“Pick something.” Harry kisses your cheek, handing you the remote as he lays under you. New York finally didn’t need either you and Peter. You could spend time with Harry.

“But nothing crazy.” he chuckles, rubbing your hip.

Harry was ecstatic when hearing you had time to stay home a while. He and Mj were just about to have their annual rant of missing their partners.

He wanted to help you out there but it was too dangerous for his condition.