, his best friend knows that Harry is the Goblin, as well as he knows that the other is the Spiderman- just another reason to worry! If spiderman asks for help, instead of doing a solo trip- it's a deadly threat to the whole of new york or even more. Even though it was sorta weird... Harry could have sworn it sounded a little like a whine?
It's already late enough for the sun to set, and of course only Petey-boy is in school. All the better, no one saw Harry get there so fast. He hammered on the locked door.
"Pete! What happened!?" The door opens and the young Osborn stumbles as he rushes in, scanning the room to find... nothing. Well, except Peter that is, who's sitting at his desk with his hood up. Then the door closes.
"...promise you won't laugh..."
"wha-... What's going on-"
"Just promise, okay!?" Harry staggered a bit. was... Was that growling?!? Harry nods, still a bit red in the face from the speed he came in with. In return, Peter also nods and then takes his hood off...
"It's really, very embarrassing. I had a little accident- just don't!" The brunette pouts, as he already sees his best friend, and also secret crush, beginning to smirk. He sighs in relief and even huffs a little chuckle. It doesn't help the fact that Peter's fluffy new uhhh... Appendages? Are tugged tightly to his body, while his whole face grows bright red in absolute embarrassment. "Aaahhrg!! It was a mistake to call you! I'm sorry...", the puppy hid in his arms, crossed on his desk. He WISHES he could just sink into the ground... Well, technically maybe not the ground, since this isn't the ground floor. So how could that even work? Where does this saying even come from? From sinkholes? Must be, since the hypothetical state of super liquid was only hypothetically found later on...or did it-
-"Damn, Peter... You really had me worried for a moment there. You okay, aside that?" Harry leans against the desk, standing next to the other, who simply nods once still hidden in arms. Slowly he calms himself down, from the thoughts of what would happen if super liquid Peter would seep into the floor. "...you know, they're not that bad?? I mean, I think- ONE MIgHt think, one, that it's... -How did it happen anyway?" The raven tries to change the topic, as he feels the heat sneak onto his face of nearly admitting to finding his best friend cute. Oh boy... Harry definitely deserves a medal for surviving this evening. Especially now: the still embarrassed, but less red, pouting puppy slowly comes out of his hoodie-fortress of solitude and, god bless, his fluffy tail's slightly wagging from the implied praise. This is way too adorable, that Harry would have ever forgiven him, if it wasn't him he called first. Never ever.
"I...I took a sample of the goo, last time one of those human-animal hybrids led us to an outpost... Since there's been an uprising of those incidents lately and the composition is different from Warren's work. These guys must've based it on his work, but complicated it to make it more efficient- the core structure is at least similar enough to believe so..." He comes out more, his tail wagging casually from his little nerdy tirade, the raven could only smile at that. What a dork... His dork. "ANYWAY!!- What I meant to say is, I just managed to break it down a little, which is why these symptoms are so small apparently..."
"Okay, that explains... your situation. Did you find out anything else?"
"Uhhh.... Yes, actually! There has to be direct skin contact with the goo, for an "infection" to start and according to my calculations, these symptoms should seize after a couple hours, due to my simplifications... But I just CAN'T go home like this!! What would aunt May say!?-" Peter drifts into a little panic, but Harry on the other hand can't really concentrate on anything other than his crush looking freaking adorable. He can't get it off his mind, most definitely not, when he gets reminded with a flick of an ear, nor by their constant bouncing when the brunett gestures wildly again.
"Hey, Pete. May I.. try something?" Said person cocks his head slightly to the side, like the curious puppy he currently is and nods. And he swears- if this was an anime and not real life, he'd be in the ground already. Here lies Harry Theopolis Osborn, died of blood loss from constant nose bleeding.
He slowly reaches over to him, carefully beginning to pet the other. At first the puppy is a bit sceptical, when slowly and gradually he starts enjoying it. His tail is fully wagging, he's leaning forward and further into the other's touch. Literally, best feeling ever right now.
While Harry just can't anymore. Not only does he demand a platinum medal, a gigantic feast and ceremony, as well as a city key when this is over, for an outstanding amount of self control! He is so lost in thoughts, he doesn't realise that he stops petting, until some small whimpering breaks him free. Peter looks up at Harry with his big, green, sparkling eyes and droopy ears.
"..why did you stop..?" It really took every last ounce, drop and smudge of self restraint, not to kiss and pounce him. But instead Harry took a deep breath, couldn't help but smile and kept petting. Sure, he loves Peter, with the whole of his heart. ...which is exactly why he won't try anything that might just scare him away. Harry wouldn't know what to do, if he'd lose him in any way. So he just keeps quiet for now. His thoughts start spinning again, as Peter fully enjoys this simple touch of affection and closeness. Very quietly, the raven mumbles something under his breath:
"...you're my adorable dork..."
And yes, let's be real there is NO Reality in which Harry Osborn is ANYTHING REMOTELY close to straight and ONLY feels platonic for his "Best Friend"!
Convince me otherwise! You can't!