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SINISTER SIX (TASM Universe Fan-Fic) PROLOGUE P R O L O G U E:SINISTER SIX (TASM Universe Fan-Fic) PROLOGUE by TheDarkRinnegan
In the deepest, darkest reaches of the so-called Ravencroft Institute, separated from the rest of mankind, behind a large cell door. Was the broken son of a man, his mind now twisted ever since the spider-venom turned him into his…inner monster. This man was none other than Harry Osborn , son of the once-great Norman Osborn.
One particular thought in his mind related to his father, which was whether or not he would be disgusted by Harry’s new self, or proud that he’d actually done something at all. Alas, Harry would never know…
The cell door behind him opened, and in entered the Gentleman. His true name was Gustav Fiers, although people rarely called him by that name except for maybe relatives and close associates, and while Harry was one of his close associates…he still chose to not use the name for whatever reason. Harry, his back turned to Gustav and facing the broken mirror, started the conver
Harry Osborn x Reader - Broken GlassHarry Osborn x Reader - Broken Glass by thepillarsofcreation
[E/C] eyes watched with a poorly hidden sadness as Harry Osborn threw glass after glass down against his kitchen floor. The dark circles under his eyes had come to look like bruises, and she could only guess the sort of pain that went on inside his chest. Inside his mind.
“Harry…” she spoke softly. He didn’t respond. Only reached into his cupboard, grabbed another plate, and slammed it against the tile. It shattered loudly with its shards spraying out around his feet. The woman bit down onto her lip, her stare momentarily falling to the ground before looking back up to him. She stepped towards him, careful to avoid the sharp bits of broken glass. Harry had turned to reach for another dish, but before he had the chance she’d wrapped his body in her thin arms, pressing her face into his back. “Harry, it’s okay,” she whispered kindly. “Everything is going to be okay.”
The young corporate head went rigid in her embrace. “No
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