Day 10.
Today was going terribly when Harry was overpowered by Carl this morning. Although, things started to look up when the goblin suddenly surrendered his ability to drive with no warning. But something was off. Goblin wasn't mad or pouty... he was scared. When the Osborn got control over himself back, he quickly figured out why.
"Peter!!" Harry shouted while sprinting up the spiral staircase. The fear in his voice was noticeable even through all his panting. The emo had been outside before, running as fast as he could to here.
His boyfriend, Peter, was sewing up some of the fresh holes in his suit from a pretty gnarly battle a few days ago. But Parker had learned a big lesson back in 2014, and he refused to fuck up again. So he tossed what he was working on aside and quickly came to Harry's aid. Before he could even ask what was wrong, his partner had tripped and collapsed into his arms, shaking. Peter hadn't seen him this scared since-
"Pete-- Pete they-" Harry huffed, trying to catch his breath to be able to actually explain what had him so worked up.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"They- they know I'm not at the-"
"Hey, breathe." Peter demanded, reeling Harry into his chest to force him to stop rambling (hah, short). It was a practice that he did since he was so much taller than the young adult. Harry's go to was to just slap his pale hand over the hero's mouth. It was way lamer, but it did the trick.
It took Harry quite a while to finally catch his breath and relax. The overwhelming anxiety that he was running out of time to warn everybody with what was going on, was crushing him. But, even if he was stronger than Spider-Man, he knew Peter was right. A warning can only be efficient if the people understand what they're being warned of. Finally, his takes of air began to become calmer and less hyperventilating.
"Do you feel better?" Peter asked while pulling the small figure out so that he could actually answer.
"I think so, yeah... thank you." Osborn was sincere, but he was still overthinking the entire situation. Hopefully taking a small break to breathe didn't cause him to run out of time.
"Okay. So, what's wrong?"
"Ashley knows I'm not at the facility. When Carl got locked outside, he tried to break in, but something happened he... he rushed back to his room with no warning. When I was able to get back into the control room, there were at least five transportation trucks making their way on the property. They're coming back for me, Pete.."
Shit, it sucked to be right sometimes. Peter didn't know how to respond. Quentin had wiped the memory of both OsCorp and Ravencroft to lighten the dangers in everyday life. There had been a ton of close calls but again, with the help of the rich guy's husband and his teleporting ability, Ravencroft was just an annoying bump in a road.
"Are you sure they're still interested in you?" Peter asked, "I'm not trying to sound like a dick with a big ego or anything, but you haven't been their attention for a while... do you think they're here for me?"
"That would be the case, but when Quentin took their memories they don't remember wanting you and your brothers, all they remember is that I was a long term subject there... now that they know I'm missing they're coming back to pick me up, and I don't know what to fucking do!" Harry yelled. The panic was clear from his voice cracks and heavy breathing. It wasn't fair... Osborn had done nothing wrong, but he had to suffer because of his father.
"Did they see you run in here?"
"I don't know..." Harry said softly as he refused to make eye contact. If Peter knew his boyfriend well (which he did), he knew he was definitely blaming himself right now for dragging such a serious problem here. Not on his watch.
"Hey," Peter coo'd while moving the man's chin upward so that he could see his face, "This isn't your fault, alright? It's going to be okay. Even if they saw you run in the house, we still have those hidden rooms, right? We'll all be safe in there. We can warn everyone through the group chat and just wait it out."
Harry wanted to protest Peter's first point because how was it not his fault? He was the guinea pig the cooperation wanted so badly. He had brought them straight here, to everybody else. But, for the sake of Parker's caring heart... he'd simply agree.
"Okay... you're right."
"It'll all be fine, I promise." Peter smiled.
Harry returned a smaller smile before untangling himself from Peter's grip. They had made a short plan before leaving. Parker was closing curtains while Osborn was sending the message to let everybody know that trucks were patrolling and may or may not try to enter themselves. After that, it was time to pack a small bag. Judging by how serious this is, they'd probably be in there at least a week, best to come prepared with stuff that Quentin lacks.
Tony was doing horrible, as usual. He was reflecting on the insane shit he pulled yesterday. He was so sure that it would have worked... and it did... until he messed up, again. Why didn't he take off the moment he felt the realm against his fingertips.
It was so bad, in fact, that his kid was pulling an ex-wife. Tony had anxiety pills, they used to be mandatory, but he was given permission to stop taking them when he and Quentin's relationship grew stronger. Now with that missing puzzle piece and insane desperation... it would be smarter to be put back on medication. He had fought Peter tooth and nail about it, but obviously there wasn't much you could do against Spider-Man himself.
If he didn't hide his mental health well, he'd probably be put back on his sleep medication too. Stark hated being prescribed to things, it made him feel weak, like something was wrong with him. I mean, a lot was, that was true, but it wasn't like a Stark to admit defeat, all he knew was to fight. It was all he was ever taught. Or maybe the real reason was he was scared.
The medication was working as it soothed his mind to make room for relaxation. He couldn't do that. Quentin wasn't unsealed, and if he gave in, he might as well never be. Tony *had* to work. He had to figure this out. He had to. Not only that, but he'd be letting so many people down if he couldn't rescue everybody's favorite fishbowl.
He'd be letting Quentin down, who is counting on the one person he trusts more than anything, to get him out of that box.
Tony could only glare at Peter from the comfort of one of the sofas. His hands stuck together by the web like chemical to stop him from sneakily working. It was pretty clear, though, Stark wasn't mad. He knew the kid was doing this for his health. And he really did appreciate that someone cared about his well-being... but it just wasn't going to help like everyone was thinking it would.
Harry was the one to explain to his technical brothers the situation at hand. After all, most of them had been brought from that awful place. Peter 3 was busy explaining it to everybody else such as Gwen, Peter 2 and his Harry. Cricket was the one to panic, but was calmed down quickly when explained that the room they were in right now had never been found by enemies. And it never will be.
Chris wasn't worried, he was one of the few to outsmart his guards... but to be fair, he had been rescued by Quentin just as everybody else, so perhaps his ego was just a bit too high about the whole thing. Lucien pretended not to care, that was his go to. Jason just shrugged at the news, he wasn't concerned either. Jesse voiced a little worry, but it was quickly dismissed by a sex joke that he remembered hearing from one of the nurses when he had been running. Andrew was the only one to ask the question everybody was thinking.
"Do you guys think we'll ever see Quentin again?"