"Timebroker could have taken me out of my world at any time, but he chose an exploding building.  A suspicious one - with the Storms back in Latveria and the Hand inactive in the city since Murdock went to jail, there shouldn't be anyone able to sneak in and set it without setting off my spider-sense.  So I think Timebroker caused it.  But if I don't do what he wants and get back home exactly when I left, I'm not the one that pays the price for it."  Her eyes flick to MJ when she gets to that part.

"Speaking of Spider-sense, Rocket found something very disturbing when talking to that assassin you have working the door, and I need more details."


OOC: Gwen said her first name when introducing Cable to everyone in the alley.  She did not stop you from rifling through her id, and her first AND last names have been said through the telepathic channel by Sue and Tigro. (possibly others) So I think we're covered here.

"That's as good a theory as any of the ones I have."  She writes her own name in the margins, with a question mark.  "Try to keep everyone from dying is pretty much what I normally do anyway, so we'll just stick with that until we have something concrete."



"Well that was badass.  And makes me feel better.  Have you considered carrying around a pair of those SHIELD stun batons until this gets sorted out?"  She's emotional at this request, because losing two MJs in the same day would be really messed up.  And obviously stun batons are less likely to end up with someone being dead than the swords would be.



When Rocket finishes and offers 'pirate space cuffs' Gwen says, "I usually just web my opponents to things to restrain them.  It's pretty effective.  I guess this would be better if it's someone really big or if they have claws or fire."

Rhino was just mentioned as someone potentially guarding this building, and he can't be restrained by normal webs, so there could be a use for it.
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Rocket barely looks up from whatever bit of tech he's tinkering with.  (Vaguely resembles a rocket-propelled claw with some kind of injection system.  Has a small antenna.)  "Oh yeah, that.  Turns out Oscorp has recently finished a little serum that can negate Peter's ability to dodge the shots from exceptionally talented professional marksmen.  Said marksman also told me you stuck him to a garbage truck, and that's hilarious.  ...Don't tell him how you found out, unless you have a serum to give me 'spider dodging.'  No idea how he's supposed to inject it into your body with said ability, but it exists somewhere.  If we're unlucky they'll shift it from liquid to gas.  If we're lucky, Osborn and his goons are actually on our side like Bullseye believes.  Unrelated, a picture of your head is worth a lot."  With that said, Rocket will scrap the idea he was working on and start tinkering something else together.

((OOC: He certainly won't finish any designs though.))

"I'm more worried about the... other."  Rocket glances around a touch as he says that, not sure how open the conversation should be.  "I bounty hunt live targets for a living.  The funny guy?  I hear not so much."

"Soo... Is space/time waiting for someone to say something stupid before everything goes down?  It's usually Quill."

((OOC: Too meta? :3 ))

"I don't think I need to point out how important spider-sense is to our situation since it also helps us get other people out of the way of those shots.

So, just... quick recap.  Norman sends clones to torture you, has a bunch of villains working for him, found a way to shut off our spider-sense, and threw your Gwen off a bridge... And you're working with him?"
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Peter makes a face. "I'm not... working with Norman. I work for Tony, Norman works for SHIELD, who works for Tony. Even as the Director, Tony can't just shut down the Thunderbolts program. It's..." Peter grimaces even further, like the lemon he's sucking on just grew a few too many legs. "... working."

"Norman's working for SHIELD, and the Thunderbolts are working for SHIELD... and at least for now, that means they're saving lives instead of taking them. And if we can convince more powered criminals to come in from the cold..."

Peter finally swallows his imaginary lemon demon. "There's a future where SHIELD doesn't need the likes of Norman Osborn anymore, and he'll face justice the right way. I have to believe in that."

Peter frowns. "Norman's had it for awhile. He's used it on me before, but I didn't think he'd be willing to share it."

"Jameson's never paid that much, but he's probably not going to buy my pictures anymore anyway," he says, "Tony's enemies can afford a lot more than my enemies, and they can't afford to get past Stark security."
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Gwen thinks, I just got past Stark security.  It's not that good.

Gwen made Peter feel bad about this - and honestly she's probably done worse.     "If you think this the right thing, I'm with you.  I've worked with people I don't trust too.  This world is obviously different, since that wasn't Samantha Wilson as Captain America on that newspaper, Norman is a supervillain instead of the Green Goblin being Harry trying to avenge your death, and Tony Stark doesn't mostly sell coffee.

Probably better he has those gauntlets than Frank Castle anyway.  Unless..."
Is it both?
"Nevermind.  There's too much different, and most of it doesn't matter.

Why don't we try to enjoy the quiet time and the cheesy movies with our friends while we have it?  I know it can't last."

The four of you stay up way too late, mostly just enjoying each other's company. When you eventually fall asleep, you crash hard, and you are awakened too early by shouting in Peter and Mary Jane's living room.

"Why the Hell didn't you tell me, Pete? Did you forget?"

"Look, it all happened in a hurry, okay? We had to be sure, it was... it wasn't... how did you find out so quickly, anyway?"

"How do you think I heard? My father told me."

Bitterness creeps into Peter's voice. "Did you stop to consider maybe that's why I didn't tell you?"

You feel the shockwave before you hear the crash.

Harry Osborn is leaving the apartment, without bothering to close the door behind him. Mary Jane is helping Peter extricate himself from the living room wall; there's a cut on his cheekbone, trickling blood, and the beginnings of an impressive bruise are forming around it. Mary Jane looks at Gwen and Rocket helplessly and half-shrugs as her husband shakes bits of drywall and broken glass and potting soil out of his boxer shorts.

Gwen runs out of the guest bedroom, still dressed in the t-shirt and shorts from last night.  She takes a quick look and asks Pete,

"Is this about you revealing your identity, or about me being here?"  Gwen wants to know if she should try to follow Harry and smooth this out - or if that would make it worse.
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"You," he confirms. "Sorry, Gwen. I should have realized... something. I don't know. It's my fault."

Gwen doesn't need to hear any more.  She makes the same hand-motion Peter makes when he triggers his webs and sends a web-line through the door to pull herself onto the ceiling in the hallway.
OOC: Since Gwen is wearing a t-shirt and nothing on her wrists, this would let them know that she can make webs on her own.

She stands on the ceiling and starts running along it in the direction of the noise, yelling "Harry, wait!"

Gwen's t-shirt defies gravity by not falling "upwards" but her hair doesn't.
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Rocket wakes with a start, jumping up on the chair with his gun drawn.  Its hum implying he nearly puts holes in something, and his inhaled breath soon after implying he nearly shouted.  'Krutacking Quill!  ...wait, dead, copy self, fell asleep.'  After a couple seconds Rocket lets out a sigh and puts his gun away.

By the time MJ looks to Rocket, he's out of the chair and moving to help pull Peter from the wall and dust him off.  Soon after, he takes a sidestep to dodge out of Gwen's way.

As soon as Rocket figures Harry is out of earshot, he pipes up.  "So, that was a son of the guy who made the anti-spider serum?  You make friends as terribly as I do."  Rocket chuckles.  "I honestly thought everything was going to go to hell last night, nice to see something close to normal.  I sure hope this isn't a week long gig (or worse) given the indefinite workload we got ahead of us with the multiple failing timelines.  Could we a get a giant list of your friends to keep an eye on and where to find them?  I didn't realize this was going to take days.  If it turns to months I'll take you guys on a space tour.  Honorary Guardians of the Galaxy!  It'll be fun!"

Rocket's cheerful expression doesn't take long to switch to one of contemplation, complete with tapping finger.  'For Quill at least.  Other me would hate it.  I wonder if Groot is alive here?  A bit too awkward to randomly call him up, especially if I'm around.'

Harry stops, and sighs heavily, and runs his hand over his hair. He turns to you; he looks very much like your Harry, though much older, and more rugged looking. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Gwen. Not one of my finer moments." He offers his hand to you. "And before we've even been properly introduced. I'm Harry Osborn," he says, bowing, "... and I was once very good friends with your alternate-reality doppelganger."

Peter stares at you, flabbergasted, trying to decide whether or not he should be offended. Despite himself, he starts laughing. "I think that might take awhile, Rocket. I've got a lot of friends and I think most of them want to punch me in the mouth right now." He stands up and stretches out, cracks his neck and shakes his joints loose like a pre-fight boxer. "Most of them don't hit that hard, luckily."

"I'll pass on the space tour, though. I've been out there a few times and it never ended well for me."

In reply to Timebroker (msg # 40):

"I know who you are, Harry.  You're not that old."  Gwen says.  She drops off the ceiling, twists in the air to land on her feet, and then moves in to give Harry a hug.  "I know how Pete's death affected you, and I'm sure mine wasn't easier.  It's also like five in the morning, and you didn't have to punch him just because I didn't booty-call you.  It was late and I sorta dropped into the middle of a war.

My understanding is the two of you are on the same side in this thing, right?"

OOC:  The actual time may not be 5am.  It feels like five in the morning to Gwen since she's jet-lagged, and neither musicians nor spider-people tend to get up early.

She lets go of the hug.  Takes a look at his hands.  Are they green?  Do they have claws?  "Can the three of you get along for breakfast or do you want to go to Starkbucks downstairs?"

Surely the Stark headquarters must have their signature coffee chain in the lobby.
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Harry returns the hug warmly. "Booty-ca--?" He laughs. "No wonder Pete didn't call me." In a softer tone, he adds, "That couldn't have been very long ago, for you. I'm sorry for your loss."



He holds you at arms-length to look at you. "Gwen, I... I don't think we're doing the right thing, here, but I don't think the way Captain America is going to fight this is any better. I'm not on Stark's side... I'm on Peter's."

"I never had a choice with the whole 'secret identity' thing, and... let's just say I don't trust Tony Stark's promises that SHIELD can keep those identities secure." He lets go of your shoulders and chuckles. "For obvious reasons."

"Pete and I are fine, Gwen," he says, though there's a haunted look in his eyes. He absentmindedly reaches up to his face, where you notice part of his "rugged" look comes from a number of faded burn scars around his right eye."We've had to forgive each other for a lot worse than this."

Harry catches himself, smiles, and abruptly changes the subject. "There's a Duncan's Donuts downstairs... but nobody's called it a 'Starkbucks' since the acquisition." He winks. "I made a killing on that deal. They only call it 'insider trading' when you're not actually an insider."

In reply to Timebroker (msg # 43):

"I think our worlds are kinda like a mirror.  At least for Spider stuff.  We don't have enough superheroes for whatever the rest of this is.

I'm on Peter's side too, and you should probably apologize.  Come back to the apartment, eat something.  That way I don't have to go downstairs looking like I haven't showered this decade.  If Pete and Em Jay didn't mind me inviting a talking rabbit over, inviting you for breakfast will be fine.  Pete can probably hear me from here with the door open, and he hasn't said no.  Maybe stash the weapons with POTTS or Rocket?


Once she sees Harry is self-concious about the scar, Gwen looks back to his hands.  You have powers without being transformed.  That's new."  Gwen spent weeks in Madripoor with Harry while running from that Black Ops team.  The mutation had up and down days, but never once did his left hand turn back until the radiation treatment drew it out and created Venom.

"I did tell SHIELD to keep my name secret.  But my friends get to know."
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"Weapons? All I've got on me are a couple of pumpkins and the remote to the glider. Why don't you go get cleaned up while I smooth things over with Pete and MJ?" He leans in close to you and jokingly whispers, "She's packing better than I am. Have you ever seen a model with a purse that big?"

"And, besides, how could I possibly say 'no'? I've never had breakfast with a talking rabbit before."



"I guess that means that Harry 'booty call' Osborn is the Green Goblin in your timeline, too? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I didn't start taking the Goblin formula until after... my father died. The first time. He actually transforms into, like... a big green goblin?"

As an afterthought, lowering his voice so Peter and MJ can't hear him, "Please tell me that Norman didn't kill your friend, your Peter Parker."



"That's the thing, Gwen. I'm your friend, always, but it wasn't your friends who told me." He winces, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Oh, goddammit, and this is exactly why."
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"It's way worse than that.  Peter's death was all my fault."

Gwen gets really quiet as she walks back to the apartment.  She says the rest in front of everyone else.


"The Green Goblin was what Flash used to call you - he found your D&D stuff when you transferred and wanted someone to make fun of.  That's when I told Pete we had to be friends with you.  Norman never had anything to do with it, he never did anything to me worse than disapproving of your choice in girlfriend.

You spent some time with SHIELD and then you used the Goblin name to hunt down Spider-Woman.  It's Peter's Lizard-Serum under the hood.  Whatever they changed in it over those two years let you recognize me when I took the mask off.  I guess your powers are different here."

and then to lighten the mood a little, "Why pumpkins?  My Harry used D&D item names for most of his tech."

Gwen points to Rocket and says "Harry, meet Rocket - he's another refugee."

Then she looks at MJ.  "Is it ok if Harry comes back to clean up some of his mess?"
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"D&D, huh? Huh." He gives Peter some side-eye. "It's all Norman's gear, just like it's his Goblin formula. I've been making adjustments... mostly to reduce the side effects... but I've kept the aesthetics."

"Whether I like it or not, the Green Goblin is my family's legacy. I can hide from it, or I can try to make it stand for something other than insanity and murder." He touches his face again. "Norman's only interested in the military applications of the formula, super-soldiers. I've been diversifying OsCorp into pharmaceuticals and peacetime biotechnologies"



Mary Jane smiles at you reassuringly. "Of course, dear. This isn't the first time these two idiots have gotten into a fight."

Peter gets as far as "Hey, it wasn't my--" before he withers under her baleful gaze.

Em Jay's looks are lethal.  Gwen is more terrified of her than a lot of the villains she's fought.

"Weirdly I miss that.  It's exactly what I'm afraid of about this war though.  Someone is going to do something that can't be fixed."

That thought triggered a lightbulb from something Harry said.  "Wait, did you say Norman died?  'The first time?'  And you talked to him last night?"

OOC: I'll wait for Rocket to contribute before I go any further.

Rocket sounds the cheeriest he's been sense getting to this timeline.  "You say that like it isn't normal.  I got plenty of friends that need a fractured jaw.  Thankfully, 'a while' seams to be what we got.  If you're busy, we could keep com lines open."  Rocket will pull out his earpiece and offer it to Peter.

Rocket mellows out a bit, and lifts an eyebrow.  "You were in space?  Really?  Been to Nowhere?  Nova Corp?  Asguard?  Halfworld?   ...scratch that last one.  Obviously not Halfworld."

Rocket's eyes light up as he glances back to the hallway, ears now upright.

_"Ex-Rabbit." Rocket mutters at that line, his ears drooping down a bit. 'Wait, are the Rabbits normally mute here? I'm missing something.'

Rocket will offer a bow.  "Refugee, former Rabbit, whatever other nonsense you likely overheard."  Unless prompted further, Rocket gives Harry a quick visual inspection (for his most likely key-keeping pouch), then move back to the chair he slept in.

((OOC: Bad day to sleep in, goodness.))

Peter takes the earpiece, and slides it into his left ear. So unhygienic. "I've been to Knowhere, once. Never been to the Nova HQ." He makes a painfully inadequate attempt to look dignified standing on a pile of rubble in his underwear. "And I actually own an estate on Asgard, a gift from the Queen, that I haven't gotten to see for myself yet."

_"Ex-Rabbit." Rocket mutters at that line, his ears drooping down a bit. 'Wait, are the Rabbits normally mute here? I'm missing something.'</quote>

"Ex-Rabbit?" Harry puzzles it out for a second. "Like some kind of Rabbit organization? No, I meant the Earth animal. There's a couple different species, four-legged, only a few of them get to be about your size. Not real chatty outside of cartoons. I'm sorry, I thought you must have been related somehow."



He's wearing fairly typical human male jacket and trousers. You've already noticed the two probable grenades in his jacket pocket, and your best guess for where he's hiding the remote would be one of his front trouser pockets, like most humans keep their vehicle keys.

You're pretty sure he doesn't notice you casing him.

In reply to Rocket (msg # 49):

"Sorry.  Former Rabbit.  And I'll pass on the space tour.  I have enough trouble telling which direction is down here and I'm still adjusting to Asgard being non-mythical.

I thought this was the safest building around?  First I break in and now this?". Gwen gestures towards the mess.

When she went outside she wasn't wearing shoes, now with all the debris on the floor she has ballet flats, and it's unclear when they got there unless anyone was paying attention to her feet.  She makes a ball of webbing to get some of the dirt/debris to stick to - though her cleaning efforts aren't the most effective.

"Oh, uh, I figured you were gonna link that to your coms.  I only got the one, and Earth tech may need tinkering."  Unrelated, the earpiece was surprisingly clean, having been held in place with a tuft of fur near the ear's entrance.

"You have an Asguardian vacation home?  Looks like you need to give me the space tour, and I live in space."

Rocket tilts his head to the side, eyeing Harry suspiciously as he tries to figure out if that was an insult or not. "Earth animal?  Really?  And you don't know about the Black Rabbits?"  Rocket decides to register that the apology meant it was an unintended insult, and re-validates his current opinion of Wade.  Rocket shakes his head.  'Of course the Black Rabbits aren't a thing here.  I've only raided the planet a few times after all, and those went well.'  "Apology accepted, I suppose.  There's really a similar looking species that runs around on Earth with the same name?  That's... one crazy coincidence."

"Space Tour as in 'pulled out of warzone' tour.  Let my other self handle the mess."

"Speaking of comms, my phone doesn't have signal in this dimension.  And no offense, but I don't want one from SHIELD."  Gwen's phone, which she pulls out of her pocket, has an Oscorp logo, but is thinner and has less screen bezel than anything commercially available on Earth in 2006.