Making his way through the crowded streets of Manhattan was surprisingly easier on four feet -er, paws- than just two. Because when you happen to be a huge, black wolf people tend to get-the-hell-outta one’s way. Just a kid with a beat-up pair of converse and a Fall-out Boy tee and no one gives a shit if they half trample you to death.
Fen scowls as yet another tourist stops mid-stride to gape at a building, a cursing, finger flipping pile-up of angry suits making their way around “Mr. I ❤️ NYC” and shoving him outta their way in their hurry.
Assholes. All of them.
He glances down at the phone in his hand between keeping up the pace of the stream he’s in. Least it’s unlocked. And luckily, in a fit of random panic a few years ago when his phone broke, he’d memorized the two most important numbers in his contact list. The best vegetarian taco place in the world…
And Harry’s.
He presses dial.
@definitelyharryosborn
Harry is making his way from the closest coffee shop back to Oscorps Industries. He had been working all day in the lab, and needed a pick me up as it was starting to get dark. He had no plans of stopping his current work pace.
He felt his pocket vibrate, shifting his coffee into his other hand, he pulls his phone out. It’s a number he’s never seen before. Probably solicitation. He thinks, but he answers it anyway.
“Hello?”
It rang.
And rang.
And rang.
And-
“Oh thank god, hi. Hi, Harry. It’s me. It’s- It’s Fen. I’m sorry for calling you in the middle of the… whatever the day of the week it is. I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday? You work Tuesdays, right? Shit. Doesn’t matter. Just. Are you free to talk?”
“Woah, woah, slow down. I’m free to talk, what’s going on? You tripping on something?” Harry asks, only slightly joking.
“What?” Fen froze -just like one of those fucking tourists- in the middle of the pavement, his fingers clutching the phone with far more force than was probably healthy for it as shouts of indignation and good ole’ curses were thrown his way.
Doesn’t matter. Wasn’t his anyway. Besides, it probably got beat up a lot worse than some kid gripping it too tight in a panic, belonging to a freaking god after all.
“No. No, no, that’s not it. I’m not- At least,” He took a shaky step forward before merging once more into the hustle and bustle. “At least I’m pretty sure. Like, ninety-eight percent sure that’s not it. I just- god-fucking-dammit! Just. Today has been really fucking weird, okay? And a lot of crazy shit has been happening and I just needed- I need…”
Harry listens, taking a sip from his coffee, his brows knit together with concern as Fenrir babbles on.
“You need to relax.” Harry finishes the sentence for Fen, keeping his tone as understanding as possible. “You should come over and tell me about it. I’ve got something for the edge.” He pauses, waiting to hear Fen’s reply.
Fen lets out a shaky breath and nods, slowly, brow pulling together as he glances up at the group waiting to cross the street.
“Right. Yeah. I can…” He swallows, scrubs a hand across his face before nodding once more. “I should do that. Relax. Your place? Can I- You think I can crash there? For a few days?” The light turns and he, and what feels like the other five hundred people surrounding him, surge forward. “I don’t really- I can’t go back. Home. I don’t have any of my shit either. Fucking wolf…”
“Yeah you can crash at my place. Do you need a ride? I can send a car.” He offers “I dont know what a wolf has to do with this, but that 2% of uncertainty is beckoning me to make bets on it when you talk like that.” He jokes, again as he walks into Oscorps.
Harry covers the mic of the phone and speaks to the woman at the desk. “Can you have someone bring a car around to take me home?”
She nods curtiously.
“Look, Fen, send me your location if you need picked up. I’ll swing by with my driver. And for the love of god, take a deep breath.”
“M’not fucking high.” A scowl breaks across Fen’s face even as ice-blue eyes roll heavenwards as he tries to keep down a smile. He can hear the quiet murmuring of Harry’s voice even through the speaker crushed to what he can only assume is one of Harry’s fancy-ass scarves, of sweaters, or jackets or something, and he loses the battle to a grin.
Fucking posh.
Apparently this. This is what he needed after the shitshow today has been.
After all the fucking drama, the wolf, the meeting of his fucking asshole of a father... He was still upset. Terrified, a little. Livid, a lot. But it was okay-ish. Now. For some stupid reason or another and despite the crushing crowd.
He grumbles half-heartedly at the moment of sentiment and tries to school his features into something more resembling his typical scowling expression. He... fails. Miserably.
“I’m heading south on Madison and I’m breathing just fine you asshole. But...” Fen swallows, shuffles his way forward with the crowd and shrugs even though they’re not facetiming. “Thank you. I- I’ll see you soon.”
