When Magic Meets Iron

Peter had been having a decent day.

Classes were boring, Ned was rambling about their next LEGO project, and Flash was being his usual, annoying self.

But Peter had learned to ignore it.

Because honestly? Flash wasn’t worth the energy.

Then Flash went after Ned.

Peter snapped.

It happened fast.

One second, Flash was taunting Ned—calling him names, shoving his backpack, making cruel comments in front of everyone.

The next-Peter had him pinned against the lockers.

The hallway went silent.

Flash stared at him, wide-eyed.

Peter’s fists were clenched.

His breath was sharp.

He could hear his own heart pounding.

Then—

A teacher’s voice cut through the tension.

“Parker! Principal’s office. Now.”

Peter closed his eyes.

His day was officially ruined.

Peter sat in the chair, arms crossed, as the principal glanced over his file.

Flash’s parents had already been called.

Now it was Peter’s turn.

“We’ll be contacting your guardian,” the principal said, reaching for the phone.

Peter sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

It wasn’t a big deal.

They’d call May, she’d be annoyed but understanding, and everything would be fine.

Then—

The secretary spoke up.

“May Parker isn’t answering.”

Peter frowned. (It wasn't unusual, May must be with a patient but somehow aches, now one would be coming to get him out or defend him. He can't trouble May)

The principal sighed. “We’ll try the secondary contact.”

Peter blinked.

“…The what?”

The principal barely looked up. “Your secondary emergency contact.”

Peter froze.

“…I have a secondary contact?”

The principal nodded. “Yes, a Mr. Harry Evans.”

Peter’s brain short-circuited.

Harry?

Harry was his emergency contact?!

Before Peter could even process that, the phone was already ringing.

And then—

Harry picked up.

“Mr. Evans?” the principal said.

A brief pause.

Then—

“Yes,” came Harry’s calm voice. “Speaking.”

Peter felt his stomach twist.

The principal continued, “I’m calling regarding Peter Parker. There was an altercation with another student—”

“I see,” Harry said smoothly. “I’ll be there shortly.”

The call ended.

Peter buried his face in his hands.

The second Harry’s phone rang, he knew something was wrong.

The number was unfamiliar, but the moment the secretary introduced herself as Midtown High’s office administrator, he was already pulling up information on his phone.

By the time she finished explaining that Peter had gotten into a fight, Harry had already hacked into the school’s disciplinary records.

 what he found made his blood boil.

Flash Thompson’s history of bullying was extensive.

Reports—some filed, most ignored.

Mentions of Peter’s name over and over again.

And Ned’s, too.

Harry gritted his teeth.

Peter had never told him.

Neither had Ned.

Hell, even May didn’t seem to know the full extent of it.

But it didn’t matter.

Because Now Harry knew everything.

And someone was going to pay for it.

The moment Harry stepped into the principal’s office, the atmosphere changed.

Peter and Ned, who had been bristling at Flash’s taunts, suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Because.

Harry Evans looked like he had just walked off the cover of a CEO magazine.

He was dressed in a dark navy suit, crisp and perfectly tailored. The silver cufflinks gleamed subtly against the fabric, and the way he moved—

It was refined elegance, like a young king surveying his court.

it wasn’t just the presence that made the room feel smaller.

There was something else.

Something dangerous.

A sharp military precision in the way he walked. A controlled fury simmering beneath his expression.

Peter and Ned, sitting in their chairs, were too stunned to speak.

Peter managed to whisper, “Dude. He looks like he came straight out of a novel.”

Ned nodded slowly. “Like… if a royal general also ran a billion-dollar empire.”

Peter swallowed. “He looks terrifying.”

Ned whispered, “I know.”

Meanwhile, everyone else in the room was having a very different reaction.

Because for the first time, they noticed something very strange about Harry Evans.

He was sixteen.

But the way he walked, the way he carried himself

He didn’t feel young.

There was no awkwardness, no uncertainty.

His expression was unreadable, his presence intimidatingly controlled.

The principal swallowed nervously.

Flash’s parents, who had been gearing up to argue, suddenly looked like they weren’t so sure anymore. Their instincts screaming at them.

Flash just stared.

Because the guy Peter had called?

He wasn’t normal. He didn't no what's different but his self preservation is screaming to get away.

The first thing Harry did- He stepped between Peter and Ned, blocking them completely from Flash and his parents.

And not just subtly.

Physically.

Like it was instinct.

Peter froze.

Ned felt his chest tighten.

Because no one—no one—had ever done that for them before.

He was protecting them.

Peter swallowed hard.

Ned blinked rapidly, suddenly way more emotional than he wanted to be.

Flash noticed.

Because Peter Parker, the kid he had bullied for years, now had someone standing in front of him—shielding him—like he actually mattered.

Harry’s gaze swept over the principal.

“I assume I was called here to discuss the blatant negligence of this institution in allowing constant bullying to take place on its premises.”

The principal paled. “Mr. Evans, that’s not—”

“I haven’t finished speaking.”

The principal snapped his mouth shut.

Harry’s voice remained calm, collected—but sharp as a blade.

“This school has a long-documented history of allowing Mr. Thompson to harass students without consequence. Given that my brother”—he gestured to Peter—“was one of those students, I assume your faculty simply chose to ignore the problem?”

The principal fidgeted. “That’s not entirely fair—”

“Fair?” Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Do I look like someone who concerns himself with fairness especially since it seems you don't care about it either?”

The principal visibly sweated.

Flash’s parents, who had been ready to argue in their son’s defense, suddenly looked like they were rethinking their choices.

Harry continued, voice smooth.

“Here is what is going to happen,” he said. “You are going to present me with a written record of all previous complaints filed against Mr. Thompson. If you don’t have one, I will assume this school has been neglecting its duty to protect students, and I will personally see to it that legal action is taken against you.”

The principal looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.

“Furthermore,” Harry continued, “if I hear so much as a whisper about my brother or his friend being harassed again, I will ensure this school’s funding is reviewed for its failure to provide a safe environment.”

The principal’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Funding?” he echoed weakly.

Harry smiled coldly. “Did you really think Midtown High runs without financial oversight? I have political contacts who would be very interested in hearing about your lack of proper student protections.”

The principal turned pale.

Peter and Ned exchanged awe-filled glances.

Ned whispered, “Dude, he just threatened to end the school.”

Peter nodded. “So cool.”

Flash’s father cleared his throat. “Now, wait just a moment—”

Harry turned.

His attention locked onto Flash’s parents.

They immediately looked uncomfortable.

“Mr. Thompson,” Harry said smoothly. “Your son has spent years harassing my brother. Now that he’s faced the consequences of his actions, you want to play the victim?”

Flash’s mother huffed. “Our son was attacked! He—”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Did he attack first? Let's check the security footage right now if there is any doubt about who started it.”

Silence.

Harry smirked. “Ah. That’s what I thought.”

Flash’s mother faltered.

Harry took a slow, measured step closer.

“My baby brother has tolerated your son’s bullying for years. If you were actually concerned about your son’s well-being, perhaps you should have corrected his behavior before he finally faced someone who wasn’t willing to tolerate it.”

Peter flushed at being called baby brother, warmth filling his heart.

Flash’s father tensed. “Are you threatening us?”

Harry smiled. “No. I’m simply pointing out that your lack of parenting is finally catching up to you.”

Flash’s father looked furious—but hesitant.

Harry looked like someone they didn’t want to make an enemy of.

His presence, his voice, the way he controlled the conversation—

He wasn’t just some kid.

He was dangerous.

And he knew it.

Peter and Ned were still recovering from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.

The school had been destroyed verbally.

Flash’s parents had been shut down entirely.

And Harry had done it so effortlessly that Peter and Ned were still reeling.

Then, just when they thought the surprises were over—

Harry led them straight to a sleek black Bugatti parked outside.

Peter froze mid-step.

Ned gaped.

Peter pointed. “That’s a Bugatti.”

Ned nodded slowly. “It is.”

Peter turned to Harry. “Why do you have a Bugatti?”

Harry, already unlocking the doors, glanced back at them blankly. “To drive.”

Peter and Ned exchanged looks.

Then, in perfect sync—

“…Cool.”

The moment the doors closed, Peter immediately leaned forward from the passenger seat.

“Okay, you have to tell me—how did you do that?”

Harry didn’t even glance at him. “Do what?”

Peter gestured wildly. “That! Back there! The CEO intimidation thing!”

Ned nodded furiously. “Dude, you owned that room.”

Harry sighed, adjusting the gear shift smoothly. “I studied law.”

Silence.

Then:

Peter, whispering, “He’s a lawyer ninja CEO .”

Ned, nodding solemnly, “With the ability to terrify adults into submission.”

Harry said nothing.

The Bugatti purred as they glided through the streets.

Then, suddenly—

“You’re not getting off the hook for not telling May or your parents.”

Peter and Ned froze.

Ned winced. “Uh—”

Harry cut him off. “No excuses.”

Peter opened his mouth—

Harry gave him a sharp look in the rearview mirror.

Peter snapped his mouth shut.

Harry’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge.

“They’re your guardians. They deserve to know what’s happening to you.”

Ned fidgeted. “We just… didn’t want to worry them.”

Peter nodded quickly. “Yeah. We could handle it, so—”

Harry exhaled sharply through his nose.

“That’s not your call to make. Trust me I know how you feel” 

(And unlike him who didn't have anyone to complain and have to rely only on himself- Ned,Peter have someone who would help and support them. He quickly pushed those memories aside)

Peter and Ned stilled.

Harry’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

“It’s their job to worry about you,” he said. “It’s their right to know when something’s wrong.”

Peter and Ned looked down.

The weight of Harry’s words settled over them.

And for the rest of the ride,The car was silent.

Harry was upset.

Peter and Ned were nervous.

And for the first time all day, the victory they had felt earlier didn’t feel quite as good.

Peter had barely slept.

And judging by the look on Ned’s face when they met up outside of school, neither had he.

They both stood near the entrance, staring at the students filing into Midtown High, hesitating.

Ned groaned. “I hate that he was so quiet about it. I’d rather he just yelled.”

Peter nodded. “Same. Silent disappointment? Terrifying.”

They both stood there, not moving.

Peter sighed. “We have to fix this.”

Ned groaned. “How?”

Peter hesitated.

Then—

“I have an idea.”

Ned stared. “That’s never good.”

While Peter and Ned panicked at school, Harry had already been coordinating with their guardians.

May and Ned’s parents had called him separately that morning, asking for updates.

Harry had reassured them, telling both, “They’re feeling guilty. That’s punishment enough.”

May had chuckled. “Yeah, I figured. Peter looked like a kicked puppy all night.”

Ned’s mom had scoffed. “Good. He should feel bad.”

But beyond the scolding, both guardians were just relieved.

Harry was still watching out for them.

Even if they didn’t realize it.

By the time school ended, Peter and Ned couldn’t take it anymore.

They ambushed him at his house.

Peter, holding two cups of coffee, and Ned, carrying a bag of snacks, nervously knocked on Harry’s door.

Harry opened it, eyebrow raised. “Did I forget we had plans?”

Peter shoved a coffee toward him. “Peace offering.”

Ned held up the snacks. “Also a peace offering.”

Harry blinked. “You think food is going to make me stop being disappointed?”

Peter hesitated. “...Is it working?”

Harry stared at them.

Then, slowly, he took the coffee.

Peter and Ned immediately exhaled in relief.

Harry shrugged. “You messed up. And now you’re dealing with the consequences.”

Peter and Ned fidgeted.

Then, finally, Peter sighed.

“We’re sorry,” he muttered.

Ned nodded. “Yeah. We should’ve told May and my parents earlier.”

Harry tilted his head. “And?”

Peter and Ned exchanged a look.

Then, reluctantly—

“…And we won’t hide stuff like that from them again,” Peter said.

Ned sighed. “Even if we think we can handle it.”

Harry nodded approvingly.

Then—

“You’re still grounded, by the way. May and your Parents explicitly told me that and i agree”

Peter and Ned groaned.

Harry just smirked.

Everything felt back to normal.

Peter and Ned had long accepted that Harry Evans was a terrifyingly competent big brother.

But after everything that happened with Flash, and the school?

They started to realize something didn’t add up.

Harry knew too much.

Not just in a he’s smart and well-read kind of way.

In a how the hell do you know this when you never even went to school kind of way.

The Realization Hits

It started casually.

Peter and Ned were hanging out in Harry’s living room, scrolling through their phones while Teddy played with his LEGOs.

Peter was watching a news segment on politics, half-listening, when he suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, Ned," he said. "Remember when Harry completely wrecked Flash’s parents and the school administration?"

Ned snorted. "Yeah. Best day ever."

"No, but like—how?" Peter frowned. "How does he know all that stuff? He didn’t go to school with us. He never talks about college. But he acts like he has a law degree."

Ned froze.

Then he slowly turned to look at Peter.

“…Dude.”

Peter narrowed his eyes.

“Dude.”

Because yeah—now that Peter thought about it, Harry also knew politics, law, and international relations.

And that wasn’t just something you casually pick up.

Right?

Peter and Ned exchanged a look.

And in perfect sync—

"We need to look him up."

Searching for Harry Evans

Ned pulled out his laptop, fingers flying across the keys as he searched.

Peter leaned over his shoulder, eyes scanning the screen as Ned typed in:

Harry Evans – New York

Nothing.

Harry Evans – CEO

Still nothing.

Harry Evans – Political Connections

Nothing.

Peter frowned. “Dude, how is there nothing? He literally acts like a billionaire CEO, there should be something.”

Ned nodded, eyes narrowing. “Yeah, this is weird.”

Peter sat back, thinking. “Okay, what about deeper databases? Corporate records? Maybe even news articles?”

Ned cracked his knuckles. “Say no more.”

Thirty minutes later, Ned was staring at the screen in horror.

Peter frowned. “What?”

“…He doesn’t exist.”

Peter blinked. “What?”

“I tried government databases. Corporate records. Everything.” Ned shook his head. “There is no record of Harry Evans anywhere.”

Peter stared.

“…That’s not possible.”

Ned ran a hand through his hair. “Dude. I know.”

Peter thought for a moment. “Maybe he changed his name?”

Ned nodded slowly. “Maybe. But that still doesn’t explain everything else.”

Peter exhaled.

Now, they weren’t just curious.Now they were determined.

Before they could start digging further, though, Harry did something unexpected.

He showed up at Peter’s apartment one morning, completely unannounced, and tossed him a helmet.

Peter barely caught it. “What—?”

Harry smirked. “You and Ned are coming with me today.”

Peter blinked. “Uh. Where?”

Harry didn’t answer.

Instead, he simply texted Ned:

Harry: Be outside in five minutes.

Ned’s response was immediate.

Ned: What why what’s happening—

Harry: No questions. Just be ready.

Ned: …terrifying but okay.

And that was how Peter and Ned ended up on the back of a motorcycle(peter in the back seat and ned in the carrier), speeding down the highway, completely lost but too excited to care.

Harry had planned the entire day.

First stop? Breakfast at an insane rooftop café with the best waffles Peter had ever tasted.

Then,An arcade that had literal vintage games and a VR setup that made Ned geek out so hard he nearly passed out.

After that, Harry somehow had reservations at an exclusive bowling alley-slash-lounge that was way too fancy for them, but the food was incredible, so they didn’t question it.

And finally—

Harry took them go-kart racing.

And that was when Peter and Ned remembered something very important.

Harry was competitive.

The first round of racing was fine.

Harry was casually in the lead, completely relaxed as he effortlessly outmaneuvered them.

Peter was desperate to catch up.

Ned, meanwhile, was just trying not to crash.

Then—

Peter got an idea.

He glanced at Ned. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Ned grinned. “Oh yeah.”

Harry, up ahead, immediately sensed danger.

He barely had time to react before Peter and Ned ganged up on him, blocking him in with perfectly timed turns.

Harry’s eyes narrowed.

Peter grinned triumphantly. “Ha! Got you now!”

Harry just smirked.

Then, with the smoothest move they had ever seen, Harry braked, spun, and slid out of the trap like it was nothing.

Peter and Ned crashed into each other immediately.

Harry casually crossed the finish line first.

Peter groaned. “HOW?”

Ned just stared. “Dude. He’s a race car driver too?”

Harry, completely unbothered, just smirked. “Better luck next time.”

Peter collapsed onto the track. “I hate you.”

Harry patted his shoulder. “No, you don’t.”

Peter just laughed.

Because for the first time in days, he wasn’t thinking about Flash. Or the school. Or Tony Stark Or Spiderman Or anything stressful.

Just this.

Just being here, with family.

By the time they got back, Peter and Ned were exhausted.

Harry parked the bike, stretching slightly. “Feeling better?”

Peter nodded.

Ned yawned. “Dude. That was awesome.”

Harry smirked. “Good.”

Peter hesitated.

Then, softly—

“…Thanks.”

Harry glanced at him.

“For what?”

Peter shrugged. “For… today. For everything.”

Harry was silent for a moment.

“That’s what big brothers are for.”

Peter felt his chest tighten.

He didn’t need to say anything else.

Because

Harry wasn’t going anywhere.

And that

That was enough.

Peter and Ned had been casually suspicious of Harry before.

But after failing to find anything about him anywhere on the internet, they were fully committed.

So naturally, they did what any rational people would do.

They grabbed a whiteboard, a stack of sticky notes, and turned Peter’s room into a full-on investigation headquarters.

Ned stood in front of the board, marker in hand, and dramatically wrote:

"WHO IS HARRY EVANS???"

Peter nodded seriously. “Alright. Let’s review what we know.”

Ned tapped the marker against his palm. “Confirmed facts: He’s ridiculously good at politics, law, and international relations—”

(Harry: I'm a lord)

Peter nodded. “And literally no government or corporate records exist on him.”

( Harry:Statue of secrecy is a serious thing)

Ned added another note. “Drives a Bugatti and acts like a CEO, but there’s no trace of him in business.”

( Again Statue of secrecy is a serious thing)

Peter snapped his fingers. “And let’s not forget—he’s apparently a professional-level race car driver.”

(harry simple used his quick reaction response with dash of magic not that peter or ned know about it)

Ned pointed at the board. “Right! And he somehow knows people in power.”

(Harry: ofcourse I do)

Peter groaned. “Dude, who is he?”

Ned dramatically slapped a new note onto the board:

"Secret Agent?"

Peter gasped. “Spy theory is back on the table!”

They both stared at the board, deep in thought.

Then—

Peter squinted. “Alright. We need more data.”

Ned cracked his knuckles. “Time to hack deeper.”

Unfortunately for them, Harry was not an idiot.

Within ten minutes of their search, Harry—sitting in his home office—felt the tiniest flicker of an attempt to probe certain databases.

(Harry simply placed a spell to know if someone is trying to breach anytime anywhere)

He smirked.

Peter and Ned, bless their hearts, were good at technology.

Harry was better.(Son of Stark here)

So instead of shutting them down immediately, he decided to have some fun.

Peter and Ned were deep into their search when suddenly—

Their screen glitched.

Ned frowned. “Wait—”

A message popped up:

"Nice try."

Peter froze. “Uh.”

Then, a second message appeared:

"Do you really think you can out-hack me?"

Ned paled. “Oh no.”

Peter grabbed his head. “OH MY GOD HE KNOWS.”

Then the laptop shut down on its own.

Dead silence.

Ned slowly turned to Peter.

“…We are so screwed.”

An hour later, Peter got a text.

Harry: Anything interesting on the internet today?

Peter nearly dropped his phone.

He frantically texted back.

Peter: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT.

Harry: Uh-huh. Sure.

Peter groaned, tossing his phone onto his bed.

Ned, sitting next to him, looked equally stressed.

“So,” Ned said. “On a scale of one to ten, how dead are we?”

Peter sighed. “At least a twelve.”

Ned nodded solemnly. “Cool, cool.”

Then—

A knock at the door.

Peter and Ned froze.

They slowly turned to look at the door.

Peter swallowed. “You don’t think—”

The door swung open.

Harry stood there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

Peter and Ned screamed.

Harry casually walked in, closing the door behind him.

“So,” he said. “You two have been busy.”

Peter and Ned sat up straight like terrified soldiers.

“Nope,” Peter said quickly. “Not at all. Just—hanging out. Normal stuff.”

Ned nodded furiously. “Yup! Completely normal! No hacking. No conspiracies. Definitely didn’t turn Peter’s room into an investigation headquarters—”

Peter kicked him.

Harry just sighed.

Then, smoothly, he pulled out his phone and showed them a picture.

It was their conspiracy board.

Peter screamed internally.

Ned choked. “HOW?!”

Harry smirked. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Peter groaned. “Okay, okay. Maybe we tried to look into you.”

Ned held up his hands. “In our defense, you don’t exist on the internet!”

Peter nodded. “And you act like a CEO but have no company! You quote political theory and law like you have a degree but never went to college! And you’re weirdly good at things normal people shouldn’t be good at!”

Harry simply raised an eyebrow. “So instead of asking me, you decided to hack into government records?”

Peter and Ned looked away.

“…Maybe.”

Harry sighed.

Then, smoothly—

“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not a secret agent.”

( Just an ex rebellion leader now a secret world leader)

Peter squinted. “That’s exactly what a secret agent would say.”

Harry smirked. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

Peter and Ned grumbled.

Harry turned toward the door, then paused.

“Oh,” he added casually. “I deleted all your searches.”

Peter and Ned froze.

“…What?” Peter asked.

Harry smiled innocently. “And all your backups.”

Ned paled. “Wait—”

“And your conspiracy board? Yeah. It’s gone.”

Peter snapped his head toward his wall.

The board was completely empty.

Peter gasped. “HOW?!”

Harry just winked. “Better luck next time.”

Then, without another word, he walked out.

Peter and Ned sat there in absolute horror.

Then, finally, Ned whispered:

“Dude. He is a spy.”

Peter nodded slowly. “Oh yeah. Definitely.”