An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

Running Home to You

Of all the people Wesley expected at his door, Peter Parker was not one of them. But there was the teenager, sheepish and uncertain looking, but also still there in the flesh. His brown hair looked tousled and barely brushed through and his clothes thrown on in a hurry, so Wesley could guess that he had in fact rushed over or something of the like.

"Hi?" Peter said awkwardly, asking more than saying, and giving a just as awkward wave and smile.

"Mr. Parker," Wesley acknowledged, quickly moving away from surprise. "Can I help you with something?"

Peter suddenly wore a determined expression. "I want to help find Harry."

It was oddly adorable, in a very puppyish sort of way, and Wesley was hard-pressed in denying him. But deny him he did.

"Thank you for your offer, and I'm sure Harry would appreciate your loyalty and friendship, but this is being handled. In fact, we've found her and I'll be on my way to her soon."

Peter looked contrite. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"

Wesley gave him a genuine smile. "No, it's alright. I'll let her know you were worried about her and she'll contact you when she gets back."

Disappointed, Peter nodded and thanked him before leaving. Even as the teen left, Wesley wore the smile in fondness and shook his head. Harry sure did know how to pick her friends. If nothing else, he knew they were all definitely loyal, which he was very thankful for.

That said, he went to his room and started to pack, hoping he could hurry up and be by Harry's side by evening at the least. His phone ringing distracted him and he immediately answered it, hoping it was Harry. Hearing Wilson's voice instead, he tried not to feel too disappointed.

"Wilson, what can I help you with?" he asked, activating the magical hands free mode as he continued to pack.

"You called before to say that Harry was found?" Wilson's voice was full of relief.

"Yes. She called and we managed to figure out that she's in Russia. Murmansk to be exact. She had trouble communicating, but we've solved that problem. I'll be heading to meet her over in Moscow."

"I see –I'll have the private plane prepared and meet you at the airport."

"Sir –" But Wilson had already hung up on him and Wesley didn't get to get a word in edgewise. He stared at his phone.

"Well...that was informative," he said dryly and rolled his eyes.

He was still a bit askance at his boss' quick talk and sudden and implied self-invitation to go pick up Harry, but Wilson wasn't going to be talked down anyhow. He shrugged. At least he didn't have to get the personal plane ready himself.

Wesley finished up his packing and grabbed his luggage, setting it on the ground and then rolling it out of his apartment, locking up behind him as he got ready for an extended leave.

Getting into his car, he made sure his luggage was secure in the back before driving out of the parking garage and then heading to the airport, feeling restless and his anxiety building. He was looking forward to seeing Harry, but he still worried about her state and if she was okay. There was also that a lot of things could have happened between now and the last time he'd talked to her.

It seemed like no time had passed until he was at the airport and then he was heading to where Wilson's private plane was, blinking as he saw not only Wilson there but Vanessa as well. She waved enthusiastically at him and he assumed that Wilson had somehow managed to fill her in on things, or as much as he could.