"Dammit. Peter, answer your phone!" Harry shouted to Peter's voicemail for the fifth time in the last hour.
Tossing the device towards the glass desk, he paced around his office before ultimately finding it pointless. Peter had left the building hours ago to take care of a "minor situation" (his words), and promised he'd be back by six so they could go out for dinner. It was nine o'clock when Harry sat on his couch, trying to convince himself that turning on the news would be a terrible idea. Peter was an adult. It would only cause him stress, and that obviously wasn't smoke he was seeing through his office window coming from across the city.
Harry gave in, turning on the television across the room, and flipped to a news channel.
His nerves were not settled as he watched Spider-man jump to barely dodge a giant hunk of metal that probably resembled a car at some point.
"Shit," Harry hissed, watching the hero swing back to retaliate against whatever or whoever had flung the object. His were eyes glued to the screen, watching the live feed of his boyfriend defending New York from another act of evil intent. It wasn't a new concept, but watching his lover narrowly miss his calling to become a grease spot on the streets of New York was not a settling idea.
Harry continued to watch Peter fight off the villain and keep the nearby civilians safe from the destruction. He had half a mind to drive down town to witness the confrontation at safe distance, but he was afraid to look away for fear of what may happen if he wasn't watching. Peter didn't seem to be injured… Not yet anyway. Peter did this all the time, right? What could he possibly do to help in this situation?
So Harry kept faithful watch on his couch, too tense to move except for especially close encounters, when he would jerk despite the trance the broadcast held over him.
And all of a sudden Harry was gripping the edges of the couch spewing a string of curses, as he watched as his boyfriend was caught under fallen pieces of the partially crushed building above him. The crowd panicked, most praying the hero would crawl out from the mess of scrap metal. The news shot that had frozen, focusing on the pile of debris, now followed villain of the hour as he began laughing turning his attention to the crowd of onlookers. He gloated of the immense power that had helped him defeat infamous hero.
Harry felt fear build up in his chest, hating the sense of helplessness that overtook him, and silently begged any higher power to let this be a joke.
He was faking it. He had to be faking it. Please God let him be faking it.
He desperately tried to lead his thoughts away from the horrible, now realistic outcome that would probably plague his nightmares for weeks.
"Peter, please," Harry softly begged, eyes still captured by the screen.
A red and blue blur swung from outside the camera's shot, taking the villain by surprise, and sent both of the men tumbling towards the ground. Spider-Man effectively overtook the villain, pinning him with a combination of strength and webbing.
The CEO loosened his grip on the couch, and let out a relived whimper.
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Peter slipped into highest of Oscorp's large office windows, and pulled his mask off his face. He was expecting a fuming Harry, but was surprised to be immediately assaulted by the male's tight grip, squeezing him almost desperately.
"Dammit, Peter," Harry whispered digging his forehead into his boyfriends neck, clutching him tighter around the taller brunet's middle.
"Uhhhh… I- ah. I got your messages?" Peter struggled for words, concerned about the sudden affection when Harry would normally chew him out for missing their reservations.
"Minor situation, my ass. I swear you almost gave me a heart attack." Harry continued to nestle his face into Peter's chest, holding tight in reminder that Peter was safe. Peter was here. He was ok.
Wrapping his arms around Harry, Peter finally noticed the news re-broadcasting the highlights of his earlier fight on the flat screen in the corner of the office.
"You were watching all that?" He questioned, looking down at smaller male.
Harry nodded and continued to keep a tight hold on his boyfriend.
The hero rubbed patterns into Harry's back, and watched the screen as the station replayed pieces of building tumble down and seemingly crush him under their weight. He'd escaped the event with a few small bruises, but relatively he was fine. Peter noted that it had looked much rougher on screen. He turned his face towards Harry, and pressed his face into the other male's hair.
Eventually Harry relaxed into Peter's arms.
"You alright?" Peter asked, lifting his head to look down towards Harry.
"Yeah… You just scared me," Harry met Peter's eyes to find a sad smile on the taller male's face.
Harry leaned up to catch Peter's lips with his own.
Peter returned the affection, running his hands down Harry's sides, and felt the brunet grin into the kiss. Their pace grew, and Peter moved his hands downward to feel the curve of Harry's ass.
The CEO playfully smacked Peter in the stomach, effectively ending the kiss.
"Nope. You're cut off," Harry pulled away from the embrace, crossing his arms. "I was worried, but not enough to forget you made us miss our dinner plans." He tried and failed to hide his smirk.
There he is. Peter smiled internally at the return of Harry's regular banter.
"I just saved the city!" Peter jokingly threw his arms up in feigned disbelief. Harry, still smirking, turned on his heel, and headed to grab his coat from his desk chair.
"Millions are cheering my existence, but my dear, wonderful, loving boyfriend won't forgive missed reservations?" Peter followed the other male, stopping a few feet short of the desk.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Harry pulled on the garment, turning to walk towards Peter. "Go get changed, and meet me downstairs. I can call our ride."
He leaned up to kiss Peter's cheek. "I'm sure we can find somewhere decent to eat despite the very very late hour." Harry laughed, walking away.
"I really am so sorry about that!" Peter called after Harry was halfway to the elevators.
"I'm sure you are!" Harry called back.
Peter grinned and grabbed the backpack he'd left by the window.
