Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or any other Marvel characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: I'll keep the author's note short this time but I do want to say that a special someone makes an appearance in this chapter. I won't spoil who it is in this author's note but I'll get into more detail in the author's note at the bottom. Happy reading!

I'll fix any spelling errors later. It's currently Two AM where I live and I need sleep. :P


"Introverts live in two worlds: We visit the world of people, but solitude and the inner world will always be our home."
― Jenn Granneman, The Secret Lives of Introverts: Inside Our Hidden World


Chapter 8: A night out

Grace couldn't remember the last time she went to a fancy event.

Actually never mind, she did remember the last time. It had been before her dad's kidnapping. Two months ago. It was for some fancy dinner thing at a hotel in Malibu. Honestly, Grace didn't even remember what the dinner was even for. At that time she had been focused on wanting to sink into the floor. The only thing that kept her stable was the food that had been served.

Usually her dad did her the favor of not forcing her to go to events like that anymore. However, here she was going to one right now. Why? Well...because she loved her dad. Simple as that. Her dad had told her he wanted to go but would only go if she wanted to. Grace was going to say no but then she really thought about it.

Was she really going to reject spending a night out with her dad?

Yes it was for a fancy event (one her dad was responsible for), and the press was going to be there for sure, but her dad asked if she wanted to go with him. Her dad said he would stay home if she didn't want to go, that he'd understand. However, despite his reassurance Grace knew how much he wanted to go. Her dad loved to go out and as of lately he had only been only going out for food outings with her. Grace knew he was desperate for some fun. So Grace agreed to go because her dad deserved a fun night out.

So here she was going to the Disney Concert Hall with her dad wearing a formal teal flower patterned dress. Her dad was dressed up too, wearing one of his fancy suits that had a bow tie.

The event was being held in Los Angeles but it didn't take long for them to arrive. Grace felt happy to be in Los Angeles again, seeing as this was the city she was born in. However, she also felt sad because it was a reminder of her mother. Her mixed emotions settled into nervousness when they arrived at their destination.

As soon as her dad had parked the car for the valet to take, Grace prepared herself. She knew the moment her dad opened her side of the door she was going to face the craziness of the press. She did her counting and that proved to be useful since she didn't freak out when her dad opened the door and she saw just how many people were there.

Her dad of course brought her close to him as they made their way through. Thankfully a majority of the photographers were behind ropes that prevented them from getting in their way. That didn't stop others from trying to get their attention...or more specifically Tony's attention.

"Hey, Tony, remember me?" A pretty blonde woman with a black dress asked him mischievously.

"Sure don't." Tony answered nonchalantly as he quickly moved along with Grace. Much to his luck his daughter hadn't witnessed that interaction. As they were walking by Tony patted an older looking man's shoulder from behind. "You look great, Hef."

This time Grace did notice the interaction and was about to ask who Hef was when she saw Obadiah. Immediately she narrowed her eyes at him. Obadiah was talking to a reporter but the conversation ended once Tony made Grace's and his presence known to him.

"What's the world coming to when a guy's got to crash his own party?" Tony somewhat playfully asked Obadiah.

Obadiah forced out a chuckle. He reminded himself that there were cameras and he needed to remain pleasant. "Look at you. Hey what a surprise. And you brought Grace with you...isn't that sweet."

Grace did not like how he used the term sweet. In her opinion it did not sound genuine. She sincerely hoped her dad wouldn't talk long with him. Thankfully for Grace her dad kept the conversation short...or at least tried to.

"I'll see you inside." Tony said, trying to make his way around him. Grace was of course still holding his hand and as a result stopped moving when Obadiah caught Tony's attention.

"Hey. Listen, take it slow, alright?" Obadiah whispered. "I think I got the board right where we want them."

Given how close she was, Grace heard everything. She thought what Obadiah said sounded more like an order than a suggestion.

"You got it." Tony nodded his head. "Just cabin fever. Grace and I will be a minute."

After that was said, Grace and her dad were able to enter the building with no more interruptions. There were still reporters flashing their cameras and trying to get their attention but none of them actually stood in their way. Once inside Grace let her eyes explore the new area she was in. Right away one thing was obvious. It was definitely more of a grown up party. Everyone here was older than her. There was a live band but they weren't playing anything rambunctious. The band was more on the soothing side, playing songs that allowed people to slow dance if they wanted to. Which a few people were doing. For a moment there she almost let out a giggle when she saw the piano. Grace thought back to the one her dad had broken at home and Pepper's reaction when she saw the mess in the morning. It was...quite amusing.

Grace composed herself when she saw how proper everyone was with each other. She told herself that if she were older she probably would have enjoyed this event way more. She was six though and despite how pretty everything looked this just wasn't a setting for a six year old. Grace had to remind herself that this event was for a good cause...and that her dad was the one who basically made this event happen.

The two of them were making their way further inside when someone had called out Tony's name.

"Tony Stark?"

Unlike when they had been outside this time they did stop. Both Tony and Grace turned around. The young Stark looked at this newcomer with bewilderment while a look of recognition briefly appeared on Tony's face. "Norman? Norman Osborn?"

Grace intently studied the man now that he stood in front of them. The manor as her dad had called him, Normanlooked to be around her dad's age. His eyes matched the color of his hair which was a warm chestnut. He was dressed just as nicely as her dad but that was a given considering where they were.

His appearance though wasn't what caught Grace's interest. There was an air of formality that surrounded Norman even with the smile he wore. It made Grace feel slightly weird. However, she didn't find him as unnerving as Obadiah...so that was a good thing. Grace figured her nerves were acting up because she had never seen this man before. She sometimes got this way when being around new people. It seemed that Norman knew her dad...so that calmed her down.

"It's nice to see you." Norman said as he shook Tony's hand. Grace could tell that it was a firm, business-like handshake. When the handshake ended, Norman gave Tony an expression that looked like it was one of concern. "I thought you'd still be home resting with what the media's been saying lately."

"Rest?" Tony questioned as if that were absurd. "I have no idea what that means."

Norman let out a low laugh. "Same old Tony." He said before his gaze shifted onto Grace. "I see you brought your daughter." He looked at Grace with a small smile now. Grace out of shyness didn't say anything. She did force out a smile though, trying her best to be polite despite not talking. Norman seemed to accept her smile before refocusing on Tony again. "I feel better now knowing I'm not the only one who brought their kid." His gaze wandered again, only this time to a table that wasn't far away from them.

Grace followed his gaze and she quickly saw a well dressed boy that looked to be her age sitting alone. How she had not noticed him before she doesn't know because other than herself he was the only other kid here. Grace right away could see the resemblance the boy had with his dad. Much like Norman, he too had chestnut brown hair. The only difference was that his hair was slightly curly. She saw that he was playing with a Nintendo DS, appearing as if he was having fun. However, something was telling Grace that he wasn't entirely happy being here.

Call it a kid's intuition or whatever.

"My son Harry is over there." Norman told them. "The sitter canceled at the last minute so I had to bring him." He said and Grace was able to pick on the annoyance that was slipping through. It seemed that Tony picked on it as well, making Norman clear his throat. He gave Grace a glance. "You should drop by and say hello. I'm sure he'd like the company."

Someone from the crowd called Norman's name. Norman gave that person a quick nod. As he did this Grace noticed how he took on a much serious demeanor before looking at her dad and her. "If you'll excuse me." He started saying. "It was nice seeing you Tony, and it was nice meeting you Grace."

This time Grace did speak. She returned the comment. "It was nice meeting you too."

"Take care, Norman." Tony politely bid his goodbye.

"You as well." Norman formally said before leaving.

"Was that a work friend of yours?" Grace asked her dad once Norman was out of their view.

Tony thought over his answer. "Not so much a work friend but someone I know through people I've worked with."

Grace nodded her head in understanding. That made sense. From what she knew her dad interacted with a lot of people because of his work. Norman Osborn was just one of the many.

"How about we get you a soda and me something to drink?" Tony asked, moving the conversation along. "How does grape soda sound?"

Grace smiled. "It sounds good."

They made their way until they got to where the bar was at. Once there one of the bartenders immediately went to take Tony's order.

"Give me a scotch and a grape soda for the lovely lady here." Tony gestured to Grace causing her to giggle. Their drinks were given to them quickly much to Grace's amazement. She remembered to thank the bartender before she took a sip of her grape soda. Grace was about to take her second sip when a voice (this time familiar) caught her attention along with her dad's.

"Mr. Stark."

Tony looked at the man that was standing next to him. "Yeah?" He questioned with a small frown. Grace on the other hand had a smile on her face. She already knew who this man was.

"Agent Coulson."

After his introduction to her dad, Grace waved at him. "Hi." She happily greeted him. Coulson returned the gesture with a small smile and a nod.

It was then after he said his name, and the quick interaction Grace had with him, that Tony knew who this guy was. "Oh, yeah. I remember now. Pepper and Grace mentioned you. You're the guy from the..." He stopped at the end trying to say the words. They were a mouth full though, so he instead let the sentence drag on with silence.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Coulson finished speaking for him.

Tony let out a whistle. "God, Grace was right. That is a whole lot of words. You guys need a new name for that." He remarked before taking a sip from his drink.

"Yeah, I hear that a lot." Coulson commented, giving Grace a quick look. "Listen, I know this must be a trying time for you, but we need to debrief you." He evenly reminded him. "There's still a lot of unanswered questions, and time can be a factor with these things."

Grace wanted to tell Agent Coulson that what he was saying was flying past her dad's head. Her dad wasn't really paying attention to anything the man was saying anymore and Grace knew this from the awed look her dad had on. For a few seconds there she had no idea just what had him so dazed. It wasn't until Grace followed his gaze that he saw the reason why. It was Pepper. The redhead at the moment was in conversation with a group of people. She was wearing an elegant blue dress. Her hair and makeup were done and she looked beautiful. Not that she wasn't already beautiful because she was. The makeup just heightened the beauty that was already there.

"Let's just put something on the books. How about the 24th at seven P.M. at Stark Industries?"

Her dad being unresponsive to Agent Coulson was going on for too long and Grace knew that the man was soon going to notice himself. She decided to discreetly clear her throat in order to get her dad's attention. That seemed to work because Tony finally spared Agent Coulson a glance.

"Tell you what." Tony stuck out his hand. Coulson took hold of it and shook it. "You got it." Tony hurriedly began telling him. "You're absolutely right." After Coulson ended the handshake, Tony put his drink on the bar counter. He then gestured towards where Pepper was at. "Well I'm going to my assistant, and we'll make a date."

Grace already knew her dad wasn't really going to do that but Agent Coulson seemed to believe him. He gave Tony a nod, pleased that he was finally able to settle on a date regarding his debriefing.

Before Tony left he looked at his daughter. "Grace, how about you go say hi to Norman's son." He suggested looking where he had last seen the boy. He was glad that the boy was still there playing his game. "I'll be right back." He told Grace, lowering his voice. "I'm going to go talk to Pepper."

Grace really didn't have a problem with that. Well, she wasn't so sure about the whole saying hi to this Harry boy but she had no problem being left alone. If they were outside it would have been another story. However, they were inside and it was pretty calm inside compared to the outside of the building. Not once since she'd been inside had she been bothered by photographers. Grace nodded her head knowing she'd be fine. "Okay dad, I'll be over there where Harry is."

Tony smiled. "Alright, sweetie. Don't wander off anywhere else." He added that last part. Tony knew, however, that Grace would be fine. The security at the event was top notch. Therefore, he knew nothing bad would happen to Grace or anyone that was there.

"I won't." Grace assured him.

Tony gave her one last smile before he finally made his way towards Pepper. Grace watched the surprised look Pepper gave her dad. Not long after she turned her gaze onto her. Grace awkwardly waved causing Pepper to shake her head amusingly. She returned the wave before she started talking to her dad again, this time more lively. Grace then decided to look away, giving them their privacy. Well, not full privacy because there couldn't be any at the moment. Still, Grace didn't want to spy on them any longer. Her eyes instead went to where that Harry boy was at.

She was nervous, yet somewhat excited to talk to him. It had been awhile since Grace had spoken to someone her own age. Before she left, Grace gave Agent Coulson a smile. The man was still by the bar looking towards the crowd. Grace guessed it was her dad he was staring at. If it had been anyone else Grace would have found this to be worrisome but since it was Agent Coulson who was doing the staring, Grace found it amusing.

"See you later, Agent Coulson." Grace said to him with a smile.

Coulson's stare on Tony faltered. He looked at Grace instead. "See you later, Grace." He told her with a small smile. The smile quickly vanished and a look of seriousness appeared on his face as he focused on Tony again.

Grace just shook her head in amusement. She finished the remaining soda she had and then left the area. She began walking to where Harry was sitting. The boy was still in the same position as before. He was sitting and playing his Nintendo DS...seeming to appear as if he were fine.

Her nerves were there but they weren't getting the best of her this time. Grace was able to speak. "Hello." She greeted, managing to get his attention.

Harry looked up from his Nintendo DS, puzzled and annoyed. "Hi?" He narrowed his eyes on her. "Who are you?" He asked, guarded.

The courage she had faltered when she saw how irritated he looked. Grace swallowed the lump in her throat. She shifted her weight between her feet. "Grace." She softly told him.

Harry gave her an impatient look. "Grace who?"

"Stark." Grace quietly said. "Grace Stark."

Harry remained unfazed, unimpressed even. "Okay." He shrugged his shoulders. "What do you want?"

Grace was left feeling relief. Despite how his irritation got to her it was relieving to have someone not gush over her, especially someone who was her age. She felt her bravery return. "I just wanted to say hi."

"Well...hi." Harry flatly said before returning his attention onto his game again.

"Can I sit down?" Grace gestured to the seat next to him.

"I guess." Harry answered without taking his eyes off his game.

Despite the thoughts that were telling her to leave, Grace chose to sit down. She didn't want to give up on this chance with speaking to someone her own age just yet. "Are you having fun?" She asked him, hoping to make conversation. Grace frowned when she saw Harry roll his eyes.

"I always go to these types of things and they suck."

"Oh." Grace uttered. It was then that she sadly realized there was no point in trying to talk to him. She really had no idea what to say to that curt answer. Even though there was no conversation going on, Grace decided to just sit there and let him play his game. It was clear he didn't want to talk to her and she wasn't going to force conversation anymore. She supposed she could go back to where her dad was but she didn't want to disturb his time with Pepper. They appeared to be having a good time before she came over to talk to Harry. She didn't want to ruin their fun.

Grace didn't know how long the silence remained between Harry and her but after a while she noticed the look of annoyance on Harry's face. It wasn't because of her this time but instead because of his Nintendo DS. She saw the blank screen and she can only assume that it must have died from a low battery.

Harry huffed, setting the game device on the table. He then turned to look at Grace. He narrowed his eyes before a less reserved expression appeared. "What about you? Do you like going to these things?" He asked blandly.

Oh...so now he wanted to talk? Now that he didn't have his Nintendo DS to hide behind he wanted to pass time by talking to her...that wasn't going to fly. Maybe if he had been a bit nicer to her in the beginning than yeah sure she would play along. After all, she disliked social interaction as much as the next person, but unlike him she hadn't been a butt about it.

Grace was filled with such anger that she ended up glaring at him. Which was something Grace hardly ever did. She hardly ever glared at people. Her anger was something Grace was good at controlling. However, this boy caused her anger to come out of hiding. "If you don't want to talk to me then don't talk to me."

Harry was a bit surprised. She didn't seem the type to respond that way. Despite the surprise her anger amused him. "Geez, cranky much. What? Did you miss your dinner?"

"No, I ate." Grace told him. She knew that hadn't been a real question but she answered it anyway. "I just don't like it when people are mean."

"Me mean?" Harry scoffed. "I'm not mean."

"Yes, you are."

Harry let silence take over. He let out a sigh after the right amount of silence. "You're right. I was being mean. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings." He softly said, putting on the same act he'd given before to numerous people. He appeared and even sounded as if he were being genuine with his apology. Harry knew she would fall for it.

Grace, however, took one look at him and knew he was lying. She wasn't about to be tricked by him. She shook her head. A laugh escaped her. "You know...you suck at lying."

Harry's eyes widened at her blunt reply. He was shocked that she had called him out on his lying like it was nothing. How was she able to tell he was lying? The countless nannies he had and his own father were never able to tell when he was lying. He'd given them attitude but one pout and a 'I'm sorry' from him always had them thinking that he regretted his rude behavior.

Although when it came to his father, Harry had a feeling he knew when he was lying. His father just never cared much to call him out for it. Which actually hurt Harry. His father didn't call him out for lying but here was this girl he just met doing exactly that. It should have been the other way around.

Even though he was more impressed than bothered by her, Harry decided to hide his astonishment with rudeness. Something he often did. Besides...the girl knew he had been lying anyway. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Grace Stark, huh? So your father's Tony Stark." Obviously he knew who her father was but asked anyway.

"Yes." Grace answered. She was a bit cautious as to where he was going with this. He didn't seem that interested in her last name before, so why bring up her dad now?

"I've heard my father talk about him before." Harry admitted to her. "I don't get why people like him. He sounds lame." He sneered at that last part. Now although he didn't mean what he said, Harry wanted to see the kind of reaction Grace would get. He hoped it would be one of anger seeing as the one before had amused him.

Grace wanted to smack him for saying that. Except she didn't. She knew that if she did that it would cause a huge scene and ruin the event. Instead she breathed in and out, relaxing. Grace pushed aside her anger with what she said next. "I met your dad."

"Oh, really." Harry responded, trying to sound uninterested.

Grace dragged out the silence to get to him...and it had worked. Harry seemed to be at the edge of his seat with what she had to say. "He was..." She paused thinking of the right word to use. Thankfully the right one finally came to mind. "Nice."

Harry scoffed. "Sure he was."

It was pretty obvious to Grace now that Harry didn't have a good relationship with his dad. Even though they weren't getting long at the moment, Grace still felt sad for Harry. However, the sympathy she had for Harry started to falter with what he said next.

"So your father..." Harry said, turning the conversation onto her again.

"What about my dad?" Grace asked narrowly.

"Is that your mother he's dancing with?" Harry asked as he pointed to the redhead he was with.

"What?" Grace questioned, puzzled. What woman was he talking about? She panicked a little until she saw that her dad was just dancing with Pepper. Grace smiled a little at how happy they looked together as they danced. After a few more seconds of watching them dance, she turned to face Harry again. "No." She answered him.

"So your mother lets him dance with other women?"

Grace gave him a heated stare before she lowered her gaze. "My mom's dead." She admitted to him, her voice wavering despite the anger that remained in her eyes.

Harry Osborn was not expecting that answer from her. Yes it was true that he knew of Tony Stark but he didn't know that much about his actual background other than he had a daughter. Harry figured that Grace's mother divorced Tony but as it turned out her mother was dead...just like his. Harry felt sadness start to build up inside him. All the sharpness that was there moments ago left.

"I'm sorry." Harry apologized. "I really mean it this time. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that." His own voice wavered now. "My mother's dead too. She got sick right after I was born. At least that's what my father told me."

Grace lifted her gaze and stared into his chestnut brown colored eyes. Right away she could tell he was being honest this time with his apology. Her own sadness was there for not only the death of her mom but Harry's too. "I'm sorry to hear that." Grace softly told him. She didn't know Harry's mom but to at least know that she got sick and then died right after he was born was heart shattering. Unlike her, Harry never got to meet his mom. At least Grace got a few years with her mom before she got sick and died. Harry didn't get any years with his mom, and all he ever had was his father. Which as Grace figured out, the relationship he had with his father wasn't so great.

Grace at the moment threw away the negative thoughts she had on Harry. "How about we start over?" She announced as she stuck out one of her hands. "My name's Grace Stark."

Harry stared at her hand before reaching out with one of his. "Nice to meet you, Grace." He shook her hand with a warm smile on his face. "My name's Harry Osborn."

Grace had to admit he looked way better smiling than when he had been giving her that annoyed expression.

"Do you want to play a game?" Harry asked her once they ended their cordial handshake.

"What game?" Grace questioned, muddled. His Nintendo DS needed to be charged before either of them could play it. However, that wasn't the game Harry was referring to.

"We each get to pick a random person that's in this building for each other. We then have to come up with a life story and share it." Harry excitedly informed her. This was a game he often played by himself whenever his father dragged him out to fancy events. Although the game entertained him, the fun wouldn't last long. Except this time he wasn't playing by himself.

"Okay." Grace agreed. The game sounded simple and fun.

Harry let his eyes wander before finally choosing someone. "That man." He pointed to a familiar looking man near the drinking area. It was Agent Coulson. Grace had to hold in the giggle she wanted to let out. She managed to control herself as she came up with a random, weird story right there on the spot.

"His name is Sir Smiley and he is a professional spy set on a secret mission to...

Harry didn't need to hear the end of that sentence to know how funny it would be.

They both ended up laughing.


"You went to public school?" Harry asked her with wide eyes.

Grace and Harry had moved on from the game and were now sharing more about themselves. Right now they were talking about school and Harry was shocked to hear that Grace had gone to public school.

The Stark girl nodded her head. "Yes, but I'm homeschooled now. What about you?"

"I go to private school." Harry answered. There was a slight attitude in his tone of voice but it wasn't aimed at her. "My father would never let me go to public school. Unless it's the one in New York but that's a high school."

"Which one?" Grace asked, curious.

Harry made a thinking face. "Something Midtown?" He let out a sigh. "I don't really remember the name. He said it's a high school for smart kids. I'm not smart so I shouldn't go there."

Grace frowned hearing Harry say that. "Everyone's smart in their own way. My dad said everyone learns at their own pace." She started saying to Harry. "Just because you don't understand something right now doesn't make you any less smart."

"Wish my father would say stuff like that to me." Harry muttered.

"So do you go to school here in Malibu?" Grace asked her next question. She hoped moving the conversation would make Harry focus on something else rather than his father. However, as she'd come to find out the topic of his father was one that would be nearly impossible to fully ignore.

Harry shook his head. "No, I go to school in Manhattan. My father works in Manhattan in this huge building. Well, his building."

"So what's your school's name then?"

"Trinity." Harry answered nonchalantly. "It has all the grades. Goes all the way to high school. I went there for kindergarten and now I'm in the first grade."

"Sounds fancy." Grace pointed out. She had heard about schools that had all the grade levels but she hadn't known anybody that went to a school like that...until now.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I guess. What was your old school's name?"

"City Terrace Elementary." Grace answered. "It's here in Los Angeles."

"I like the sound of that better." Harry told her. "So have you ever been to New York?"

Grace shook her head. "No, but my dad has."

"New York's okay but I like England better." As Harry said this he started thinking of the last time he had been to England and was beginning to miss it more and more.

Grace got an awed look. "You've been to England?"

Harry nodded his head. "London." He happily shared. "I've stayed there with my father before. But now I'm in New York again. My father's always traveling because of his job but I'm used to it." After he said this he stared at her, thoughtfully. "If you ever go to New York―"

Unfortunately Harry never got to finish his sentence because Tony Stark interrupted him. "Grace, sweetie, it's time for us to go now."

A look of disappointment appeared on Grace's face. "Already?" She questioned, sadly. She didn't want to leave just yet. Harry and her were getting along real well.

Tony noticed her expression and immediately felt bad. However, he needed to get back home ASAP. "Yes sorry, sweetie. Say goodbye to your friend."

Grace felt a tug at her heart from hearing the word friend. She was happy to have made a friend but now here she was already leaving him. There probably was a high chance she'd see Harry again...but one never really knows. She let out a sigh before she gave Harry a sad smile. "Bye Harry."

Harry appeared to be as disappointed as her. "Bye Grace."

Grace waved at Harry as she and her dad made their leave. Once outside the building, Grace prepared for the chaos. Luck was apparently still on their side because they were able to get through quickly with no issues. Everything seemed fine until they were in the car. It was then that Grace finally noticed how tense her dad looked.

Concern was now written all over Grace's face. "What's wrong dad?" She asked after he started the car.

Tony didn't take his eyes off the road. "Nothing sweetie, dad just needs to get home."

"Are you gonna work on that project of yours?"

Tony's eyes filled with resolve as he thought back to the conversation he just had with Obadiah. "Yeah...something like that."


A/N: So yeah...young Harry Osborn made an appearance. Don't worry this won't be the last time we see him. I have no idea if the MCU will ever introduce the character of Harry Osborn but uh...here he is xD I see Grace and Harry having an interesting friendship as the story continues. It's definitely one of those you annoy me and I annoy you friendships. Okay...maybe it's more like Harry annoying Grace, but you guys get the idea. Anyways, I see similarities between the two of them that will bring them closer when the time comes. With them having famous fathers and getting thrown into the spotlight from a young age and all that. Not to mention they both lost their mothers.

Of course we know from past movies that Harry's always had a complicated relationship with his father, Norman Osborn. It's way different than the father-daughter relationship Grace has with Tony. Tony and her, despite being different in some areas, are able to connect with one another. Whereas Harry and Norman do not. It's pretty sad if you think about it because even though they have their differences, Harry still wants his father's approval. Which as we know already, Harry never really gets.

Now I do have a face-claim for Harry, it's the actor Benjamin Wadsworth from the TV show Deadly Class. In my opinion I can totally see him as Harry Osborn. So then perhaps envision a young Benjamin Wadsworth as a young Harry Osborn for this chapter. But I for sure picture Benjamin Wadsworth as an older Harry Osborn for later chapters.