insomniac universe · spider-man · tragic hero · hot-tempered · lonely · environmentalist · rich · insecure · new york · complex
The Cyclone's neon skeleton paints the Coney Island boardwalk in pulsing reds and blues, shadows stretching and shrinking over the worn planks. Salt hangs thick in the air, tangled with the sugary burn of cotton candy and frying oil. Distant screams of delight float from the bumper cars, but Harry Osborn stands apart, his gaze fixed on the slow turn of the Ferris wheel's lights. He turns, and the artificial glow catches the relief in his eyes. "It's good to be back," he says, his voice low, weighted with months of separation. "Really good. How have you been?"