Marvel Imagines

Harry Osborn-1

Imagine--Harry and Peter fighting over you

"Just back off." Harry spits. "She doesn't want you in this." Peter says harshly.

Both boys were speaking for you instead of letting you speak for yourself. You look at Harry who is sending death glares at Peter. Peter stands protectively in front of you, practically guarding you from Harry's gaze.

"Y/N, Get back here!" Peter yells at you as you walk in front of him and sneak over to Harry, who snakes an arm around your waist and shoots Peter a cocky grin.

"Actually, I don't want you in this." You say smoothly to Peter. He stares at you in disbelief, clearly hurt. "Peter, how's that feel buddy?" Harry says with mock compassion.

"You've really got a cold heart, Y/N." Peter says, not daring to break eye contact with you. "After all we did together, you just come crawling right back to him!" He says pointing to Harry. Harry slips away from you and approaches Peter.

"Don't you even try to start something." Peter warns. Hatred burns brightly in Harry's hazel eyes. "Fuck off. She's mine." Harry wastes no time in making the first move and before you can even blink, Peter is stumbling backwards clutching his nose.

"I do think I saw her first." Peter seethes, as he quickly recovers and punches Harry right back.

Harry risks a glance at you and smirks briefly. That's when you realize what he's doing. You curse silently. Harry always keeps a knife with him for "security purposes."

"Harry! Stop!" You shout as you rush to separate the two friends. You grab Harry's shoulders and push him backwards, causing him to drop the knife.

"Y/N darling, leave this to the big boys please." He comments while chuckling at your attempt to stop the fighting. You quickly capture his mouth in a heated kiss to shut him up. You can feel Peter's envious glare upon you two as Harry moves his hands to your ass, but you quickly push off of him. You turn and send Peter an apologetic look, he nods accepting it.

"We have a problem." Peter states. "Tell me something I don't know." You mutter under your breath. Peter takes a few steps backwards, allowing there to room in between both Harry and himself.

"You know she's going to have to choose one of us." Peter yells to Harry. "We all know where she'll go when she decides." Harry says matter-of-factly as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You try to break free to show Peter that you're not taking sides, but Harry holds you in his strong arms without budging.

"It's to me if you didn't already know." Peter says sassily. Harry releases you in shock and you turn to look at Harry. His overall look is pure confidence, but in his eyes you can see that doubt is nearly swallowing him whole.

"Y/N, behind you!" Harry warns, but before you can act, you feel warm hands on your hips turning you to face the opposite direction. The moment you are turned around, soft lips come in contact with yours. Slowly, Peter's hands find their way to your ass. You break the kiss to see Peter staring at Harry darkly, as if challenging him.

"Get off of my girl." Harry says angrily.

Peter smirks dangerously. "Who said she's yours?" He snaps.

"Who do you want darling?" Harry changes the subject as you break away from Peter's grasp.

"How am I supposed to choose?!" You confess after a period of long silence.

Harry sighs and walks up to you, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers. "I'll make it easy for you. I'll choose." He whispers.

"So now your going to kidnap her? Let her choose!" Peter shouts.

"We all know where her heart truly lies." Harry replies flatly.

"Bye Peter." You say as you leave with Harry, hand in hand.