How do you put back a world that was never there to begin with? What can you hold on to when all there is to grasp is a ghost? A memory that never was.
Peter is on his own, watching over MJ from a distance. But as he does, the world begins to shift...
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The music pulsed, and Harry couldn't think straight with the way MJ was moving in front of him. Every time she leaned against him, he thought he was going to lose it.
Get it together...
But it was just too fun. He smirked, bringing MJ closer, spinning her around.
He was so mesmerized he almost didn't notice the blonde in the corner of the bar with a direct line of view to the both of them. She leaned against the wall, wearing a black mesh shirt with nothing but a bra-let underneath, and a leather skirt. She chewed on the straw of her drink like she wanted to sink her fangs into something...or someone.
When Harry did look up, she made direct eye contact with him.
Got you..
Once they locked eyes, like a rabbit in a snare, he stiffened as she raised her eyebrows at him, her calculating eyes narrowing at him as if to say
Who's the new plaything Osborne..?
Katarina Fisk. She had been on his tail for weeks. It started out innocently enough... after all she was the one who got her Uncle, Wilson Fisk, to go in with him on the club.
Harry had showed her how grateful he was...a few times...He showed her in the coat closet, in the elevator of his penthouse... in the back seat of his car....
It was only afterwards that he discovered her obsession with him. He had tried to warn her the same as he always did anyone got close- to not expect anything from him, because he had nothing to give.
He couldn't deny, she had healed his loneliness for a time.. before he met Ned and MJ.
It wasn't until he met them that he truly even wanted to get close to anyone, because they actually made him feel like someone gave a shit about him. That they were good. And maybe that meant he could be better.
But that didn't seem to sit well with her.
The moment she sensed him pulling away, she sunk her claws in tighter.
She had seen him text MJ about coffee, and the next thing he knew she pushed him into the closest room she could find to take him, and left the biggest damn hickey on his neck he had ever seen, as well as slice marks from her nails on his chest to mark her territory. They had stayed with him for days.
He had told her she was insane. She said he should've known that from the start.
After that fight that night, he hadn't seen her...he thought she was gone for good.
But here she was. Planning his murder, likely, from the corner of his own bar.
