Homecoming nig- no it a night from hell
For most people, Homecoming Night was just that—a dance.
For Peter Parker?
It turned into something else entirely.
And by the end of the night—
He was battered, bruised, and standing in the wreckage of a crashed Stark cargo plane.
And Harry didn’t even know.
Peter should’ve known.
The moment Toomes opened the door at Liz’s house, Peter knew the night was going to go south fast.
And it did.
By the time he was inside that abandoned warehouse buried under the rubble, staring up at a cold hard concrete prices—he was already thinking ahead.
How do I get out of this?
In another timeline, he might have despaired.
Might have called for help.
Now, Peter had trained.
He’d sparred with Harry. Learned from him.
So even as Toomes walked away, even as Peter’s ribs ached from his struggles—
He focused.
Breathed.
And used everything Harry had taught him.
"Come on Spider man"
He lifted the warehouse off him.
No hesitation.
And by the time he was running toward the takeoff site, he was already thinking about the next fight.
The fight at the plane was messy.
Peter didn’t hesitate.
Toomes had superior tech, but Peter had training.
He moved smarter, dodged faster.
And when the plane was going down, when it was careening toward the ground—
Peter held on.
He controlled the fall.
Redirected it toward Coney Island instead of a more populated area.
And even after all of that, after the crash—
He still fought.
Still stood.
He won.
Vulture was caught. The plane was destroyed, but the damage was contained.
And Happy Hogan was there for cleanup.
Peter was exhausted.But he had done it
By the time it was over, the sun was rising.
While all of this was happening—
Harry Evans aka Harry Potter-Black-Peverill was stuck in an ICW meeting.
It was supposed to be brief.
It wasn’t.
By the time midnight hit, Harry already knew he wouldn’t be getting home.
So he did the next best thing—
He texted May.
Got caught up in work. Can’t make it home tonight. Can Teddy stay over?
May responded immediately.
Of course. Stay safe.
Harry sighed.
It was fine.
Teddy was safe. Peter was probably at the dance.
Nothing was wrong.
…Right?
Peter dragged himself home just after sunrise, every part of his body aching.
He barely made it to his room before collapsing onto his bed.
And, for a brief, beautiful moment—
He thought he was safe.
Until—
His door swung open.
And May Parker walked in.
“Peter, if you are back home why didn't you tell —”
She froze.
Because there, standing in the middle of the room, was her nephew.
And he was halfway through taking off a red-and-blue suit.
(His pjs)
A very familiar red-and-blue suit.
May’s brain stopped functioning.
Peter blinked.
“Oh,” he said weakly.
May’s eye twitched.
Then—
“WHAT THE—?!”
And before she could even finish that sentence—
The front door opened.
Harry Evans walked in.
Teddy woke up because of the scream startled and scared started screaming "DADDYYYYEEE!!!"
“WHAT THE—?!”
Teddy: "DADDYYYYEEE!!!"
May’s scream of shock had barely left her lips before Teddy’s terrified wail filled the apartment.
Peter flinched. “Oh no—”
The next second, Harry was there.
Moving fast, he crossed the room in seconds, scooping Teddy up into his arms.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Harry murmured, rubbing gentle circles into Teddy’s back. “I’m here, Teddy. You’re safe.”
Teddy clung to him, still sniffling. “May was loud,” he mumbled.
(Sensitive werewolf genes)
Harry sighed, rubbing small circles on Teddy’s back. “I know, cub. You’re okay.”
May, meanwhile, was still processing.
She snapped out of it when Harry spoke again.
“Peter,” Harry said, without looking up. “Where are you hurt?”
Peter, still half in his suit, just stood there like he was about to die.
(Is it too late to go back and buried under the warehouse? No that's way too traumatizing)
Peter flinched.
“I—I’m fine—”
Harry’s head snapped up, eyes sharp.
“Where?”
Peter winced. “Uh—”
“Where?”
Peter swallowed. “Ribs. Maybe a sprain in my wrist. A couple of cuts.”
“Sit down.”
Peter sat down immediately.
May blinked.
(May had already seen this scene many times when Peter tries to hide something from Harry-though only when it seems harmful to Peter)
Harry barely even raised his voice, and yet Peter reacted like he was under strict orders.
Which, honestly, he kind of was.
Harry shifted Teddy in his arms, pulling out his medical kit from his suitcase.
(completely normal looking office suit case to non- magicals)
Teddy, still clinging to him, peeked at Peter.
“Spider?” he mumbled sleepily.
Peter froze. “Wha—?”
Harry exhaled. “Yeah, Teddy. Peter’s Spider-Man.”
May’s eye twitched.
“You knew?!” she snapped.
Harry didn’t even look up.
“In a second May,” he muttered, dabbing at Peter’s bruises.
Peter let out a sharp hiss. “Ow—!”
Harry shot him a look.
Peter immediately shut up.
"You ribs bruised and your wrist did sprain however you should be good by tomorrow morning with your self healing, I'm disinfecting your wounds right now so it doesn't get infected. You will definitely feel sore in the morning."
May watched, stunned.
Harry was working efficiently, checking Peter’s injuries without hesitation.
Teddy, now calm, was resting quietly on his shoulder, clearly used to all of this.
Peter—who was normally jumpy and sarcastic and full of excuses—was just letting it happen while looking guilty.
Once Harry finished patching Peter up, he finally turned to May.
“You knew.”
Harry didn’t flinch. “Yes.”
“You knew Peter was Spider-Man,” she said, voice trembling, “and you didn’t tell me?”
"Yes"
“For how long?”
Harry tilted his head.
“A while.”
May’s eye twitched.
“A while,” she repeated. “A while?”
Harry sighed. “Since before I met you.”
May stared.
She took a deep breath.
She punched Harry in the arm.
Peter gasped. “May?!”
Harry just blinked looked down and pursed his lips.
“That’s for not telling me,” May said flatly.
Then she punched him again.
“And that’s for letting him go out and get nearly killed!”
Harry rubbed his arm. “I didn’t let him do anything.”
May glared. “Oh, so you didn’t train him? You didn’t help him fight better?”
Harry met her gaze, unflinching. “I did.”
May let out a shaky breath.
Peter immediately opened his mouth.
“May—Harry didn’t—”
May’s hands curled into fists. “Then why didn’t you tell me?!”
Harry exhaled.
Then, carefully—
Harry looked at May seriously.
“Because it wasn’t my secret to tell.”
“Because if I told you, you would’ve tried to stop him.”
“And if you had stopped him, he would’ve kept going anyway.”
May wanted to speak but froze.
Harry continued, voice calm but firm.
"I wanted Peter to tell you himself because it's your right as his guardian to know and it's better to hear about it from himself than outsiders"
Peter looked down.
Because he couldn’t deny it.
He would have kept going.
No matter what.
May clenched her jaw. “So you just—what? Helped him fight? Sent him into danger?”
(I wish he doesn't have to be a hero.
I wish to bubble wrap him to keep him safe.
I don't want to lose him.)
"Harry, he could’ve died.”
Harry’s expression softened slightly.
“I know,” he said quietly.
(He probably knows the best)
May’s throat tightened.
“But he didn’t,” Harry added. “Because he’s good at what he does.”
May shook her head. “He’s a kid.”
(So was I)
Harry shook his head. “I helped train him so that he can survive.”
"I helped him so that he can come back home no matter what or who he faced-"
"to come back home- to you"
May’s breath hitched.
Because that was the truth, wasn’t it?
Peter was already out there.Already fighting.
Harry had trained him, prepared him, taught him how to make it out alive.
Peter felt emotional that Harry knew but he didn't stop him.
He silently supported him. Trained Peter to come back home safe.
He understood Peter in a way Peter thought was never possible.
Peter teared up because that was soo cool and such a brother thing to do. He never thought he would one day experience it other than from his best friend Ned.
Peter looked between them.
Then—
He squared his shoulders.
“May.”
She turned to him.
Peter took a deep breath.
“I know you’re scared,” he said. “I know you’re mad. But I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
May opened her mouth—
“I can’t watch as a bystander when people get hurt,” Peter continued. “I won’t. Because you and Uncle Ben didn’t raise me like that.”
May’s eyes burned.
Peter swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice quieter. “But I won’t stop.”
That was the moment May Parker realized—
She couldn’t stop him, either.
May slowly sat down.
May just buried her face in her hands.
This was too much.
Her kid was a superhero.
Now, everything had changed.
The silence was heavy.
Then—
Teddy, who had half dozed off, mumbled—
“May?”
May looked up. “Yeah, sweetie?”
Teddy blinked sleepily.
Then, innocently—
“Are you mad at Daddy?”
May stiffened.
Harry closed his eyes.
(Remus:I'm disappointed in you harry)
May just sighed.
“No, Teddy,” she murmured. “I’m just… really tired.”
Teddy yawned. “Me too.”
Harry huffed a quiet laugh."Me three cub, I bet Peter is too".
May sighed again.
She looked at Harry.
“We’re not done talking about this,” she muttered.
Harry nodded.
“I know.”
"and Harry?"
"Yes?"
"You are not an outsider"
Harry felt his throat tighten.
He looked away.
"Thanks May"
"..you are not an outsider either"
Then Harry hugged Teddy,turned around-
"I'll back at breakfast" and left through the door.