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Can we all just agree that Harley would 100% be a one direction stan? Thank you.

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Ratatouille! Ratatouille! Honestly, I love this, I also love ratatouille and can I just say, A Parkner ratatouille AU is *chef kiss*

The motorcycle kiss spence from Ratatouille but it’s Parkner and Peter trying to say that he has a symbiote(Venom)

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Might take me a few days or so but I’m on it! I love this idea and now my tiny pea brain is demanding I write a fic :)))))

i need more geeky harley content.

have we collectively forgotten about his garage workshop? or his ingenious ten year old mechanic skills?

don’t get me wrong, i love bad boy, smooth, suave harley, but what about the boy who could have the quips and the oblivious rambles? the one who was so caught up in asking questions due to his burning curiosity that he gave tony a panic attack?

i know to balance the parkner we usually do the opposites attract thing, but what about them bonding over their love of engineering and science? arguing about equations and editing each other’s papers for each other. them hunched over their workbenches and passing tools and being building buddies? harley helping peter with suit repairs? peter discussing the ways to increase speed in harley’s potato guns?like i need this content

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Do you really know Harley Keener?

[Trigger Warnings]

[•Blood]

[•Major angst towards the end]

[•Stabbing wounds]

[•Fighting]

—

Everyone always thought they knew exactly who Harley Keener was, everyone thought they knew exactly what type of person Harley was. He was an engineer and graduated from Midtown High last year. He was a natural brunette, tall and straight, was he not? Everyone thought they knew the boy who grew up in Tennessee, the boy who’s father left when he was younger, the boy who cared for his younger sister, the boy who met Tony Stark when he was younger. You may also think you know this boy, but ask yourself again, do you really know Harley Keener?

There were only two people who felt like they truly knew Harley Keener, said people going by the names Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. They had immediately taken a liking to the kid’s confidence when they met him 4 years ago, Harley was confident yet quite kept to himself, exactly the type of person S.H.I.E.L.D was looking for.

It had started with Harley doing simple paper work, which evolved into Harley helping with mission reports to eventually moving his way up the ranks to join Nat and Clint as one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s best spies, but before we go down that route, let’s take a look back shall we?

-

“Harley, I’m sorry- I love you.” Those were the last words Harley heard from his sister, Abbie, before he left for New York. He was originally going to live with Tony Stark in the Avengers Tower and well, that plan backfired? Harley would just live out on the streets because there was no way he was going back to Tennessee, especially not back to his mum and his traitor of a sister.

It took a few hours but eventually, Harley was sitting in the back of a car squashed between two other people, a blond guy with a black and purple suit on sitting on his left and on his right was a red haired woman, also in a black and purple suit. Harley didn’t know who they were, all he knew was that Tony was close to tears when he sent him into the car with the three strangers. Driving the car was a guy with an eyepatch, Harley was fairly sure he had seen him before but alas, he couldn’t remember.

It seemed to take forever but Harley now found himself following the two strangers who were laughing away and kept looking at him with swift glances over their shoulders. Harley hadn’t ever really felt judged in his life, but he was guessing this is what was happening currently. When the two came to a quick stop, Harley was slightly startled but tried to keep his cool as they turned to look at him.

“So, Keener.” The red headed woman’s tone was dark, almost threatening. Despite her clearly trying to make him anxious, Harley tried to keep his cool and after a few moments, the red headed woman let a smile appear on her face and stuck her hand out in a hand shake, which Harley gracefully excepted. “I’m Agent Romanoff and this here is Agent Barton, welcome to the team”

-

“Hey Stark? Did you miss us?” Natasha spoke with a hint of laughter playing through her tone, she was flanked by Clint and Harley either side of her as they walked into the tower’s penthouse. Tony popped his head out from where he was in the kitchen, a wide smile on his face. “Romanoff! Barton! It’s been a while, how have you guys been?”

Tony hadn’t noticed the taller blond standing behind Nat but the moment his eyes landed on the blond a shatter of a mug could be heard. “H-Harley?” Tony asked, he hadn’t seen his kid in what felt like decades, even if it had only been a year or two.

Harley smiled brightly as he made his way to Tony, immediately pulling his father figure into a hug. “Looking older than I remember” Harley spoke, trying to remain calm as he didn’t want his dad to see him cry. Tony didn’t mind letting the others see him cry, well, if he did it sure wasn’t stopping him from full on crying right there. “I see you still haven’t grown up” Tony smiled softly, pulling Harley even closer to him, as if Harley was going to slip away from him again. “I’m not going anywhere any time soon, old man”

—

“Keener- lay low, try not to get injured any more than you are now, okay? I trust you-“ Clint spoke softly the blond before following Natasha off into the dark, leaving a slightly panicking Harley behind. He bit down on his lift, shifting ever so slightly which caused him extreme pain. Harley had fallen trying to escape the enemies, which he had decided left him with either bruised or broken ribs.

Harley let out a whimper of complete and utter pain, he knew he shouldn’t have came on this mission, after all he wasn’t long out of the training scheme. He should have just listened to Clint, who was pretty much like a dad to him now, after all Clint was usually always right.

—

“Hey Tony? Can you pass me my Apple juice please?” Harley asked as he lay on the couch, his eyes half shut and his torso bandaged tightly. He let out a slightly wheezy breath before taking a sip of his apple juice and smiling up at Tony. “Thanks for looking after me- I could have just stayed with Fury, you didn’t have to do this.” Harley furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Tony.

“It’s alright kid, your lucky Peter hasn’t found you yet, he’s all for helping people... especially you, Kid” Tony ran a hand through Harley’s hair before being interrupted by the sound of books crashing to the floor and a high pitched squeak. Tony looked towards the figure, a smile resting on his face before standing up. “I’ll leave you two alone.”, and with that, Tony was seen no more.

“Harley- oh my gosh- what happened? You’re drinking apple juice- that means-“ The figure, who Harley had now successfully realised was Peter Parker, who carefully caressed his cheek before planting a soft kiss to his forehead. “What happened Harls? Are you alright?” Harley let out a small whimper noise as he leaned into Peter’s touch. “I- I got hurt Peter, my ribs are broken, I think, Tony wouldn’t tell me- he only told me to relax- it- it hurts a lot..” Harley whimpered even more, relaxing the moment Peter started to gently massage his scalp.

“Oh Harls, what are you like...” Peter whispered softly as he gently sat on the couch and pulling Harley’s head into his lap, his eyes closed as he just enjoyed having Harley back, he had missed him a lot.

—

“Agent Coulson! Be careful- please-“ Harley shouted out just before Coulson had gotten shot. He let out a silent string of curse words as he raced over to his partner. “Hey- Hey- Phil, you’re alright- I’ve got you- it’s okay, I’m proud of you, j-just stay with me, okay?” Harley whispered to the agent, applying pressure to the wound in his shoulder, trying to keep it from bleeding out and effectively killing Coulson. “Agent #02648 is down, I repeat Agent “02648 is down, I need an ambulance or at least a medical kit.” Harley pretty much yelled down his com, praying that someone had the medical kit with them.

“Kid, try to remain calm, we’re on our way.” Clint answered, and within a couple of minutes, Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton were by his side. Harley was panicking, completely panicking. No one had ever gotten shot before, well not since he was part of the team. He felt sick to the stomach, he didn’t want to look at his partner but he had to, he had to make sure Coulson stayed with them, they couldn’t loose him, not after what he had done for Harley. To keep him safe.

—

“Harley! Don’t hit me with that bullshit! That could have been you! I- I can’t deal with you constantly being in danger- what is you died Harley? What if you died out there and I wasn’t by your side-“ Peter was crying, he wouldn’t look at Harley too scared to see his other half beaten up and covered in blood. Agent Coulson’s blood. The thought of how Harley would look made Peter want to be sick, he wanted to run away and hide. When he was told one of the agents on the mission got shot? He thought it was Harley trying to be all heroic again. He couldn’t think about having to live on without Harley at his side. What was he supposed to do? What if Harley got hurt next time?

“Peter- please just at least look at me. I’m okay and I’ll never leave you again. I- I love you Peter” Those last 4 words had Peter’s head snap up in an instant, Harley had been the first to say ‘I love you’. Peter glances up at Harley, the streams of tears only getting worse but he immediately pulled Harley into a hug, almost strangling him with the amount of pressure that he was using. He didn’t want to leave Harley. Not in a couple hours, not in a few days, not in a decade. He wanted Harley to always be there, but would he be?

—

There was smoke. Too much smoke. They knew he was there. There was no where to go. He was trapped. Harley took a deep breath and he pushed an injured person behind him, taking another deep breath before launching himself at the attacker, knocking them out.

His whole body went cold, a pulsing pain in his side. He couldn’t move, all of his breath getting trapped in his throat as he tried to register what had just happened. His vision was getting darker, he was swaying, or was he falling? He didn’t know. His head hit against the concrete floor, darkness washing over him in one quick movement.

—

“What do you mean he’s dying?” Peter stared at Tony with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face, his voice croaky and gross sounding from not using it. He crumbled into Tony’s arms. “He promised me he’d be careful! I- I have to go see him-“ Peter pulled away from Tony, despite his father figure’s words of wisdom, he ran out of the lab, not stopping until he got to the med bay, walking into the room where Tony told him Harley was.

Peter almost passed out when he saw the numerous amounts of machines Harley was hooked up to, listening to the sound of the heart monitor instead of focusing on Harley’s barely beating heart. Peter almost passed out when Harley’s heart stopped beating, he let out a loud choked up noise, not wanting to cry as he watched doctors and nurses rush in and start to preform CPR. Peter almost passed out when it took 2 minutes too many to bring Harley back. Peter almost passed out when he realised that he may never have Harley back.

-

Harley’s eyes hurt, his eyelids felt heavy and he wanted to go back to sleep. If it wasn’t for the little squeezes of his hand he may have gone back to sleep, he gently squeezed the hand, which he knew belonged to his husband, which was holding his. He let out a small groan, forcing his eyes open even in the slightest bit.

“Harley? Omg- Harley- you’re awake- I- I can’t- oh my god-“ Peter started to babble, tears streaming down his face as his free hand was placed against his mouth in a form of gasp. He moved his hand from his mouth, placing it in Harley’s hair. “I- I can’t believe you.” Peter muttered softly, not wanting to wake Tony or disturb Harley too much.

Harley tried his best to lean into Peter’s touch, closing his eyes again. “I’m sorry, I- I love you.” He whispered, trying his best to move over a bit, pulling Peter into the spot next to him by the best of his ability. “I love you so much Pete, I’m so sorry.”

Peter only wrapped his arms around his husband, trying not to touch his stomach or side. “I love you too Harls, now get some sleep and we can talk about this later.” Peter said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Harley’s head, playing with the blond’s hair until said blond fell asleep. “I’m never letting you leave again...”

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Do you really know Harley Keener?

A sneak peak for the Spy!Harley oneshot I’m working on :^)

—-

Everyone always thought they knew exactly who Harley Keener was, everyone thought they knew exactly what type of person Harley was. He was an engineer and graduated from Midtown High last year. He was a natural brunette, tall and straight, was he not? Everyone thought they knew the boy who grew up in Tennessee, the boy who’s father left when he was younger, the boy who cared for his younger sister, the boy who met Tony Stark when he was younger. You may also think you know this boy, but ask yourself again, do you really know Harley Keener?

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I- I love this, I guess this is now getting added to the long list of Oneshots I’m procrastinating over :)

Story Ideas/Headcannons.

I’m fed up of looking at the Parkner tag every hour to see if there’s new posts so I decided to give y’all some random ass shit I think of, including Parkner headcannons and story ideas I’ll never write.

So please- if you have any Parkner, or even Harley or Peter, headcannons, don’t be afraid to hit me up and I’ll happily share my ideas and what I think of. Also if you send me a story ideas... I might write about it :^)

Harley getting kidnapped for fun to see what place is the nicest and which kidnappers are the kindest, it becomes a sort of running joke that being kidnapped is Harley’s hobby and saving Harley is Peter’s hobby.

Peter. Can’t. Flirt. Fairly sure we all know Harley would be one hell of a flirt right? So whenever Harley is being flirtatious towards Peter, Peter just stops working? You get me?

Stephen doesn’t like Harley because let’s be real here, Stephen loves Peter to bits and Harley isn’t the best influence on Peter’s totally innocent brain. Also once Harley threw a printer and Stephen because he thought Stephen asked for a printer. Change my mind.

Story idea: Harley’s a selective mute, it happened when his dad left and his mum became completely distraught, not to mention Harley couldn’t think of his little sister, Abbie, having to hear the heartbreak in his voice anytime he spoke, so he just didn’t.

Harley can ride horses, it started when he was younger and he learned how to ride by riding cows because his family could never afford a horse. It wasn’t until Harley got a job as a mechanic when he started to learn how to ride by taking lessons at a barn close to his home town.

Peter needs glasses, that’s it. That’s the head cannon. I really don’t know what you were expecting from me to be honest.

Baking helps calm Peter down and despite his Aunt not being able to bake, or really cook, Peter listens to the stories May tells about Ben being able to cook/bake and on Peter’s 16th birthday, May gave him Ben’s old recipe book that Peter still likes to bake from to this day.

Harley likes to act like Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen even though he can’t cook for shit.

Peter would be the type of trainer to let Pokémon move freely outside of the pokéball, he’d also help nurse really sick Pokémon back to health, his own personal Pokémon is an Eevee who is still yet to evolve but if she was to evolve, I’m guessing she’d either be me a Sylvion or an espeon-

Harley has one of the strongest Pokémon teams, having some of the highest level Pokémon out of the top competitors. Although Harley doesn’t fight anymore, almost all of his time is devoted to experimenting and testing to see how to make Pokémon more comfortable. I’m not too sure on what Harley’s personal Pokémon would be, my first initial thoughts were a Pikachu or possibly a Charmander-

Harley putting stomp sensor lights into Peter’s Spiderman feet and dying of laughter anytime Peter lands because his feet just g l o w

Harley has full mental breakdowns whenever Peter is away on missions, once Peter came back to Harley sitting in the closet of their apartment in a big bird costume.

Nat and Clint 100% started to turn Harley into a spy because Harley reminds Nat of Clint and Clint looks at Harley as a little brother. Also Harley now definitely knows Russian.

The idea for Ironlad came about when Harley learned that Peter was Spiderman and didn’t want Peter fighting crime alone, therefore Harley built the Ironlad suit and keeps it a secret so whenever Peter seems to be in trouble, Ironlad just swoops in and helps Peter and disappears before Peter can say anything. I really want to write about this one

Peter has a way with animals, it’s just something about animals that seems to attract them to Peter. If there’s an animal needing calmed, Peter is the person to go to.

I honestly can’t remember anymore at this point :^)

Also if anyone wants to be added to my police department Parkner fic, just HMU :))))

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Story Ideas/Headcannons.

I’m fed up of looking at the Parkner tag every hour to see if there’s new posts so I decided to give y’all some random ass shit I think of, including Parkner headcannons and story ideas I’ll never write.

So please- if you have any Parkner, or even Harley or Peter, headcannons, don’t be afraid to hit me up and I’ll happily share my ideas and what I think of. Also if you send me a story ideas... I might write about it :^)

Harley getting kidnapped for fun to see what place is the nicest and which kidnappers are the kindest, it becomes a sort of running joke that being kidnapped is Harley’s hobby and saving Harley is Peter’s hobby.

Peter. Can’t. Flirt. Fairly sure we all know Harley would be one hell of a flirt right? So whenever Harley is being flirtatious towards Peter, Peter just stops working? You get me?

Stephen doesn’t like Harley because let’s be real here, Stephen loves Peter to bits and Harley isn’t the best influence on Peter’s totally innocent brain. Also once Harley threw a printer and Stephen because he thought Stephen asked for a printer. Change my mind.

Story idea: Harley’s a selective mute, it happened when his dad left and his mum became completely distraught, not to mention Harley couldn’t think of his little sister, Abbie, having to hear the heartbreak in his voice anytime he spoke, so he just didn’t.

Harley can ride horses, it started when he was younger and he learned how to ride by riding cows because his family could never afford a horse. It wasn’t until Harley got a job as a mechanic when he started to learn how to ride by taking lessons at a barn close to his home town.

Peter needs glasses, that’s it. That’s the head cannon. I really don’t know what you were expecting from me to be honest.

Baking helps calm Peter down and despite his Aunt not being able to bake, or really cook, Peter listens to the stories May tells about Ben being able to cook/bake and on Peter’s 16th birthday, May gave him Ben’s old recipe book that Peter still likes to bake from to this day.

Harley likes to act like Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen even though he can’t cook for shit.

Peter would be the type of trainer to let Pokémon move freely outside of the pokéball, he’d also help nurse really sick Pokémon back to health, his own personal Pokémon is an Eevee who is still yet to evolve but if she was to evolve, I’m guessing she’d either be me a Sylvion or an espeon-

Harley has one of the strongest Pokémon teams, having some of the highest level Pokémon out of the top competitors. Although Harley doesn’t fight anymore, almost all of his time is devoted to experimenting and testing to see how to make Pokémon more comfortable. I’m not too sure on what Harley’s personal Pokémon would be, my first initial thoughts were a Pikachu or possibly a Charmander-

Harley putting stomp sensor lights into Peter’s Spiderman feet and dying of laughter anytime Peter lands because his feet just g l o w

Harley has full mental breakdowns whenever Peter is away on missions, once Peter came back to Harley sitting in the closet of their apartment in a big bird costume.

Nat and Clint 100% started to turn Harley into a spy because Harley reminds Nat of Clint and Clint looks at Harley as a little brother. Also Harley now definitely knows Russian.

The idea for Ironlad came about when Harley learned that Peter was Spiderman and didn’t want Peter fighting crime alone, therefore Harley built the Ironlad suit and keeps it a secret so whenever Peter seems to be in trouble, Ironlad just swoops in and helps Peter and disappears before Peter can say anything. I really want to write about this one

Peter has a way with animals, it’s just something about animals that seems to attract them to Peter. If there’s an animal needing calmed, Peter is the person to go to.

I honestly can’t remember anymore at this point :^)

Also if anyone wants to be added to my police department Parkner fic, just HMU :))))

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I genuinely squeaked, this was so cute :))

witchy witch, won’t you grant my wish?

Parkner Halloween Week Day 3: Witches, Magic, “Were you always able to do that?”

i was going to write a fic for today, but i didn’t have the time, so have a hc list (it’s really just a whole plot in bullet point form please read)

villager!harley x witch!peter

abbie is desperately ill, and no doctor can cure her

harley blows up at their mother, scared that the treatments are doing more to damage abbie’s health than to cure her

he storms to mj’s house, and after ranting to her, she tells him a story

“the forest is sentient. if it likes you, it will reward you and help you find what you need. if it dislikes you, you’ll die. it’s full of the stuff of fairytales - nightmares and fantasies alike”

“like what?” harley asks

“a fountain of youth, probably. magical herbs, elusive spices. maybe a gnome or dwarf or something with magical healing powers.”

harley leaps up, scaring mj, and says, “i know what i have to do.”

later that night, he sneaks out with a packed bag and goes into the forest, hoping to find something, anything, that will cure abbie

he’s been lost in the forest for about a week, and his supplies are running out, and he thinks that the forest dislikes him, and this is how he dies

but then he stumbles across a clearing

more specifically, a cottage in the clearing

harley stumbles up to the door and begins to knock, but before he can, the door is yanked open

revealing the most stunning boy harley has ever met

“who are you? how did you find me?”

Keep reading

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Sneaky Beaky Peaky-

👀👀👀👀👀👀

The building was warm, the heating must have been on. He headed towards the elevator after signing in, with a small smile he stepped into the elevator, pressing the ‘floor 10’ button on the panel. The elevator ride was rather slow for his liking, taking his sunglasses off and placing them into his pocket, the brunette cleared his throat, preparing himself for meeting his new squad. The elevator doors squeaked open, everything on the floor seemed to stop, everyone turning to face the brunette as he walked out of the elevator and into the bullpen.

“I’m Captain Stark, I’m going to be your new captain.”

👀👀👀👀👀👀

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Grocery Shopping-

Okay so hear me out;

- (also I’m British so typing grocery shopping was so weird and from now on it’s food shopping or just shopping-)

The first time Harley and Peter go shopping together ended in complete chaos.

Harley gets easily distracted because ‘Peter look! They have a full aisle of pop tarts!’. Harley really likes pop tarts, especially the birthday cake kind. Those pop tarts are just extra special and he’d prefer them over a birthday cake- (I’m getting side tracked, I’ll do that a lot in this post ;))

Peter actually wants to get out of the shop within the hour so he starts to get the essentials they need, such as milk and bread.

Harley once again, finds something more interesting that different types of cheese. ‘Hey! Hey Peter look- it’s the good kush-‘

Peter, clearly annoyed but not caring anymore walked away from Harley. What could possibly happen if he walked away?

Peter lost Harley.

Peter spent a solid 10 minutes looking for Harley, only to find said blond sitting on the floor next to the cheese.

Harley didn’t talk to Peter for a bit, only made sure he could still see Peter because he didn’t feel like getting lost again.

Harley got lost again. (Huh, he seems to be doing this quite a lot)

Although, Harley returned with some marshmallows and chocolate digestive biscuits, only giving Peter a look of ‘don’t test me’

Peter just wanted to leave, he ended up forgetting about the chicken he needed for the fajitas he was cooking tonight, that could be blamed on Harley.

As Peter was paying, Harley just stared at the cashier, like full on Jake Gyllenhaal staring at this poor woman.

Peter had to drag Harley out of the store, that’s when Peter realised he didn’t want kids any time soon because his boyfriend is already enough hassle.

I don’t know what I’ve done but I don’t think it’s good lmao

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Okay- so- don’t mind me- I’m having a mini meltdown while rewatching Brooklyn Nine-Nine for the 10th time this season- I have no clue what’s going on lmao but I made a Marvel AU of it-

Small thing of who’s who-

Captain Holt - Tony Stark (obviously-)

Sargent Jeffords- Rhodey :? Maybe Cap?

Detective Jake Peralta - Harley Keener :)

Detective Amy Santiago - Peter Parker :)

Detective Rosa Diaz - Natasha Romanoff :)

Detective Charles Boyle - Ned Leeds :)

Detective Hitchcock - Clint Barton :)

Detective Scully - Scott Lang :)

‘Get to know the squad’

Tony: Tell me about your Detective squad.

Cap: Um Well, Scott and Clint-

Cap:They're pretty much worthless, but they make good coffee.

Tony:Copy that.

Cap:Now the good ones.

Cap: Natasha Romanoff

Cap:Tough, smart, hard to read, and really scary.

Nat:Tell me who has me for secret santa.

Clint:No! That takes all the fun out of it.

Clint:It's Scott.

Clint: He got you a scarf.

Clint:- I'll make him return it.

Nat:- Yes, you will.

Cap: Ned Leeds

Cap:He's a grinder.

Cap:Not the most brilliant Detective, but he works harder than anyone else.

Cap: He's not physically gifted.

Ned: Oh, man! My muffin.

Ned: Ahh! Oh, my head! My muffin, my head! And I stepped on the On my muffin! And my head and my muffin.

Cap: Peter Parker

Cap: He’s got seven “brothers”, so he’s always trying to prove he's tough.

Scott: Careful-

Scott: That stuff's pretty hot.

Peter: Oh, is it? Hmm? *puts on loads of sauce*

Cap:He and Keener have some big bet over who gets more arrests this year.

Cap:Ever since the bet, their numbers have gone way up.

Tony: Tell me about Keener.

Cap: Harley Keener is my best Detective.

Cap:He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles.

Cap:The only puzzle he hasn't solved is how to grow up.

Tony:That was very well put.

Cap: I've talked a lot about Harley in my departmentally mandated therapy sessions.

- - - -

‘Show your father some respect’

Harley:Oh, hey, captain.

Harley:Did you get my report on the Finley murder?

Tony: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work. Good.

Harley: Thanks, dad.

Harley:Why is everyone staring at me?

Nat:You just called Captain Stark dad.

Harley: What? No, I didn't. I said, thanks, man.

Tony: Do you see me as a father figure, Keener?

Harley: If anything, I see you as a "bother" figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.

Cap: Hey, show your father some respect.

Harley:I didn't call him dad-!

[dan-loves-writing]

Ah hecc- you alright man? *pat pat*

{Early Rise}

Ship; Parkner (Harley Keener x Peter Parker)

TW; None, this is purely fluff

Harley stopped moving, his eyes peering down as he felt a figure start to gently tap against his chest. The blonde smiled as he reached to pet the calico cat that was laying on his chest, thankful that he wasn't the only one awake this early in the morning. The calico let out a soft mewl, moving up Harley's chest to start prodding at his face, her tail raised as she let out another soft mewl.

Harley chuckled softly, his gaze flickering to the sleeping brunette that was curled up at his side. He was tempted not to move, snuggle up with Peter for a few more hours, although the calico cat on his chest strongly disagreed with Harley's temptations, her mewls becoming louder. Harley let out a small sigh, gently scratching the cat's head before moving to get up, the cat swiftly leaping off his chest.

Harley shook his head softly, standing up slowly as to make sure he wouldn't feel dizzy as he stood. He had learned from many years of standing up too quickly and falling over from dizziness. Harley stretched his arms once again, patting around the bedside table for his glasses, putting them on as soon as he found them. He went to fix his side of the bedsheets although he was stopped by a loud mewl accompanied by the calico rubbing against his leg.

"Alright Cleo, let's go get you some breakfast." Harley smiled, moving to open the door, almost falling over the calico in the process. He made sure Cleo was out of the room before closing the door as quietly as possible. Harley stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the small can of Whiskers cat food and placing it on the countertop.

Harley moved to the pantry, picking up a plain red dish that was sitting on the ground and setting the dish next to the cat food. He lazily opened the drawer, picking up a spoon and pushing the drawer closed again. The blonde moved in complete muscle memory, spooning the deliciously chicken cat food into the dish. He placed the spoon in the sink and the cat food back into the fridge.

Harley walked back over to the pantry, looking at Cleo who was sat patiently, not patiently, meowing loudly. As soon as the calico caught Harley's eye she stood up, ready to attack if Harley even dared to wait placing her food down. The male shook his head, laughing softly at Cleo, quickly placing the dish down on the floor of the pantry, not feeling like being attacked for the second day in a row.

Harley watched Cleo for a few moments before standing up from his crouching position on the floor next to the calico. "I'm going to go take a shower, don't do anything stupid until I come back Cleo" Harley stated, the calico only swishing her tail in response. He shrugged, not expecting anything else from the cat as he walked away.

Harley quietly tip-toed into Peter and his' shared room, picking up his clothes which he had set out last night and making his way to the bathroom down the hall. He locked the bathroom door, setting his clothes down on the toilet seat. Harley turned the shower on, giving it a few moments to heat up before he got in.

Harley was hit with slightly warm air as he stepped out of the shower, the heating must be on was his thought process as he wrapped a towel around his waist, taking a hand towel and rubbing his hair dry with it. He grimaced as he felt a slight poke on his leg, looking down he almost screeched.

"Cleo? How the fuck did you get in here?" Harley sighed, bending down to pet the calico. He smiled down at the cat before standing back up fully, grabbing the hand towel he had placed by the sink and drying his hair with it. Harley wrapped his hair with the towel, going back to drying his body and getting dressed. 

Roughly an hour later, Harley emerged from the bathroom, Cleo closely following him. He put his washing into the washing basket in the small spare cupboard he had kept for washing. Harley then poked his head into the room he and Peter shared, noting that said brunette was still zonked out. 

Harley shook his head, walking out of the room. He stopped in the middle of the room, turning his head to look out of the window of their apartment, the sky still showcased the slight pink-orange tone caused by the sunset. There were very few people outside, those who were out were either early risers or business people heading to work. 

Harley moved towards the kitchen, taking ingredients for pancakes out of the fridge, knowing that Peter would most definitely want blueberry pancakes for his breakfast. He picked a bowl and placed it on the countertop, adding in ingredient by ingredient, making sure the batter was nice and fluffy before pouring the batter onto the frying pan to make semi-large pancakes.

Harley grabbed a plate, stacking the pancakes up on the plate, topping them with chocolate sauce and some blueberries placed around the edge. He quickly cleaned up before making his way back to the bedroom. Harley walked into the room, allowing Cleo to enter the room before he closed the door.

Harley set the plate down on the bedside table next to Peter before slipping into bed beside the brunette. He placed a soft kiss to Peter's forehead the moment he started to wake up. Harley felt two arms wrapping around his waist, a smile making its way onto his face as he looked down at Peter. "Morning love, I made you breakfast."

[dan-loves-writing]

Not sure what you’re on about so most likely not- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

{Early Rise}

Ship; Parkner (Harley Keener x Peter Parker)

TW; None, this is purely fluff

Harley stopped moving, his eyes peering down as he felt a figure start to gently tap against his chest. The blonde smiled as he reached to pet the calico cat that was laying on his chest, thankful that he wasn't the only one awake this early in the morning. The calico let out a soft mewl, moving up Harley's chest to start prodding at his face, her tail raised as she let out another soft mewl.

Harley chuckled softly, his gaze flickering to the sleeping brunette that was curled up at his side. He was tempted not to move, snuggle up with Peter for a few more hours, although the calico cat on his chest strongly disagreed with Harley's temptations, her mewls becoming louder. Harley let out a small sigh, gently scratching the cat's head before moving to get up, the cat swiftly leaping off his chest.

Harley shook his head softly, standing up slowly as to make sure he wouldn't feel dizzy as he stood. He had learned from many years of standing up too quickly and falling over from dizziness. Harley stretched his arms once again, patting around the bedside table for his glasses, putting them on as soon as he found them. He went to fix his side of the bedsheets although he was stopped by a loud mewl accompanied by the calico rubbing against his leg.

"Alright Cleo, let's go get you some breakfast." Harley smiled, moving to open the door, almost falling over the calico in the process. He made sure Cleo was out of the room before closing the door as quietly as possible. Harley stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the small can of Whiskers cat food and placing it on the countertop.

Harley moved to the pantry, picking up a plain red dish that was sitting on the ground and setting the dish next to the cat food. He lazily opened the drawer, picking up a spoon and pushing the drawer closed again. The blonde moved in complete muscle memory, spooning the deliciously chicken cat food into the dish. He placed the spoon in the sink and the cat food back into the fridge.

Harley walked back over to the pantry, looking at Cleo who was sat patiently, not patiently, meowing loudly. As soon as the calico caught Harley's eye she stood up, ready to attack if Harley even dared to wait placing her food down. The male shook his head, laughing softly at Cleo, quickly placing the dish down on the floor of the pantry, not feeling like being attacked for the second day in a row.

Harley watched Cleo for a few moments before standing up from his crouching position on the floor next to the calico. "I'm going to go take a shower, don't do anything stupid until I come back Cleo" Harley stated, the calico only swishing her tail in response. He shrugged, not expecting anything else from the cat as he walked away.

Harley quietly tip-toed into Peter and his' shared room, picking up his clothes which he had set out last night and making his way to the bathroom down the hall. He locked the bathroom door, setting his clothes down on the toilet seat. Harley turned the shower on, giving it a few moments to heat up before he got in.

Harley was hit with slightly warm air as he stepped out of the shower, the heating must be on was his thought process as he wrapped a towel around his waist, taking a hand towel and rubbing his hair dry with it. He grimaced as he felt a slight poke on his leg, looking down he almost screeched.

"Cleo? How the fuck did you get in here?" Harley sighed, bending down to pet the calico. He smiled down at the cat before standing back up fully, grabbing the hand towel he had placed by the sink and drying his hair with it. Harley wrapped his hair with the towel, going back to drying his body and getting dressed. 

Roughly an hour later, Harley emerged from the bathroom, Cleo closely following him. He put his washing into the washing basket in the small spare cupboard he had kept for washing. Harley then poked his head into the room he and Peter shared, noting that said brunette was still zonked out. 

Harley shook his head, walking out of the room. He stopped in the middle of the room, turning his head to look out of the window of their apartment, the sky still showcased the slight pink-orange tone caused by the sunset. There were very few people outside, those who were out were either early risers or business people heading to work. 

Harley moved towards the kitchen, taking ingredients for pancakes out of the fridge, knowing that Peter would most definitely want blueberry pancakes for his breakfast. He picked a bowl and placed it on the countertop, adding in ingredient by ingredient, making sure the batter was nice and fluffy before pouring the batter onto the frying pan to make semi-large pancakes.

Harley grabbed a plate, stacking the pancakes up on the plate, topping them with chocolate sauce and some blueberries placed around the edge. He quickly cleaned up before making his way back to the bedroom. Harley walked into the room, allowing Cleo to enter the room before he closed the door.

Harley set the plate down on the bedside table next to Peter before slipping into bed beside the brunette. He placed a soft kiss to Peter's forehead the moment he started to wake up. Harley felt two arms wrapping around his waist, a smile making its way onto his face as he looked down at Peter. "Morning love, I made you breakfast."

[dan-loves-writing]

{Early Rise}

Ship; Parkner (Harley Keener x Peter Parker)

TW; None, this is purely fluff

Harley stopped moving, his eyes peering down as he felt a figure start to gently tap against his chest. The blonde smiled as he reached to pet the calico cat that was laying on his chest, thankful that he wasn't the only one awake this early in the morning. The calico let out a soft mewl, moving up Harley's chest to start prodding at his face, her tail raised as she let out another soft mewl.

Harley chuckled softly, his gaze flickering to the sleeping brunette that was curled up at his side. He was tempted not to move, snuggle up with Peter for a few more hours, although the calico cat on his chest strongly disagreed with Harley's temptations, her mewls becoming louder. Harley let out a small sigh, gently scratching the cat's head before moving to get up, the cat swiftly leaping off his chest.

Harley shook his head softly, standing up slowly as to make sure he wouldn't feel dizzy as he stood. He had learned from many years of standing up too quickly and falling over from dizziness. Harley stretched his arms once again, patting around the bedside table for his glasses, putting them on as soon as he found them. He went to fix his side of the bedsheets although he was stopped by a loud mewl accompanied by the calico rubbing against his leg.

"Alright Cleo, let's go get you some breakfast." Harley smiled, moving to open the door, almost falling over the calico in the process. He made sure Cleo was out of the room before closing the door as quietly as possible. Harley stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the small can of Whiskers cat food and placing it on the countertop.

Harley moved to the pantry, picking up a plain red dish that was sitting on the ground and setting the dish next to the cat food. He lazily opened the drawer, picking up a spoon and pushing the drawer closed again. The blonde moved in complete muscle memory, spooning the deliciously chicken cat food into the dish. He placed the spoon in the sink and the cat food back into the fridge.

Harley walked back over to the pantry, looking at Cleo who was sat patiently, not patiently, meowing loudly. As soon as the calico caught Harley's eye she stood up, ready to attack if Harley even dared to wait placing her food down. The male shook his head, laughing softly at Cleo, quickly placing the dish down on the floor of the pantry, not feeling like being attacked for the second day in a row.

Harley watched Cleo for a few moments before standing up from his crouching position on the floor next to the calico. "I'm going to go take a shower, don't do anything stupid until I come back Cleo" Harley stated, the calico only swishing her tail in response. He shrugged, not expecting anything else from the cat as he walked away.

Harley quietly tip-toed into Peter and his' shared room, picking up his clothes which he had set out last night and making his way to the bathroom down the hall. He locked the bathroom door, setting his clothes down on the toilet seat. Harley turned the shower on, giving it a few moments to heat up before he got in.

Harley was hit with slightly warm air as he stepped out of the shower, the heating must be on was his thought process as he wrapped a towel around his waist, taking a hand towel and rubbing his hair dry with it. He grimaced as he felt a slight poke on his leg, looking down he almost screeched.

"Cleo? How the fuck did you get in here?" Harley sighed, bending down to pet the calico. He smiled down at the cat before standing back up fully, grabbing the hand towel he had placed by the sink and drying his hair with it. Harley wrapped his hair with the towel, going back to drying his body and getting dressed. 

Roughly an hour later, Harley emerged from the bathroom, Cleo closely following him. He put his washing into the washing basket in the small spare cupboard he had kept for washing. Harley then poked his head into the room he and Peter shared, noting that said brunette was still zonked out. 

Harley shook his head, walking out of the room. He stopped in the middle of the room, turning his head to look out of the window of their apartment, the sky still showcased the slight pink-orange tone caused by the sunset. There were very few people outside, those who were out were either early risers or business people heading to work. 

Harley moved towards the kitchen, taking ingredients for pancakes out of the fridge, knowing that Peter would most definitely want blueberry pancakes for his breakfast. He picked a bowl and placed it on the countertop, adding in ingredient by ingredient, making sure the batter was nice and fluffy before pouring the batter onto the frying pan to make semi-large pancakes.

Harley grabbed a plate, stacking the pancakes up on the plate, topping them with chocolate sauce and some blueberries placed around the edge. He quickly cleaned up before making his way back to the bedroom. Harley walked into the room, allowing Cleo to enter the room before he closed the door.

Harley set the plate down on the bedside table next to Peter before slipping into bed beside the brunette. He placed a soft kiss to Peter's forehead the moment he started to wake up. Harley felt two arms wrapping around his waist, a smile making its way onto his face as he looked down at Peter. "Morning love, I made you breakfast."

[dan-loves-writing]

Could be Harley 👀👀

Rewatched endgame (they had it in the airplane) and noticed tony called Morgan “Morgan H. Stark”. What do you guys think the H stands for?

[dan-loves-writing]

Pride Parade - Parkner

(This is for Parkner week- Day 1) - I hate this btw.

[Ahahaha, I posted this a day early. I don’t even know why. I’m too unprepared D:]

Ship: Harley x Peter (Parkner)

Prompt; Parades > Identity hng. > "Road work ahead?"

TW: Mugging, knife. 

^^^

June 15th

Today was the big day. Today was the day Peter would finally be attending his first-ever pride parade. He thought it'd be cool policing the pride event as Spiderman and showing off the new suit he had been working on for pride. Peter had spent a good two weeks designing and creating the new suit, with some help of Tony, Peter now had the 'Bi-derman' suit ready for pride. Peter would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, how was the world going to react to Queen's friendly neighbourhood spiderman being Bisexual? Peter prayed that they wouldn't react badly but how could he predict the future?

Peter had told his boyfriend Harley that he had to work today, considering his boss in the SI labs wouldn't allow him to take it off. Sure, Peter felt bad lying to Harley about not being able to go to pride because he had to work but Peter just wasn't ready for Harley to know about him risking his life every single day. He just didn't want Harley to worry, Peter didn't need Harley to worry, it was tough enough explaining to his boyfriend that he got stabbed last week nevermind the fact he was spiderman! Like how crazy is that! 

Peter shook his head, he was getting off track. He looked out of the window of the small apartment he and Harley lived in, it was only a few blocks away from Aunt May and a 5-minute swing from Tony's secret apartment. The parade already had a small gathering of people, the parade started at 12 and it was currently 11:45, Peter turned to his right, Harley had already left to go to the pride festival and help set it up a few hours ago. With another deep breath, Peter turned towards his bed.

There, laying on the bed, was Peter's new suit. The suit was black, bisexual flags painted on the cheeks of the mask. The spider on his chest was painted the colours of the bisexual flag, similar to the way the mask's cheeks were painted. Taking a deep breath, Peter picked up the suit quickly slipping it on, swiftly hitting the spider on his chest, the suit instantly tightening around his body. With another deep breath, Peter pulled on the mask looking towards the mirror. He almost stumbled back in shock, this suit, it was so different... yet in a good way, he felt more like himself than he ever had but was the world ready for that? He didn't know. 

Peter checked the time, 12:15, Woah, how had it already been half an hour? He quickly exited the apartment, heading up to the rooftop in a quick dash. He rushed to the edge of the roof, looking over at the swarm of people, his eyes searching for his love, his sweetheart, his Harley. After realising he'd never see him from up here, Peter quickly leapt off the edge of the building, free-falling towards the crowd before catching himself seconds before he hit the floor, standing at the edge of the crowd, his chest puffed out. 

Peter's eyes darted around the crowd, taking pictures with fans and honestly just having a good time, although he couldn't see Harley. Was that a good thing? hopefully. Peter, there's a lot of commotion two blocks away. Peter finished taking a picture with one of the fans before he swang up to the top of a building, asking Karen for more information as he raced to the place where everything was happening. There is a boy in distress, named Harley Keener, it seems to be a mugging. Peter's heart stopped. Harley! Harley was in danger. Peter ran even faster, his legs burning and his feet numbing up with pain. 

Peter came to a dark alley, he could hear the soft sniffles of his boyfriend. He flipped over a sign that said 'road work ahead', he landed with ease shooting a web at the man who was towering his tall boyfriend. 'Get the fuCK away from my boyfriend-' You could hear the growl in Peter's voice as he spoke, punching the man square in the face, just dodging the knife the man tried to stab him with. Peter somehow managed to calm himself down as soon as he knocked the guy out, his rage fading away as he still heard the whimpers of his boyfriend.

Peter quickly webbed up the mugger before taking a step towards his boyfriend, holding his hand out. "Harls? Are you okay- hun I need you to tell me what's wrong-" Peter spoke with a gentle tone, carefully holding his boyfriend's hand, only for Harley to push him away. "Wh-Who are y-you and h-how do you kn-know my name?" Harley asked, his voice trembling with fear. Peter's mouth dropped, his body froze as he looked at Harley then it hit him, he was in his spiderman suit and Harley didn't know he was spiderman. 

With a quick glance to either side of the alleyway, finding out there was no one there to see him. It was only him and Harley that stood in the alleyway. Peter took a deep breath before he cautiously took his mask off, his breath matching the same shakiness as his hands, pulling the mask fully off his head he looked at Harley, a look of shame lacing its way onto his face. I'm sorry I never told you, I'm sorry Harley. I didn't know what to do, I'm sorry Harley...I should have let you know- Peter's thought process was cut off by a pair of lips meeting his own, shocked, Peter immediately pulled away, his eyes furrowed together. "Harley?"  Peter questioned, looking at his boyfriend with a small smile.

Harley smiled, pulling Peter into a hug but scowled in his ear. "So, were you going to tell me or was I just supposed to find out by myself?" Harley let out a small laugh after he said that, kissing Peter's temple. "Thanks for saving me darlin', I love you." Harley pulled away from the hug, taking a moment to study Peter. "Damn, you look hot, might I add-" 

Peter stared at Harley, his face completely flushed, he never was good at taking compliments, his gaze fell to his feet. After a few minutes, he looked up, a wide smile on his face. "I love you too Harls."