Setting: Entrance room
Time: Night 012, after the Lanternkeeper.
Summary: Harry arrives, confusion ensues.
Warnings: Perhaps a bit of nudity if/when Harry turns back? Nothing too bad.
When Harry awoke it took him a while to stop feeling utterly disorientated and even then actually remembering things was hard. But slowly the recollections were starting to come back to him. He remembered...fire, fighting, screams and...oh, that's right. He had been with S.H.I.E.L.D and they had made him do a broadcast. A broadcast to lure his father out and it had worked. At least he remembers it as so.
He remembers his father being there (in that form, the one he saw in nightmares and hazy memories), he remembers helping Peter, protecting the S.H.I.E.L.D soldiers, doing whatever he could to help...fighting his father. And then he remembers falling, which in a fight as brutal as the one he had been in wasn't that weird, but what he didn't remember was landing and getting knocked out.
"Peteerr?" The low grumble and the drawl in his voice made him realize he was still in his monstrous form and that the burning smell in the air was coming from beneath him. He was ruining the carpet. Gingerly he sat up, clutching his head with a massive claw. His head hurt like never before, promising a great migraine, and...his father sure hit hard. He must have been really pissed. Speaking of which, "Daad?"
For the first time he actually looked around and found out that he, in fact, was not in any sort of S.H.I.E.L.D facility as he had expected to be. This was a house. A normal house. It wasn't even the condo they had given him, just a house he didn't know and where there was nothing familiar in sight. They wouldn't just tuck him away like that, would they? Not after such a fight. They would have wanted to do tests and waited for him to turn back...which he normally would after getting knocked out. Something was wrong.
Slowly he got to his feet, careful not to knock anything over with his huge body, and took a shaky step forward. If he had been calmer he would have concentrated on turning back but as it were he was just too confused to think straight and the sudden realization that there were sounds of someone sobbing wasn't exactly helping him calm down either. If his mind hadn't been so befuddled he might have realized letting out a rumbly, desperate call of "Hellloo?" might not be the greatest idea in his current form.