( college. not all it's cracked up to be, as far as Peter is concerned. he's mostly going to make Aunt May happy. it's not as if he doesn't have the head for it, Peter has more than enough brain power to handle some intro courses. he just thinks he has bigger priorities, a city that needs him, a responsibility he can't ignore because he has a chem final to get to. it's making it sort of difficult, safe to say, but he's here and he's trying. his financial aide relies on his grades and he can keep up despite his attendance but it is definitely like a slow sort of drowning. doing just enough to stay afloat, but not really enough to excel.
the last thing he needs is something else on his plate. sooner or later he's going to drop one or all of the things he's juggling. still, when he'd caught sight of what a tutor's wage, it was hard to say no. besides, he could do intro math and science courses in his sleep. it shouldn't be hard work, it paid incredibly well and maybe it'd give Peter time to work on his own homework, too. two birds, one stone.
so far it was going okay. Peter's supervisor was a grad student that didn't seem to like him much and he'd already been late enough times to get a warning. but the people he worked with were nice and it was actually kind of enjoyable to help people find the lightbulb in work they thought they couldn't do. and he'd gotten a paycheck nice enough that he could take his Aunt out for dinner, which was most certainly not what he got from selling pictures of himself to the Daily Bugle.
his next assignment was pretty unusual, though. usually all tutoring took place at the academic assistance center, that somehow this new client had gotten approval to meet somewhere else was pretty strange. Peter figures it's probably some rich kid that is too good for public spaces and honestly, he's kind of dreading it. there's plenty of pretentious rich people milling around NYU, but Peter does not have to work for and stay on good terms with them. this had a high possibility of sucking, and not even a promise of better pay, because he's not allowed to accept tips.
hopefully it wasn't as bad as he was dreading. Peter, at the very least, sort of likes the coffeeshop they've agreed to meet at. it's not a chain, a little hole in the wall place that feels homey. there's nobody at any of the tables, so for once it seems like maybe he's made it to a meeting early (he's definitely going to let his supervisor know about that). so Peter gets in line for coffee, and wonders if he should make nice with the rich kid and order him something. that's about all he knows about the client so far, that it's a guy and he's failing a physics class. what sort of coffee did rich dudes drink??
he's still trying to figure that out when the barista calls someone named Susie for her drink. she's on her phone and grabs it without paying attention, turning directly toward the door and like she can part the line of people by sheer tenacity. what actually happens is nobody knows to avoid her, and she's definitely about to walk into someone waiting to make their order, the coffee is going to get everywhere and even if it's iced, that's going to suck—
except for some reason, it doesn't happen. Peter grabs the guy she's about to run into and Susie doesn't even excuse herself, just sends them both a look for being in her way. oh, New York, how he loved it. ) Watch where you're walking, ( Peter calls after her, slightly annoyed. Susie flips him off as she goes out the door. oh, crap, he's still holding onto this stranger. his hands go up, his face apologetic. ) Sorry. My bad, uh... ( the brainless apology dies on his tongue, and his eyes go wide. )
Harry? ( there's not a chance, even though he looks so familiar it actually hurts a little. it's sort of like seeing a ghost. Peter hasn't seen Harry Osborn in so long, maybe he kind of is. )
Harry was failing and, shocking absolutely no one, Norman Osborn was having none of it. He'd had an assistant find his son the best possible tutor and Harry had had no choice but to go along with it.
Felicity had made sure the appointment was in his calendar and had organised a ride down there for him.
When he'd gotten to the little hole in the wall coffee shop, it'd been empty so Harry had gotten into the line to order a coffee before his tutor got there.
He's staring at his phone when it happens. One minute, he's standing in line scrolling through his emails and the next, he's being pulled out of the way by someone as a young woman throws a dirty look at them over her shoulder. He offers her a trademark Osborn sneer and turns to his would be rescuer -well, he saved Harry's suit, at least.
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the last thing he needs is something else on his plate. sooner or later he's going to drop one or all of the things he's juggling. still, when he'd caught sight of what a tutor's wage, it was hard to say no. besides, he could do intro math and science courses in his sleep. it shouldn't be hard work, it paid incredibly well and maybe it'd give Peter time to work on his own homework, too. two birds, one stone.
so far it was going okay. Peter's supervisor was a grad student that didn't seem to like him much and he'd already been late enough times to get a warning. but the people he worked with were nice and it was actually kind of enjoyable to help people find the lightbulb in work they thought they couldn't do. and he'd gotten a paycheck nice enough that he could take his Aunt out for dinner, which was most certainly not what he got from selling pictures of himself to the Daily Bugle.
his next assignment was pretty unusual, though. usually all tutoring took place at the academic assistance center, that somehow this new client had gotten approval to meet somewhere else was pretty strange. Peter figures it's probably some rich kid that is too good for public spaces and honestly, he's kind of dreading it. there's plenty of pretentious rich people milling around NYU, but Peter does not have to work for and stay on good terms with them. this had a high possibility of sucking, and not even a promise of better pay, because he's not allowed to accept tips.
hopefully it wasn't as bad as he was dreading. Peter, at the very least, sort of likes the coffeeshop they've agreed to meet at. it's not a chain, a little hole in the wall place that feels homey. there's nobody at any of the tables, so for once it seems like maybe he's made it to a meeting early (he's definitely going to let his supervisor know about that). so Peter gets in line for coffee, and wonders if he should make nice with the rich kid and order him something. that's about all he knows about the client so far, that it's a guy and he's failing a physics class. what sort of coffee did rich dudes drink??
he's still trying to figure that out when the barista calls someone named Susie for her drink. she's on her phone and grabs it without paying attention, turning directly toward the door and like she can part the line of people by sheer tenacity. what actually happens is nobody knows to avoid her, and she's definitely about to walk into someone waiting to make their order, the coffee is going to get everywhere and even if it's iced, that's going to suck—
except for some reason, it doesn't happen. Peter grabs the guy she's about to run into and Susie doesn't even excuse herself, just sends them both a look for being in her way. oh, New York, how he loved it. ) Watch where you're walking, ( Peter calls after her, slightly annoyed. Susie flips him off as she goes out the door. oh, crap, he's still holding onto this stranger. his hands go up, his face apologetic. ) Sorry. My bad, uh... ( the brainless apology dies on his tongue, and his eyes go wide. )
Harry? ( there's not a chance, even though he looks so familiar it actually hurts a little. it's sort of like seeing a ghost. Peter hasn't seen Harry Osborn in so long, maybe he kind of is. )
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Felicity had made sure the appointment was in his calendar and had organised a ride down there for him.
When he'd gotten to the little hole in the wall coffee shop, it'd been empty so Harry had gotten into the line to order a coffee before his tutor got there.
He's staring at his phone when it happens. One minute, he's standing in line scrolling through his emails and the next, he's being pulled out of the way by someone as a young woman throws a dirty look at them over her shoulder. He offers her a trademark Osborn sneer and turns to his would be rescuer -well, he saved Harry's suit, at least.
"Thank y- Peter?"