#Harley keener/peter Parker

[bloggerspam]

Only Fools Rush In

A sudden Parkner oneshot that @finemeal cajoled into existence.

This is my first marvel fic, please be kind---I'm trying my best using knowledge from watching the movies once or twice in my lifetime, and reading copious amounts of parkner fics years ago......

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"Mr. Stark!" Pete's voice calls out from somewhere on the other side of the lab.

Tony sits up straight, tipping up the welding helmet. Peter sounds frantic— "Mr. Stark!!!"

"Pete!" Tony rips everything off, yelling at Friday to shut everything down as he weaves his way through the lab. "Peter, I'm here!"

When Tony emerges from his mess of a lab, Peter is pacing back and forth and looking like the world is about to crash down upon him. Tony braces himself.

"What's wrong?" Ironman's voice bleeds out, mirthless and already lifting a hand for his suit. "Is it May? Spider thing?"

Peter jerks to a stop when he spots Tony, bee-lining for him within a blink. His arms are grabbed, and Tony finds himself shaking back and forth as Peter exerts some of that spider-strength in his panic.

"Mr. Stark!!!" Tony lifts his hands, grabbing onto his boy's to try and calm him down when—"Why didn't you tell me your friend came to visit??"

"Fr-ie-nnd?" Tony stutters out, still attempting to stop the shaking but utterly failing. Thankfully, Peter gets the hint and does it for him.

"Your hot southern friend!!!!" Peter practically screeches, "I made a fool of myself, Mr. Stark, a fool!!!"

"…Hot what now?" Tony grabs his hand to stop the room from spinning. Just like his task before, he fails. "Fool??"

"Hot Southern Friend, Mr. Stark," Peter starts gripping at his hair to resume pacing, "And yes, a fool!"

"Who even uses fool anymore?" Tony mutters, "You're too young to use the word fool."

"And you're too old to be making such young, hot friends." Peter points out, going so far as to stop mid pace and literally pointing at Tony accusatorily. "You don't even call me your friend. That's rude."

"I'm your mentor," Tony shrugs, still confused as all hell. "You're my kid."

Peter softens, but still crosses his arms to give him a slanted look. "Rude."

"Look, kid." Tony tries again, which Peter rolls his eyes at. "I seriously don't know who you're talking about. You know all my friends."

"You told me the Avengers are coworkers at best," Peter pops a hip in judgment, which isn't fair to be honest, "And major annoyances at worst."

"And minor annoyances all around." Tony primly continues, mirroring Peter's pose and raising an eyebrow.

"You clearly have other friends." Peter insists. "Young ones. Hot ones."

"Pepper is my only friend." Tony sniffs, flapping a hand and heading back to his workstation as he calls over his shoulder. "This is badgering the witness, your honor!"

"Abstained." Friday deadpans. Who taught her that? Tony definitely didn't program that in.

"Traitor." Tony grumbles. He hears the noises of Peter clamoring after him, wonders if it was Peter. Probably.

"You really can't think of anyone else?" Peter badgers him, "Other than Pepper and May? Which is super sad by the way."

"Happy goes everywhere with me." Tony plops the welding helmet back on, tosses a spare at the kid who puts it on even as he continues to talk.

"Happy is paid to take you everywhere." Somehow, even with the mask on, Tony can tell Peter is rolling his eyes. His whole body moves with it, reminding Tony that the kid expresses himself primarily with his body when he's out and about in New York.

Tony's never needed to, never been on the ground like the kid has, isn't an everyday hero—just a big one.

It makes Tony's heart grow a little bigger in pride, maybe about 2cm in diameter. He huffs a laugh, before getting back to work.

"Friday's my friend." Hot sparks of melted flux fill his vision "Rhodey, too."

"Boss, I don't think that's what they mean when they say make new friends." Friday pipes in, "And Colonel Rhodey denounced your friendship last Tuesday."

Tony pauses. "Wait. Really?"

"You beat him at poker, Boss." Friday explains, even showing a clip. "Cleaned him out."

Peter can't even breathe through his laughter, but he still manages a honking aren't you a billionaire?!?!

"My point still stands." Tony huffs, lifting his mask once more to look directly at his wayward intern. "You know all my friends, acquaintances, coworkers and annoyances minor or major."

Pete has been rolling around the floor laughing, but he's stopped now, sitting up to (presumably) stare at Tony in disbelief.

"I barely leave New York," Tony continues, shrugging a shoulder and twirling the welding gun. "When would I have met anybody in the Bible Belt?"

"Well now," A somewhat familiar voice echoes through the lab. Peter jolts up, dusting himself off and fixing his hair as the newcomer joins them in their little clearing in the absolute mess of his lab. "That's a might disappointing."

Tony blinks. Is that…? "Harley?"

"And here I thought we were friends." Harley Keener smirks, all at once familiar and strange. "I'm hurt, really."

He's grown up, he knew this but it's one thing to hear it happen over the phone and an entirely other thing to actually see it.

Kid's taller than Tony, a lot more filled out than when he was a kid. He's got his hair long, to his chin, with an ill-fitting shirt and a pair of pants that look like they're strangling him.

Tony slants a look at Pete, who is subtly adjusting his clothes as he tosses his mask off.

Ah. Young, Hot, Southern Friend indeed.

"Sorry, Petey boy." Harley makes a moue of apology, "I know you said you'd get him for me, but I was a little impatient."

"No worries!" Pete reassures the older boy. "But uh…how long have you..?"

Harley tilts his head in confusion. "When Tony mentioned the Bible Belt."

Peter sighs a relieved sigh. Tony plays back the previous conversation in his head—Right.

He idly wonders if May ever gave Peter the Talk.

No, no—May is a nurse. Surely she has.

…But did she ever give Pete the Gay Talk?

…Not Tony's problem.

Tony's problem is that he isn't hugging the life out of his (not so) little friend of a lifetime ago.

"When did you get here?" Tony strips off the equipment once more, opening his arms to rectify his problem immediately.

"In New York?" Harley chuckles, patting Tony on the back before they separate. "Last night."

"He got to SI about an hour ago," Peter cuts in, shyly smiling back when Harley flashes his pearly whites. "Happy saw him come in, brought him to me."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Tony squints at him. "You know I could have flown you in. Private jet and everything."

"I know," Harley grins, "But I wanted to surprise ya. 'Sides, Pepper got it handled."

"Pep knows but I didn't??" Tony can't keep the offended tone out of his words, which makes Harley laugh.

In the background, Peter fidgets, blushing at the noise. Great Gods.

"Pepper found out the second I got my admittance letter, Tony." Harley grins a roguish smile, and Tony swears Pete swoons. "Had my tickets all sorted out before I could even say yee haw."

"You're not that kind of Southern," Tony admonishes, even through his wide smile. "But congrats, Kid. I knew you would get accepted!"

"Congrats!" Peter chimes quietly, clearly unsure of whether he should leave them to their reunion.

"Thanks, 'means a lot." Harley says to Peter, solidly ignoring Tony. Which—rude. All his kids are so very rude.

"If you're here, that means Pep told you where you'd be staying." Tony guides the two of them out the lab, towards where Harley will be staying.

"Thanks for putting me up." Harley puts his hands in his back pockets, grin a little shy. "Couldn't afford it otherwise, and I wasn't gonna refuse your generosity."

"You mean you're too scared of Pepper." Tony grins back, reaching up (and up, damn) to tussle up his hair.

"I don't blame you." Peter laughs, waving hello to the other workers they pass as they make their way to the elevators. He completely misses the admiring look Harley has on his ass, the way Pete has been walking in front of them.

Blegh. Nope. Nopenopenope. Tony presses down on Harley's head, shakes him a little like an errant dog.

Harley's grin is unrepentant and wolfish.

Tony doesn't like it one bit, and shows it as he squints up at the kid.

"So Peter," Harley's tone seems innocent, shy and hesitant.

Tony's never known Harley to be hesitant about anything.

"Yeah?" Peter blinks up at Harley, and Tony really doesn't want to be here, but Friday has trapped them all together. Fuck.

"I was thinkin', what with bein' new 'round here…" Harley exaggerates his accent, leans down a little, endlessly charming as he plays the part of a dudezel in distress. "Would be mighty grateful if I had someone like you with the know-how to figure my way around."

"Oh!" Pete blushes, totally falling for it like the sweet, hapless little fool he is.

Fuck, Tony's too young to be using words like fool, but Pete's got him started.

"Of course, I'd be happy to!" Pete beams up at Harley as Tony desperately wishes for the elevator to go faster. "I can show you all the good places to eat, and where MJ and Ned and me hang out."

"Those your friends?" Harley steps a little closer, all up in Peter's space. Tony tugs him forcefully two steps away.

Peter blinks, but continues guilelessly. "Yeah, Ned and me go way back—MJ's been busy with her girlfriend lately but we've been best friends since high school. They'll love you, promise—they're really nice."

"Sounds like a treat." The elevator finally dings open, Tony escaping as fast as he can from teenage love. "How's Saturday sound?"

Still, he's not fast enough to escape. He should have thought this through: Harley has longer legs than he does, Pete's got spidey speed, and Tony's the only one who knows where Harley is staying.

He hates it here, honestly.

"Saturday I'm free all day!" Peter eagerly chirps, "You can have Friday call me and I'll swing by."

Tony snorts, confusing Harley and making Peter give him a look. Still, just as they arrive to Harley's room, Harley gives another roguish grin. "It's a date, darlin'."

Peter trips, but Harley catches him, much to Peter's mortification.

"Fell for me again, sweetheart?" Harley chuckles, making Peter go as red as his suit.

Ah. This must be a reference to the aforementioned made of a fool of myself moment.

"That's enough of that!" Tony grabs Peter by the collar to drag him away. "Do not lay your hands on my interns!"

He doesn't really mean it, clearly Peter and Harley deserve each other, but still! Some decorum!

"Tony," Harley scoffs, with that mischievous glint in his eye that Tony hates. "As your one and only Young, Hot, Southern Friend—"

Pete squeaks, slapping his hands over his face as Tony walks away with him in tow.

"I'm disappointed you didn't tell me about your Young, Hot, New York Intern!!!!" Harley yells out.

Tony really hates it here, has he mentioned that lately?

"You've mentioned it twice just today, Boss." Right. He must have said that last part out loud.

Tony ignores his traitorous AI assistant and gets them back into the elevator.

Silence blissfully falls over them for a moment, Peter still disgustingly shy and smitten, embarrassed and flattered all at once.

"Mr. Stark." And then of course, Peter starts to panic again. "Oh my God. Oh my THOR! Mr. Stark!!!"

"What!" Tony yells, pushing Peter away in the somehow cramped up elevator—did Strange shrink this thing?? "What is it now? Have you not done enough???"

"Mr. Stark!!!" Peter screeches, shaking him once again. "What am I going to wear?!"

[elijah-harley]

*screams into the void* IS ANYBODY THERE?!

*My own voice echoes*

(The void is the Parkner ship fans)

[teddytheartist]

Harley Keener’s Hands - Freshman year of college

“Harley can remember the sizzling summer days spent in the Wilson’s Barn, a Big oak wood property owned by a family of wrinkly old bastards on the outskirts of Rose Hill.

He remembered working leather with them to win a couple bucks for his mechanic supplies and Abby’s birthday presents over the years, sweating his brow off but weirdly cozy surrounded by the heavy scent of polish and wood

Working leather was never a passion of his, but he did somewhat enjoy it

The best days of those summers were when Marjorie, the wife of Wilson Sr., would come out to the workshop carrying a heavy platter of watermelon slices and a bursting glass jug of her famous iced black lemon tea; She would sit herself right next to him and every single summer she would say,

“Each and every one of these ungrateful little shits has forgotten who raised em’, they’ve lost all respect for their mama and her old wife traditions; “— she’d shake her head and tut, heaving an exasperated sigh and turning to him, as if she were about to share a secret she’d say,

“but I know you’re a wise kid, that’s why I keep you around”, Her eyes would twinkle with mischief as she gave him the thickest and juiciest slice of the cut up fruit.

No body in Rose Hill looked at Harley quite like Mrs. Wilson did, at least not after the rumours of him not being even remotely interested in girls started winding up, everyone went about it differently, some looked at him with disgust, that at least he’d expected, some with pity, as if they lamented the hand life had dealt him but weren’t about to step in for him any time soon, Mrs Marjorie looked at him; that was it, she looked, with trust and kindness, at the boy standing in front of her, nobody would look at him quite like that in some time.

they would spend the rest of those scalding days working on all kinds of woven leather bracelets, she would teach him how to weave different kinds, some spiny and thin, some thick and Ropey, and at the end of the day he would end up with a few pretty pieces to gift to his mother and sister.

When Granny Marjorie passed right before he left for college in the summer of his senior year, Jake Wilson, the youngest of her boys, had approached him on the day of the service, and with red rimmed eyes and a raspy but firm voice had presented him with a beautiful double strapped leather bracelet, along with a little note that said “For the wise kid.” In shaky slanted handwriting,

After he’d shaken off his shock and rubbed off the droplets that fell from his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt, he had taken the bracelet and note with a deep inhale and shaky hands.

Right after that, Jake had asked him with a humorous but wet voice, to teach him and his older brother how to make the damn things since he was so wise;

He spent his last days in Rose Hill, Tennessee doing just that.”

[babyloveparkner]

her weird, wonderful brother

a sequel to a primer for the small weird loves. part 2 in the limericks and love songs and letters series.

5 times that Emma Keener learns something new about her brother plus 1 time she realizes that he’s still the same Harley that she grew up knowing and loving.

he’s gay

he has a boyfriend named peter

he goes to college in new york

he reads and writes poetry

he worries a lot

and, of course:

when he loves, it’s with everything he has

ft. harley’s sister growing up and realizing that maybe him suddenly moving to a different part of the country despite only being fifteen probably matters more than their mom originally let on, an outside perspective of the growth harley has gone through via his time in new york and the love of his support system, and a peek into the future—including some moments from harley and peter’s wedding.

first chapter (which is what the moodboard is for) is now being written. i am currently planning to have it posted by the end of october.

[spoodrm4n]

called you again

read it here

[erinwantstowrite]

told y'all i was gonna draw this

[definitelyincorrect]

Tony: Why did you get here so late?

Harley: Well…

Peter: We were in the elevator for fifteen minutes panicking thinking we were stuck

Harley: Only to find out that neither of us pushed the button.

[marionluth]

Harley: Wanna know what would be really cool?

Peter: Honestly, I don't think I wanna know, no.

Harley: Being shot

Tony: No!

Peter: Been there, done that. Not particularly cool either…

Tony: You’ve been what?

Peter:

Harley: No, no! BEING SHOT. As in being the one… shot… at someone! As in human projectile with the speed of a bullet!

Peter:

Tony:

Harley: I mean… think of the damage here…

Peter: *sitting up* This holds promise.

Tony: No!

Peter: We'd have to take into account a ton of stuff, mass and volume of human projectile…

Harley:...energy source and force distribution…

Peter:... Acceleration curve, g force tolerance…

Harley:... trajectory and stability…

Peter: I'm bringing the whiteboard!

Tony: NO!

[thewrittenpodcast]

Peter: can we get a puppy

Tony: no

Peter: why

Tony: we have Harley

Peter: but Harley isn't a puppy

Harley, spinning in circles trying to lick his elbow:

Peter:

Peter: never mind I see your point

[waitimcomingtoo]

This Means War

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: Peter and his crush on you feel threatened when your childhood best friend Harley Keener comes to visit and clearly harbors feelings for you

Masterlist

“Do you think I’d explode if I drank this?” You asked and swished around the insides of the beaker you were holding. Peter looked up at you through his lab goggled and chuckled.

“I don’t know. You should try it.”

“You say that now but you’d be so sad if I exploded.” You insisted. “You’d have no one to watch Over the Hedge with.”

“Wait, can we watch Over the Hedge tonight?” He pleaded. “I forgot about that movie. I love it so much.”

“I know you do. Which is why you’re gonna be sad and alone watching it tonight and thinking wow, I wish I didn’t let my best friend explode.” You shrugged and put the beaker down.

“Um, excuse you. I would never be best friends with a girl. You have cooties and go to Jupiter to get more stupider.”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong.” You chortled. “Because I actually went to college to get more knowledge. It’s boys who went to Jupiter to get more stupider.”

“But if I, as a boy, successfully figured out how to travel to Jupiter, wouldn’t that make me the smarter one? Since I cracked interplanetary travel?”

“I think you should drink this.” You said after a beat of silence and held the beaker up. Peter laughed and you did too. He snuck another glance at you as you combined the contents of two flasks and made a tiny explosion. You often accompanied him in the lab when he was at the Avengers tower despite not being much of a scientist yourself. You just liked to help and watch as he did his thing.

“Thanks for helping me, by the way.” Peter said. “I’m sure you have a million other things you’d rather be doing than helping me develop new kinds of web fluid.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrugged. “If you throw out the words “tornado web”, of course I’m gonna want to help you make that possible. Plus, I like spending time in the lab with you.”

“You do? Because so do I.” He said as a blush covered his face. You looked up from what you were working on and gave him a smile. Peter sucked in a sharp breath and cleared his throat.

“Um, so, I’m just gonna throw this out there and you can tell me how you feel.” Peter began. “I was wondering if maybe sometime you’d want to-“

“Where is she?” Peter was cut off by an unfamiliar voice booming through the lab. You immediately looked up and pulled your goggles down.

“Harley?” You asked, sending a twinge of jealousy down to Peter’s stomach.

“Who?” He asked you. His question was answered by a tall, sandy blonde guy walking into the lab. He wore an oversized corduroy jacket with patches on the elbows that made him look the kind of effortlessly cool Peter could only dream of looking.

“Harley!” You exclaimed and put your beaker down to run to him. Peter watched with furrowed eyebrows as you threw your arms around Harley’s neck and hugged him tightly. Harley wrapped both arms around you and lifted you off the ground as he spun around.

“There’s my girl. I missed you so much.” He said into your ear as he swayed back and forth with you in his arms.

“I missed you too.” You told him as you pulled out of the hug but stayed in his arms. Peter felt like he was about to pass out and maybe even die over the sight in front of him so he cleared his throat to remind you he was there.

“Hi. Sorry, your girl? Who is this guy?” Peter asked you through a forced laugh as he shit daggers at Harley.

“Oh, sorry. Peter, this is Harley Keener. He’s my dad’s friend.” You explained as you slid out of Harley’s embrace but kept an arm around his torso.

“Your dad’s friend? How old is he?” Peter asked.

“He is your age. Feel free to direct any of your questions at me, by the way.” Harley said sarcastically but playfully to Peter.

“Harley, this is Peter. My dad’s other young adult male friend.” You told Harley. Harley held out his hand and Peter shook it as hard as he could while never breaking eye contact with who he had now deemed his competition.

“Right. I’ve heard of you. You’re the one that can shrink down really small, right?” Harley asked while still shaking Peters hand. Peter narrowed his eyes at Harley when he registered the subtle shade and tightened his grip.

“No. That’s Antman. Peter is Spiderman.” You explained. Peter gave you a look that told you to stop talking since you had just revealed his identity.

“It’s okay. We can trust Harley. He’s known everyone’s secret alias’s from before the Avengers were even a thing. He’s not gonna tell anybody.” You assured Peter.

“Yeah, you can trust me. But sorry for the mix up. I just assumed you had shrunk yourself to be that short.” Harley smirked as he stopped shaking Peter’s hand.

“I’m not short.” Peter defended. “I’m the average height of a woman.”

“I bet you are.” Harley snorted. “You said it was Peter, right?”

“Yes. A man’s name. That makes one of us.” Peter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“That’s weird. You’ve never mentioned him, Sands.” Harley said to you as he slung an arm over your shoulders. Peters jaw tightened as his eyes flickered between you and Harley.

“Sands?” Peter asked you.

“Oh, it’s an old nickname from when we were kids that he still insists on using for some reason.” You said and playfully rolled your eyes.

“How cute.” Peter scrunched his nose. “Who doesn’t love nicknames?”

“I’m guessing you do, Spiderman. How did you get your powers anyway? Did you fall into a giant tank of spiders or something?” Harley asked, making you laugh.

“No. No one has a giant tank of spiders just lying around uncovered. I got bitten. And then it got infected. And now I’m really sticky and sensitive to loud noises and don’t need glasses anymore.” Peter stated with zero amusement in his voice.

“Hm. I’m starting to see why you didn’t bring this guy up, Sands.” Harley whispered in your ear but Peter still heard. He gulped and felt his jealousy grow as you leaned into Harley to hear him better.

“I’m sorry, how did you say you two know each other?” Peter asked through another fake laugh.

“My dad befriended Harley when we were kids. He’s a family friend now. He and his mom come over for holidays and family dinner sometimes but I haven’t seen him in a while since his band went on tour.”

Peter fought the urge to laugh at him being in a band but didn’t when he remembered that you had a thing for band guys. He looked Harley up and down and had to admit that he was your type to a T.

“So you grew up together? Thats great. You must have a real sibling bond now after knowing each other all those years. And you know what they say about siblings.“

“And what do they say about siblings?” Harley asked him with an amused smile.

“Well I didn’t think I’d have to explain why incest is bad to you but I guess I don’t know how you do things down in…wherever you’re from.”

“I’m originally from Tennessee. And you’re right, we do have a special bond. Y/n was my best friend before her dad sent her to fancy private school and she got all pretty and made rich friends.” Harley teased and gave your shoulder a squeeze.

“Hey. We’re still friends.” You insisted.

“Best friends, though?” He asked skeptically. You laughed and looked at Peter, whose expression immediately made you drop your smile. You and Harley were not as close as you used to be and in his absence, you’d grown close to Peter. In that moment, you didn’t really know who you considered your best friend.

“Peter and I were actually just in the middle of making something. You can totally stick around and help but I know you’re not much of a science guy.” You said to change the subject.

“That’s okay. I’m gonna go say hi to your mom and catch up with you later, all right?” Harley asked as he placed a hand on each of your shoulders. He was so touchy with you and to make matters worse, you looked perfectly comfortable with it. Despite you and Peter being close, you were never the type of friends to show physical affection.

“Okay. Thanks for saying hi. We’ll talk later.” You replied.

“We will. Now come on. Bring it in.” Harley smiled and opened his arms to you. Your eyes flicked to Peter again who looked like someone had take his batteries out. You felt inexplicably guilty as you stepped into Harley’s arms for a hug.

“Missed you.” Harley hummed as he rubbed his hand in circles on your back.

“Missed you too.” You said as you stared into Peter’s eyes over Harley’s shoulder. Harley gave your arm a squeeze before leaving the lab, leaving you and Peter in awkward silence for a while.

“What?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.

“You really never mentioned me to him?” Peter asked quietly.

“I have. I definitely told him about the time you got your finger stuck in that park bench.”

“Okay, well that was really traumatic for me so thanks for bringing that up. I’m glad that’s the one thing worth mentioning about me.” Peter grumbled and went back to working on his web fluid.

“Peter, come on.” You groaned. “Don’t be mad at me. I talk about you all the time. He probably just didn’t remember because I usually call you “my friend” when I tell a story about you since he doesn’t know you.”

“Okay. That makes sense. But how come you never mentioned him to me? Did you know want me to know about this other guy best friend or something?”

“I have mentioned him. Remember I told you about the friend I used to play house with? But we’d always fight because we both wanted to be the dog?”

“He definitely looks the part of the dog.” Peter mumbled.

“Hey.” You laughed. “Be nice. He’s my friend.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just feeling a little weird that this whole time there was this guy you have whole history with and I didn’t know anything about him until today. I guess I just thought we knew everything about each other.” Peter said without looking you in the eyes.

“You’re right. It is weird. I guess I just never really thought about explicitly telling you about him. He’s just kinda been a passing figure in my stories from my childhood. But you know, you and I have deep history too. So deep that when you and I are together, I’m not thinking about other people I know. I’m only thinking about you and how God damn annoying you are when you ignore my ideas but then magically come up with the exact same one ten minutes later.”

“Because only men are allowed to have good ideas.” Peter laughed now that you had put some of his nerves to rest.

“You’re right. Sorry, sir. I forgot.” You said meekly, making Peter laugh. He was able to relax now that you talked it out but he was still curious.

“So, did you and Harry-“

“Harley.” You corrected.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “Did you guys ever date or anything?”

You were quiet for a minute which was exactly what Peter was afraid of. It looked like you were thinking of something, a memory that Peter didn’t have access to but desperately wished he did.

“No. We were only ever friends.” You said finally.

“But did you ever like him? Like, like like him?”

“Like like like?” You teased him.

“You’re avoiding the question.” Peter said without sharing in your laughter. You stopped smiling and shrugged a little.

“I don’t know. I’ve known him a really long time. So yeah, I’m sure there were a few times where I wondered if we were meant to be more than friends. But nothing ever happened between us.”

“Oh.” Peter said curtly and nodded his head. You snuck a glance at Peter but he was looking down so you couldn’t tell what his face was doing.

“Why do you ask?” You wondered.

“I’m just curious since I don’t know anything about the alleged childhood best friend of my young adult best friend.”

“Well don’t be. Because there’s nothing to know.”

“You’ve been friends with him since you were kids but there’s nothing to know? How boring is this guy?” Peter snorted and hoped you’d say he was the least interesting person you knew.

“He’s not boring. You remind me of him a lot, actually. You guys are very similar.”

“Does that mean you’ve ever wondered about us?” Peter asked before he could stop himself. You froze and looked up at Peter who was bright red under his goggles.

“Um…” You began. Before you had a chance to finish that thought, the contents of your beaker exploded and webs shot all over your section of the lab table. You jumped in surprise and Peter ran over to you to pull you away from the explosion. He kept you behind his back as he threw a towel over the smoking beaker to snuff it out.

“Maybe that’s enough lab work for the day.” You said as the smoke alarms began to blare. Peter covered his sensitive ears with his hands and you smiled apologetically before putting your hands on top of his to further block out the noise.

“I have, by the way. I have wondered about us.” You admitted as you looked into his eyes.

“What? What about pus?” Peter shouted over the noise. You smiled tightly and shook your head.

“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”

A few days later, you and Peter were back in the lab to work on some things. Harley was still visiting, much to Peter’s dismay. But nevertheless, he was grateful to have alone time in the lab with you without any interruptions. That is, of course, until you were interrupted.

“Hey, you.” Harley greeted as he walked into the lab in water another oversized jacket that made him look like the love interest in an 80s movie.

“Hey, you.” You smiled in response while Peter discreetly rolled his eyes.

“Hello Peter.” Harley said with a tight smile.

“Hey, Harry.” Peter replied. Harley caught the intentional misnomer but didn’t say anything.

“Woah. Why does it smell like badussy in here?” Harley grimaced as he sniffed the air.

“Stop.” You groaned. “It does not.”

“What’s badussy?” Peter asked.

“Um, butt, dick and pussy. Obviously.” Harley replied as if Peter should have already known that.

“No. Not obviously. I only know what two thirds of those smell like, so.” Peter shrugged.

“You’re telling me you’ve never walked into a humid public bathroom and it smelled like straight up cooch in there?” You asked Peter.

“Um, no.” Peter stated. “I have not. Men’s public bathrooms usually smell like wide open ass. No notes of cooch.”

“He’s right.” Harley agreed. “Especially New York bathrooms. And there’s usually poop or blood or after birth smeared on the walls.”

Peter stifled a laugh and turned his head when he found it harder than he expected. Harley noticed Peter laughing and smirked.

“It’s okay. You can laugh at my jokes.” Harley told him.

“I wasn’t.” Peter lied and held in another laugh.

“You so were. You guys don’t have to sworn enemies, you know. You’re allowed to be friends.” You told them.

“No we can’t.” Harley shook his head.

“He’s right. Shockingly. We can’t.” Peter agreed.

“Why not? You’re like the helvetica and comic sans version of each other.”

“Who’s comic sans?” Peter asked at the same time Harley said, “I call helvetica.”

“See?” You laughed. “You guys are meant to be friends. So get off your high horses and French kiss each other already.”

“We are so not gonna French kiss.” Peter mumbled.

“Yeah. If I’m French kissing anyone in this room, it’s not gonna be him.” Harley replied. His sentence both flirted with you and took a dig at Peter, giving Harley the upper hand once again.

“She doesn’t want to French kiss anyone. She infamously thinks that’s the grossest form of kissing. I’m surprised you don’t know that. I thought you guys were best friends.” Peter tilted his head to the side just to piss Harley off. Harley took the bait and folded his lips in.

“I’m surprised too. When did she tell you that? Did she mention it while you guys were braiding each other’s hair and making foul smelling potions?” Harley asked and swished the contents of the beaker around.

“First of all, they’re not potions because we’re not Minecraft witches.” Peter snapped. “And secondly, we don’t braid each other’s hair. She gave me one braid one time when my barber actually left a long strand of hair and I wanted a tiny padawan braid.”

“You’re telling me this smoking beaker of green fluid isn’t a potion? What the hell even is this? Fuel for a fart gun?” Harley grimaced and put the beaker down. You laughed at Harley’s questions, sending white hot jealousy through Peter’s veins. He could feel you slipped through his fingers and falling right into Harley’s arms.

“No. Because I’m not a character from Despicable Me, it’s not fuel for a fart gun.” Peter replied and snatched the beaker.

“Then what is it? Don’t tell me you made a love potion to get her to fall for you. Because I hate to tell you this, but it’s not gonna work. No matter how many strands of her hair or fingernail clippings you threw in there.”

“Stop teasing him.” You warned. “It’s a not a love potion or a fart gun. We’re trying to make a web fluid that doubles as a stink bomb in case he needs to make a quick escape.”

“Ew. What the hell is web fluid? And where does it come out?” Harley grimaced and looked Peter up and down.

“For a dollar, I’ll show you.” Peter said with a wink.

“Web fluid is one of Peters many inventions. It helps him swing from building to building.” You explained.

“Oh yeah? Why do you have to make it in a lab? Shouldn’t Spiderman be able to produce his own webs?” Harley asked Peter.

“I don’t know. Shouldn’t you be in school or an AA meeting for skinny jeans or something?” Peter shot back, making you laugh.

“How would it be an AA meeting if it’s for skinny jeans? Wouldn’t that make is skinny jeans anonymous?” Harley pulled apart his joke, making Peter clench his jaw.

“Well I don’t attend the meetings so I’m not sure what they’re called.” Peter shrugged and looked away.

“Right, right. Hey, why don’t you tell him what you said about my skinny jeans?” Harley said to you.

“I said nothing.” You mumbled.

“Come on. Tell him what you said.” Harley laughed and poked your side. Peter watched the interaction and clenched his toes in his shoes.

“What did you say?” Peter asked you, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“I said I liked them because they remind me of the frat boy pictures of Harry and Niall from back in the day, okay? Specifically that picture with the yellow hat and white shirt. Is that what you all wanted to hear? Are you both happy now?”

Peter discreetly punched the table out of frustration because he knew exactly what photo you were talking about. He knew because you had shown it to him when teaching him out the epic high and lows of reading One Direction at a formative age.

“Well she once told me that my outfit reminded her of Alex’s hot Italian boyfriend from Wizards of Waverly Place.” Peter replied in an attempt to level the playing field.

“Dean Moriarty.” You gasped. “He was so fucking hot.”

“Oh yeah. I remember him. We used to watch that show together after school. In my living room. Sharing one blanket.” Harley recalled the memory while looking at Peter to see if that bothered him as much as he hoped.

“Okay well I see your one musty blanket and raise you the time she sat on my lap because there weren’t enough seats in the car. And her pony tail was in my mouth for the whole ride. Sounds like a really comfortable blanket, though. Congrats.”

“Oh my God.” You groaned. “Guys, stop. I can’t listen to you trying to one up each other with what you think are impressive things. I’m friends with both of you and that’s it. I’m not gonna be the yard stick in your dick measuring contest right now.”

“Yard stick?” Harley laughed. “Damn. What type of guys have you been dating?”

“Not you, obviously.” Peter mumbled.

“And why is that obvious?” Harley asked him.

“Because you’re wearing the Bella Hadid of skinny jeans right now and they don’t leave much to the imagination.” Peter shrugged. You shot him a look but he wasn’t backing down.

“I don’t even know what that means.” Harley snorted.

“It means your jeans are really tight, Keen.” You whispered to him. A smile tugged at Harley’s lips over the nickname and he took that as an opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

“Sorry. You know I’m not great with pop culture references. I’m more into the classics.”

“You literally just mentioned frat Harry and Niall but okay.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“Stop fighting.” You warned. “This weird little competition you have going on it stupid and unnecessary. I want you guys to be friends. Then we can all hang out.”

“We can never be friends, Sands.” Harley told you.

“Yeah. That was the second time the broken clock was right.” Peter agreed. “Because he’s Gale and I’m Peeta. He’s Jacob and I’m Edward. He’s Jesse and I’m Jake. He’s Tom Hardy and I’m Chris Pine in that movie we watched where they’re both spies and fall in love with Reese Witherspoon.”

“This Means War.” You snapped your fingers when you remember the name of the movie he was talking about.

“Hold on. I’m pretty sure you made yourself the guy who gets the girl in all those examples.” Harley pointed out.

“And I’m pretty sure you 100% understand pop culture references so I’m not sure why you lied a minute ago.” Peter replied.

“If you’re gonna keep this up I’m leaving.” You told them.

“Fine. We’ll stop. But if you’re not too busy with this web stuff, I could use your help with a song.”

“You sing?” Peter sighed in defeat. He had hoped Harley was just the water boy or something for the band he was in.

“A little.” Harley shrugged.

“He’s being modest.” You insisted. “Harley has a great voice. And he plays the guitar. You should come with me the next time his band has a show. He’s the frontman.

“Jesus Christ. Of course he’s the frontman. Do you ride a motorcycle too?” Peter asked mockingly.

“Yes, actually.” Harley replied. He had Peter beat in the cool bad boy department and they both knew it.

“Did you bring it?” You gasped and squeezed Harley’s arm.

“I did. You want to take a ride and go get some food?” He asked you.

“Yeah. Sure.” You smiled excitedly.

“You’re leaving?” Peter huffed like a little kid.

“You should come.” You replied. “You haven’t eaten yet. And we can show Harley around the neighborhood.”

“No, thank you. I need to finish this. By myself.” Peter grumbled as he stared daggers at Harley. Harley just smirked and gave Peter a shrug that said “better luck next time”.

“While you straddle a guitar players bike.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked him.

“I said I hope the weather stays nice.” Peter lied through an exaggerated smile.

Peter tried to stay busy in the lab for a while but he couldn’t stop thinking about what you and Harley were doing. Your conversation did little to ease his mind about your history with Harley so now all he could think of was the worst case scenario. The image of you getting whisked away on the back of Harley’s bike with your arms wrapped around his waist was playing in Peter’s mind no matter how hard he wanted to push it out. You were probably laughing at all his jokes and leaning into his side at some restaurant. To clear his head, Peter went for a walk to clear his head. When he came back, he heard the sound of a guitar coming from your bedroom. His curiosity got the better of him and he went to your room to see what was happening. When he pushed your door open, he saw you and Harley sitting on your bed while the played the guitar for you.

“Oh. Sorry. Sorry to myself that I had to hear that. Wait, what? Sorry, what did you guys say?” Peter played dumb and looked between the two of you.

“We didn’t say anything.” You laughed and knew exactly what he was doing.

“I was just playing Y/n the song I wrote for her.” Harley told him.

“You wrote her a song? Well isn’t that just peaches and cream?” Peter smiled tightly.

“Yeah. Would you like it hear it?” Harley smiled innocently and strummed a few chords.

“It’s really good.” You said. “It’s about our friendship and always being there for each other despite living in different places.”

“Sounds really magical and effervescent. Didn’t realize your cycles synced up.” Peter said quickly but you still caught what he said.

“What was that?” You asked him.

“I said I would love to hear it so bad.” Peter lied. Harley started to play the beginning of the song but slowly stopped playing and cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong, Keen?” You asked, making Peter roll his eyes.

“I’m feeling shy all the sudden.” He laughed shyly.

“Really? Because of me?” Peter asked. “I thought you’d be used to singing to men. Because that’s who I assume is your target audience giving all the pins on your guitar strap.”

“No. Because of you, actually.” He admitted to you. “I haven’t played you the second chorus yet. And it’s pretty vulnerable.”

“Well, let me hear it.”

“Yeah. Let’s hear it. Let’s all hear it.” Peter said to remind you both that he was there. Harley smiled timidly at you before starting to play the song again.

“Though we’re miles apart, you’re still in my heart. Fought with paper swords when we were kids. I wish we still did.“ He sang in a smooth voice that even Peter had to admit was good. You looked utterly in love and rested your chin on your knee as you listened to him sing to you.

“The ribbons in your hair, playing truth or dare. We grew up too soon. Cause now I miss you.” Harley continued singing and you covered your face with your hands to hide your smile. Peter couldn’t take it anymore and felt himself losing the urge to interject.

“Do you guys ever think about how mozzarella sticks-“

“Peter! Shh.” You hushed Peter and quickly returned your attention to Harley.

“Now I live in a different city. I saw online that you’re still pretty. I text and ask how you’ve been. You send back Checkers but never win. I wish things didn’t have to change. Like when you went to a school far away. You came home but we were never as we were. I love you now but I sometimes miss her.” Harley slowly stopped strumming the strings and looked at you with a shy smile. You gasped and clapped your hands for him while he blushed a deep red.

“Sorry. I know it’s cheesy.” He said. “It’s about missing how close we were when we were kids. I know we still talk but it’s not the same. We catch up every now and then but I miss when I knew about every thing about your day.”

“That’s really sweet, Keen. We should talk more. Because I miss our friendship too.” You said and squeezed his shoulder. Harley smiled and toyed with his guitar.

“Peter, what did you think of…” You trailed off when you realized Peter wasn’t there anymore. You immediately felt guilty because you weren’t sure when he left.

“Damn it.” You hissed. “I gotta go talk to him.”

“No. Let me.” Harley said and put his guitar down. He walked down the hallway until he found Peter’s room and knocked on the doorway.

“Hey.” Harley greeted. Peter looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

“If you’re here to sing to me-“

“I’m not. I want to talk to you.” Harley cut him off and went and sat on his bed. They sat in awkward silence for a moment as neither knew where to begin.

“You know, if you and I keep this rivalry up, we’re only going to hurt her.” Harley said after a minute.

“I know that.” Peter said quietly.

“Look, Peter, you seem like a nice guy. I can tell why she likes you. And she obviously really enjoys your friendship. But that’s all that’s ever gonna happen between you two. A friendship. Because I’ve been playing the long game.” Harley said earnestly. He wasn’t trying to be mean or hurt Peter, just being candid.

“So have I.” Peter told him.

“And how’s that going for you?” Harley asked with genuine curiosity.

“I’ll have you know I accidentally brushed against her boob once and she didn’t even bat an eye, so.” Peter shrugged like what he said mattered.

“Yeah?” Harley laughed. “We’ve kissed.”

Peters world came crashing down in that moment. He felt a hot rod of jealousy pierce his heart and cut him straight down the middle upon learning this.

“What?” He asked with a dry mouth.

“I was her first kiss. She didn’t tell you?”

“No. She never mentioned that.”

“Peter, I didn’t come in here to hurt you.” Harley began. “I just wanted to let you know what my intentions are. I came back to New York for her. I think it’s finally time she and I give it a go. And I think she feels it too. But I hope that you and I can put this aside and become friends. Because I genuinely think we’d get along.”

“If you and her start dating, there is no way we’re gonna be friends.” Peter said without making eye contact.

“Why not?” Harley asked, sounding a little hurt.

“Because I’m gonna kill myself.” Peter snapped, making Harley laugh in surprise. Peter couldn’t help but laugh too when he heard how ridiculous he sounded.

“I hope you don’t. Because she’d miss you. And I would too.” Harley told him. The boys looked at each other for a moment and ending up smiling. Peter felt his animosity towards Harley dissipate and realized they were just two boys who liked the same girl. And on top of that, Peter couldn’t blame him for liking you. How could he not?

“Please don’t.” Peter blurted.

“Don’t what?” Harley wondered.

“Don’t go for her. You’re so handsome. Like, in your face, Greys Anatomy doctor level handsome. You have the bike and the guitar and the floppy hair. You could go out and get any girl. I will even help you find one. But please, don’t go for her. Because I can’t compete with you. I can’t write her a song like that. I tried to write her a poem once but I was too scared to give it to her.” Peter said as he pulled out his notebook to show Harley his poem. Harley read over the poem a few times as his eyebrows knit together.

“You rhymed “go the movies” with “the shape of your boobies”. Two separate times but they’re completely different trains of thought. I’m not even sure how you did that. This stanza just says “perchance.” You can’t just say “perchance”. And this line is just a lyric from Pound the Alarm.”

“Do you see why I need you to back off?” Peter sighed and took the notebook back.

“You don’t think I feel the same way? I can’t compete with you either. You get her in a weird way that I never could. I see the way she laughs at your jokes. And relaxes around you. She and I have shared history but sometimes I wonder if we’re just rehashing the good memories and never making any new ones. If she and I met today, I don’t know if she’d like me. But you two formed an organic friendship. There’s no wondering whether or not she likes you or just likes the nostalgia. And I know she adores you. She tells me about you all the time. I know every story of every person you’ve ever saved. But she loves the regular side of you too. She once told me about this time you got your finger stuck in a park bench and she was laughing so hard during it that I didn’t even hear half the story. Her real laugh, too. The one where her head falls back and she kinda wheezes. I haven’t been able to make her laugh like that since we were kids.”

“Okay unfortunately you’re right and I actually do want to be friends with you.” Peter said after hearing Harley be vulnerable with him. Harley chuckled and Peter found himself laughing too.

“Let’s just promise that whoever she chooses, the other backs off and lets her be happy. She deserves that.” Harley said and Peter nodded in agreement.

“If it’s you, you better treat her right.” Peter told him.

“Or what? You’ll shoot me with your fart gun?” Harley joked.

“Yeah. Exactly.” Peter laughed.

“I’ll take care of her. You would too. I know that.” Harley said once their laughter died down.

“I’m glad you know. But I’m not worried. She knows where home is. Sooner or later, she’ll stop eating shrimps with the wimps and come eat lobster with the monster.” Peter shrugged and gestured to himself.

“I don’t even understand what that-“

“Me either.” Peter cut him off.

After their talk, Harley went back to your room and found you playing with his guitar. You looked up at him when he walked in and smiled.

“Hey.” He said and sat back down beside you.

“Hey. I think I still remember how to play Hey There Delilah on the guitar.” You told him and gave a bad attempt at playing the chords.

“Do you?” Harley asked skeptically and you laughed.

“I guess not. How’s Peter?” You asked and set the guitar down.

“He’s fine. I don’t think he liked my song, through.” Harley joked.

“It’s okay. I liked it.” You replied and gave him a fold smile. Harley smiled back and took your hand in his. You gulped at the contact because you felt something was coming.

“I really do miss you.” He told you.

“Miss you too, Keen. You should visit more.”

“I know. But you need to give me a really good excuse to come up here because I’m not a fan of the flight.”

“What kind of excuse?” You smiled nervously. To answer your question, Harley slipped a hand behind your head and started to pull you into a kiss. Before your lips could touch, you turned away and hung your head so that you didn’t have to see his face.

“I can’t.” You said quietly. Harley withdrew his hand and put them on his lap.

“Because of him?” He asked and you nodded your head. Harley laughed shortly and nodded as well.

“I get it. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. But I have to admit, I always thought you and I would just go for it one day.”

“So did I.” You admitted.

“So why can’t we just…” He trailed off and gestured between the two of you. You finally looked into his eyes and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Because I’d always wonder about him.” You answered. Harley smiled sadly but nodded in understanding.

“Can we still be friends?” He asked you.

“Are you kidding? Of course we can. This doesn’t haven’t to change anything.”

“Good. Because I don’t have anyone else to play IMessage games with.”

“I’m sending Checkers right now. And winning.” You said as you pulled out your phone.

“We’ll see.” He laughed.

Peter slept at home that night in fear of hearing the sounds of you and Harley consummating your new relationship. He put his earbuds in and listened to his sad boy tunes and cried until he fell asleep. He got up the next day with puffy eyes and got dressed to prepare himself in case you wanted to see him. Just as he was getting up to leave him bedroom, you appeared in his doorway. He jumped a little and sat back down on his bed.

“Hey. I thought I’d see you last night.” You said and folded your arms.

“Yeah, sorry. I needed to come home and clear my head.” He said without looking at you.

“Oh, okay. Is it anything you want to talk about?”

“Not particularly, no.” He replied. You have Peter a look up and down and let out an amused laugh.

“What?” He wondered.

“You’re wearing skinny jeans.” You pointed out with a cheeky smile.

“Psht. No.” He scoffed. “These are regular jeans.”

“Those are absolutely your skinny jeans from when we went as Kurt and Blaine for Halloween. And you didn’t gel your hair today. Oh my God. You’re trying to look like Harley.”

“I am not.” He lied but upon looking in the mirror, he realized he had definitely channeled Harley when getting dressed.

“You are. Which I don’t understand. I like your gelled hair and dorky t shirts. Why are you trying to be someone else?” You asked as you sat beside him on his bed.

“I don’t know.” He lied again because he couldn’t tell you that he was trying to look like the boy you liked.

“Harley said he talked to you yesterday after he played his song.” You said to change the subject.

“Yeah. We talked. He mentioned that you guys kissed.” Peter admitted without looking up at you.

“Yeah. We did.” You nodded. Peter clenched his eyes shut at you confirmed it and hung his head.

“I didn’t know that.” He said quietly.

“Because it was so awkward that I never tell anyone. We were like 11 or something and acting in a very poorly rehearsed summer camp rendition of Grease. I was Sandy and he was Danny. But my dad brought all his business man friends to come see me and I got so nervous I threw up during Hopelessly Devoted.”

“Oh.” Peter couldn’t help but smile now that he knew the kiss was nothing to worry about.

“Yeah. You feel stupid now, don’t you? You got all worked up over a peck between two 11 year olds.”You teased him and poked his aide.

“I may feel stupid but at least I wasn’t a theater kid.” He mumbled.

“Hey.” You said warningly and smacked his arm.

“Sorry.” He chuckled and rubbed his arm.

“So are we okay?” You asked him and turned to face him.

“I don’t know. Is your boyfriend gonna be okay with us staying friends?” Peter asked with a roll of his eyes.

“Well I don’t know either. Since I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Peter asked as hope grew in his chest.

“Peter, I don’t like Harley like that.” You insisted. “I told you that.”

“I thought you were capping.” He shrugged.

“I wasn’t.” You chuckled. “He’s not the one I like.”

“So you do like someone? Who is he? Is he bigger than me?” Peter asked with his jealously coming back with full force.

“Oh my God. You’re honestly so annoying.” You groaned and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Peter wasn’t expecting this so he froze for a moment before kissing you back. He’d been waiting a long time for this so he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close and full enjoy the moment. When you pulled away, you both laughed shyly and rested your foreheads together.

“Was that just as friends or…” Peter trailed off and looked at you for answers.

“Uh huh. Yeah. That was a friendship kiss.” You replied sarcastically before pulling him back in.

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[elijah-harley]

Self-promo but here's the link to my ao3 where I write Irondad and Parkner fanfiction:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Elijah_RL

[babyloveparkner]

anyone remember this series? i’m working on part four.

here’s a snippet:

“And you…” Harley trails off, bubbling desire in his gut that makes it a little bit hard to think, but he manages. “You want to… be good?”

This time, Peter doesn’t look confused by the question—instead he flushes, clearly more aware than he had been a few minutes ago. “Um…”

He looks bashful and embarrassed. Harley tugs lightly on his curls, pulls his head back so that he can’t avoid eye contact. When Peter’s looking at him again, Harley says, “You can tell me.” Then, just as important: “I want you to tell me. Please.”

Still, Peter hesitates.

“Have you…” Harley trails off, trying to think of the best way to prompt a response without unintentionally coming off presumptuous. “Is that something you’ve been thinking about? Being good?”

Another moment passes, but Peter finally gives a response—juts his chin down in a clunky little nod, averts his eyes to the side, and then returns them, just as quickly, back to Harley. “I’m not, like—” Peter stops, breath hitching, something slightly panicked in his eyes. “I’m not—I know we both, we both, you know, we both top sometimes, and it’s pretty even, who’s, like, in charge or whatever, but it’s like—it’s—it popped into my head a few days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it and—”

Harley leans down, presses his forehead against Peter’s and softly says, “Hey, Pete, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal. I’ve thought about stuff like that, too. You know I have. We’ve talked about it, remember?”

“Yeah, but—but there’s kind of a difference between saying you’d like to try being tied down every once in a while and admitting to yourself that you might have a fucking praise kink—”

That shocks a laugh out of Harley’s chest, and Peter goes silent at the sound of it. He peers into Harley’s eyes with something vulnerable in his gaze, but there’s also amusement and love and anticipation, too. Harley shakes his head, just slightly since their foreheads are still pressed together, and he says, “Peter, that’s fine.“

Peter sinks his teeth into his lower lip. “Yeah?”

“Fucking obviously.” Harley scoffs. “You really think I’d be turned off by the idea of telling you how much I love you while we’re having sex? Telling you that you’re good—that you’re doing such a good job, being such a good boy—”

“Oh my god,” Peter cuts in, eyes closing with a cringe even as his face starts to burn red.

[spideyson-stuff]

Steve: We need prepare ourselves for the possibility of dying on this mission-

*Tony grabs Steve by the collar and looks at him with the most serious look ever*

Tony: Listen here you LITTLE SHIT, I have 3 beautiful kids and a wonderful wife waiting for me at home, I'M NOT DYING TODAY!

Steve, scary for his life: O-ok Stark, I get it...

Tony, letting go of Steve and smiling like nothing had happened: GOOD.

The rest of the team: Have kids makes you scary...

[spoodrm4n]

GO READ CHAPTER 6 <3

This is Me Trying: Chapter Six: A Friend to All is a Friend to None