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It's a quiet night. Her father is asleep early and none of his friends are over. There isn't really anything to bother her. Peter hasn't come back yet, he always leaves and returns at odd times.
It's late.
Ursula pours herself over a book in the bit of lamplight that she can salvage. She's on a particularly good page when the sound of footsteps on the staircase outside catches her attention. The teapot on the stove whistles and she dashes over to silence it, turning off the heat.
Instead of hearing Peter struggle to open the door, as usually happens with him, someone knocks. Not on theirs, but Peter's.
Peter hardly gets visitors, other than his aunt, and occasionally MJ. And especially not at this hour.
She opens their door to see that it isn't Peter. A taller man with curly brown hair stands in front of Peter's apartment door. He doesn't move as he stares at it. His suit makes him look awfully out of place.
She watches as he knocks again and then deflates, turning to leave.
"He's not here right now," Ursula says, opening the door fully so he can see her.
The man looks up at her in surprise. "Well, yeah, I could tell-"
"Sorry," She steps back a little, "I don't know when he'll be back- Would you like some tea?"
He shakes his head, holding onto his arm. "That's alright, I can leave."
"You came all this way," Ursula hums, trying to figure out why this man would be here. "And I have some already made-" She wants to know more about Peter's friend, perhaps and doesn't wish to be lonely. She knows she probably won't get out in a while. "We can wait for him."
The man bites his lip, looking off to the side. "Fine," He manages, and she nods quickly, leading him into the kitchen that they have.
It's not at all connected to her father's bedroom so she doesn't have to worry about him.
Ursula pours the tea as the man sits down at the old table that they have. "What's your name?" She asks, placing the teacups down.
"Harry," The man speaks, "Harry Osborn."
"As in Oscorp?" She's sure that Peter's mentioned Harry before. Just like Oscorp and every other thing that he speaks about that she can't quite understand.
"My father's company," Harry shrugs, "God, what's Pete doing in a place like this?" He looks up at Ursula and grimaces, "Sorry, didn't mean to-"
She grimaces and shakes her head, "I understand." Her gaze lingers on the teacup in front of her. She knows that her life isn't as stable or glamorous as other people's, especially compared to the heir of Oscorp's. "Why are you here? I mean, I know for Peter, but-"
"I came to say sorry, for- For something that I should apologize for. I made a mistake." He fumbles with his gloves, never taking a drink of the tea. "I'd expect for him to be home by now, but I guess not. Why am I so stupid?" He groans, putting his face into his hands.
"What did you do?"
Harry looks slightly guilty, "I blamed him for something that wasn't his fault, and I think I broke our... Friendship." He breathes out and Ursula isn't sure if that's all he's missing.
She only nods as he stands up, pushing away the teacup. "Thanks for having me, I guess. I'll come back later." He walks to the door and turns. "He doesn't need to know that I was here, please don't say anything about it."
He's down the stairs and gone before she can say anything else.
His teacup is still full.
Ursula cleans up. She finishes off her tea and stares quietly at Harry's neglected cup. He's lost. She dumps it out, sighing at the waste.
She turns on the TV and it's on the news, droning about the pier collapsing. Something about a man, named Otto Octavius. A failed experiment- hadn't there been one by the same man the other day? The machine was taken down and Otto down with it... Mary Jane, someone who Peter talked about a lot, had been saved by Spider-Man.
What an eventful night.
She swears that she hears a thump that comes from Peter's room.