Harry/Peter Peter was quickly realising that it might been a good thing that his one attempt at attending something like this has been cut short. At least, when he came as himself, not as Spider-Man for one of May's fundraisers. He fidgeted in the uncomfortable jacket, holding a glass of 'pumpkin juice' (not at all bad, actually) and doing his best not to stare at the wizard with his face a short distance away.
Weird. Weird, weird, weird.
He also was very stubbornly keeping his back to the shadowy woman who kept lurking in the corner of his vision. He couldn't deal with that. Not now, not ever. It was one thing having Mr Stark and Ms Romanoff and the rest back, but when it came to his Aunt...
Peter's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden buzzing at the base of his skull, a tingling under his skin that lifted the hairs on his arms. He spun towards the door, every muscle tensed, looking both for whatever-it-was and for Tony. Something was happening. He should warn -
But before he could say anything, it all happened at once. Peter was on the ceiling before he'd even thought about it, still in the horrible jacket, looking down on the chaos. He scanned the crowd through the flashes of light for - his gaze alighted on Harry Potter, throwing up some kind of shield spell (that was cool) over a group of party guests as a figure closed in from behind...
With a leap, he threw himself downward, sending out a web that wrapped itself around the attacker's ankles. Thank God there was very little tech in these versions of his shooters. Even with all the Stark technology stripped from them, they had enough manual parts to work amongst the magic fling around.
The sudden tangle of webbing sent the looming figure tumbling just as Peter landed on top, bounding up in time to bind the man's wand hand to the floor. Catching a breath, Peter swung round until he was back to back with Harry.