50 Prompt Stories (Table B)

                                                                                                                                                                    -Waiting-

Categories: Harry Potter, The Amazing Spider-Man, The Avengers

Pairing: Peter Parker/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Amazing Spider-Man, The Avengers or any of the characters associated with the books, movies, or comics and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Prompt: Prompt Table B: 50 Prompts. Prompt 43: Waiting

                                                                                                                                                                     -Waiting-

Jogging up the stairs to his small apartment in New York City, Harry stopped short at the sight of a tall dark skinned man dressed in a trench coat and an eye patch covering an eye as well as a man dressed in a suit leaning against the wall beside his door.

“Hate to tell you, but I'm all out of rum.” Harry said as he eyed them over, noticing the slight signs that they were carrying guns.

“Cute. We're looking for Peter Parker.” The one-eyed man said, getting off of the wall.

“And what do you need from Mr. Peter Parker? Last time I checked my boyfriend doesn't know you and he definitely isn't interested in sailing the seven seas.”

Scowling, the dark skinned man opened his mouth to say something but was stopped when the man in a suit stepped forward.

“Mr. Potter I can promise we aren't going to do anything to Mr. Parker. We just wish to speak with him.”

“Excuse me for being a little defensive when two unidentified and armed men that I know both my boyfriend and I don't know want to speak with him.” Harry said, crossing his arms.

“What we want to speak with him about is classified and need to know and you don't need to know.” The one eyed man said.

“Oh yeah cause that's reassuring that you won't hurt him.” Harry said, rolling his eyes as he discretely reached towards his pocket, fingering his wand.

“Mr. Potter...”

“Enough and how do you know who I am? I'm getting to the point where I think I need to make you leave because I'm feeling a little threatened and unsafe around you two.” Harry said with a snarl.

As the man in the suit opened his mouth to answer the door to the stairwell burst open and Peter ran into the hall, hair messier than usual and a slight scrape on his cheek.

Groaning, Harry ran his hand over his face and said, “Pete I love you and all, but you have horrible timing.”

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