“Pete, you look tense.” Harry sneered, watching as Peter burst down the door to the home, “coffee?” Some tendrils slinked towards the pot, pouring him a mug.

MJ was sat across from Harry, and Peter sat next to him. Harry had his free arm wrapped around Peter's.. shoulders, in a way that more possessive than re-assuring.

“Harry, leave Peter.!!!**.. out of this.” miles..said.

“No coffee, then?” Harry sighed, “oh well. Do you want more, Babe?” He asked Peter.., smiling in a way that just Freaked and Scared.. him more.