Harry Osborn
The Heir to a Corrupted Legacy
Heir to chaos, friend to none, Goblin reborn.
Harry Osborn doesn't exist anymore — not the golden boy, not the grieving son. What's left wears armor and rides a glider. I wanted to honor my father, but all I found was his madness. Peter was my brother. Spider-Man was my enemy. And somewhere in the middle, I lost myself.
What I'm Into: Midnight flights over New York, Oscorp boardrooms, Parker's secrets, pumpkin bombs, the weight of legacy
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