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Harry's days of villainy are long over. He’s destroyed his Green Goblin gear and has years of therapy to help him cope with everything that happened to him. Every tie that Harry had to the Goblin is gone except for one.
As he pours his morning coffee, Harry picks up his phone and flicks through his messages.
Mysterio : There’s a relic I require from the Natural History Museum. Is anyone available for a heist tonight?
SandMan : Who still calls things a “relic”???
Dr Octavius: No can do, I’m planning on breaking into Hammer Industries tonight. They have some interesting tech I want to get my hands on.
Electro : Which hands? The human ones or the tentacles :p
Dr Octavius: Hilarious :I
Chameleon: I can help with the museum? I have one of their security guard outfits anyway.
Electro: Why do you have that?
Chameleon: You never know what’ll come in handy!
Vulture: Still in jail, someone come break me out :(
Electro: I can’t help but if you see anything in Hammers electrical engineering department send it my way
Dr Octavius: Get it yourself you lazy fool
Harry rolls his eyes. He’s surprised the Six haven’t noticed that he’s still in the group chat. He never says anything, he just lurks and keeps an eye out for anything to be worried about. Yawning, he swipes the screen to call Peter.
‘Wassup?’ Peter says, sounding even less awake than Harry. Knowing the man, he’s probably still in bed.
‘Mornin’ Pete. I have your daily round up from the Sinister Six.’ He sips his coffee. ‘Mysterio is going to hit the Natural History Museum tonight with Chameleon. Doc Oc is heading for Hammers place. And Vultures still whiny about being in jail.’
‘Busy night ahead, huh? Thanks Harry.’
‘Yup, and you have dinner with me and MJ to show up for.’
‘I do?’
‘It’s MJ’s birthday, you can’t bail on her again Pete.’
‘....I totally forgot.’
‘That’s why I’m giving you the reminder.’ Harry chuckles. ‘I already got a present you can give her, it’ll be delivered to your place at 12.’
Peter lets out a sigh of relief. ‘Thanks Harry. I don’t know what I’d do without you.’
***
Harry’s the first to arrive at the restaurant. He pulls his phone up to check through the chat.
Dr Octavius: That BLASTED SPIDER-MAN. His spider sense must be increasing in power. He beat me to Hammer Industries?!
Chameleon: He got Mysterio too. I got away but Quenton is heading to jail ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Harry smirks, looking up as MJ sits opposite him. She looks absolutely perfect, wearing a t ight black dress and the jewellery he bought her for Christmas.
‘Happy Birthday Miss Watson.’
‘Hey Harry.’ She gives him a warm smile. ‘What are the chances we’ll have Peter and Wade?
‘I gave Pete a heads up about the big crimes of the night, so hopefully they shouldn’t be too long.’
MJ raises an eyebrow.
‘I know.’ Harry shrugs. ‘How about we get some drinks and see what happens?’
They’re half way through their appetisers when Spider-Man and Deadpool burst into the restaurant. Harry laughs as the Hostess looks like she’s gone into shock. Deadpool's suit is covered in soot and burnt in a few places. Spider-Man has bandages covering his bicep and another bandage around his knee. He’s leaning against Deadpool to steady himself as they try to talk to the Hostess.
Harry excuses himself and walks over, putting on his most winning smile. ‘Hi, they’re with me.’
‘Mr Osborn.’ She squeaks. ‘We can’t… They're covered in dirt? We have a dress code. Even if they are …heroes?’
‘That’s right.’ Wade finger guns.
‘I’d be happy to pay for anything that’s damaged while they’re here.’ Harry smiles.
‘I suppose…’
Before she changes her mind, Harry grabs Peter's arm and pulls him to the table, helping him support his weight to avoid aggravating his clearly injured leg.
‘Hey Spidey!’ MJ beams. ‘Long night?’
‘Just another day at the office.’ Peter huffs out a small chuckle as he falls into a seat.
‘We brought the present!’ Wade declares excitedly, dropping the gift on the table.
Harry pinches the bridge of his nose when he spots the state of the package. It’s battered and covered in webbing from where Peter must have stuck it to a wall to keep it out of harms way.
‘You know that was fragile right?’ He leans in to whisper to them as MJ prods at the webs.
Peter and Wade both stare at him in horror under their masks.
Harry waits a few seconds before laughing. ‘Couldn’t resist. It’s fine. You’re good.’
‘You’re the worst.’ Peter grumbles as he pulls out his web dissolvant to free the package.
MJ opens the battered box, pulling out a small pile of books. ‘Oh perfect!’ She grins as she reads through the titles of the Avengers biographies.
As MJ flicks through the Captain America book, Peter gives Harry a tired, grateful smile. Harry winks at him. It’s taken a lot of work to get their friendship back, but Harry is so grateful that they did it. He can’t imagine life without his best friend.
‘So tempted to send a picture of you flipping off the camera to the group chat.’ He tells Peter with a smirk.
Peter laughs, pulling his mask up to his nose and sticking his tongue out at Harry. ‘Wouldn’t want to get you kicked out of the Sinister Six now, would we?’ He chuckles.
‘Definitely not, you might have to start doing some actual work.’ Harry laughs as Peter very lightly kicks his leg under the table.