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Orbitational Pull

peter is disastrously bad at talking about how he feels. friends to lovers!

NOTE: tysm @gotkindabored for helping me post this, and also being all-around lovely! pls go easy on me, im VERY rusty :)

“Hey you,”

She hears it from the familiar corner of her bedroom, one that she’s used to. He sounds hoarse and out of breath, and his suit is slick with rainwater. She looks beautiful, of course. There isn’t a moment of the day she doesn’t steal his breath.

“Peter,” she says, voice low and careful, but even still- he can hear the honey-sweet affection his name is spoken through, “You’re early tonight, huh?”

He cracks a smile, and looks her over- he can’t help it.

He fell on her fire escape, one night. Her crappy college apartment, a shared place with her own room. It was months ago, feels like decades now. Of course, he knew who she was before that night. He knew she was the kind girl, who smiled at him every time she passed him in the hallways. He’s had a crush on her since was ten, when she offered him a chocolate bar the day after Halloween, when Aunt May had just packed a granola bar.

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peter parker: he told me throw it back abowww

harley keener: how abowww you be my valentine

peter parker: i-

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no but how much audacity and sheer entitlement do you have to have to tell people they need to stop posting their darkfic and porn fic and any other fic you don’t like to ao3 so you can have a safe space when ao3 was literally created as a safe space for writers to post their content without fear of it being randomly wiped out by pro-censorship assholes with an agenda like what has happened to plenty of other fic archives before?

“but a lot of us see ao3 as a safe space to get away from that kind of nasty content” - lol you can see the middle of a busy interstate as a safe space all you want too but that doesn’t mean that you get to walk into the road and scream at all the cars going by that they’re the ones infringing on your safe space either

ao3 is not, has never been, and will never be a site meant for nothing but children’s stories. you can “see it” like that as much as you want but there’s a difference between fiction and reality and that view of what ao3 is like is as fictional as the stories posted on it.

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Harley: Ah, the masculine urge to-

Peter: light kitchen appliances on fire!

Harley: *grabbing Peter by his face and pulling him into a hug* Everyone shut the fuck up I’ve found my soul mate.

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by Chaotic_Lawful_Fighter

Yes, another field trip fic. I don’t have much else to say. It’s in a dumb side universe I have for like an oc.

Words: 1077, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Valencia Verse

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Original Characters, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Pepper Potts, Friday (Marvel), Valencia Marqués

Relationships: Tony Stark & Stark Robots, Friday & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Tony Stark & Original Character(s), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Found Family, Peter Parker’s Field Trip to Stark Industries, How Do I Tag, Sweet, Major Original Character(s), Don’t Judge Me, Don’t Examine This Too Closely

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by 55artix

Spider-man: No Way Home fix-it.

After the completion of Strange’s spell that wipe’s everyone’s memory of Peter Parker, Peter cannot bring himself to explain his unique situation to his old friends, believing that everyone was better off without him in their lives. Unbeknownst to Peter, however, the people he left behind are suffering in his absence. Even without their memories of Peter, his loved ones still grieve, not understanding the reason why their hearts feel like they’re missing a piece. When those closest to him slowly regain their memories, Peter finally realizes that both Peter Parker and Spider-man can have their place in the world.

AKA my way of coping with the depressing ending of NWH!

Words: 8224, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Peter Benjamin Parker, Happy Hogan, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Flash Thompson

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Happy Hogan & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Flash Thompson

Additional Tags: Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Spoilers, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Sad Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker

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i don’t know who needs to hear this but fic doesn’t need to follow canon lmao it doesn’t need to keep the same characters dead, it doesn’t need to keep the same characters alive, it doesn’t need to set at the current point in the timeline, it doesn’t need only include current characters and relationships, it absolutely doesn’t need to satisfy some stranger on the internet’s weird expectations on what should or shouldn’t be allowed, it only needs to be something you enjoy writing about because it’s fic and that’s literally what fic is for

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Wrong Secret

“Why didn’t you tell me?

Peter was currently staring at Harley, trying to figure out what to say, because he was sitting on two large secrets, and he didn’t know which one he knew. Of course, he could just say ‘what are you talking about?’ and then Harley would tell him and then they could go from there, but that runs the risk of him figuring out that there are multiple secrets. Operation: Answer vaguely until he figures out what they’re talking about is a go.

“Um… I didn’t feel ready?”

“You didn’t feel ready? MJ and Ned know. Why am I last when it feels most relevant to me?”

That could also be either secret. Harley is an intern with Tony Stark. Obviously, they’ve never interacted at work to keep his identity a secret, but both Spiderman and Feelings are closely related to Harley.

“Well, in my defense, they both figured it out themselves so while I wanted you to know, it’s kind of hard to bring up these things and there was never a good time. I was also just scared of how you would react.”

“I’ll tell you it would have been a lot better if I had heard it from you. Honesty is important to me, and I thought we were closer than this.”

“We are close and I’m sorry I didn’t get the courage to say anything, but… how are you feeling? About all this? I’m not getting a clear reading right now.”

“I guess I’m still processing. I’d never really thought of you like… well, you know, until now. I’m not against it or anything and I guess it makes sense now that I think about it but-”

Ouch. Okay, Peter made up his mind. He was going to tell Harley he liked him and deal with the consequences. That had to be what this is about. Right?

“I’m sorry, again. I knew you didn’t like me back, so I wasn’t going to say anything and just move on, and I don’t know how you found out, but this doesn’t have to change anything because I am still your friend, but I also get if you want to distance yourself for a little while.”

And Harley’s just staring at him with wide eyes.

“You like me?”

“You didn’t know?”

“No!”

“Then you were talking about…”

“The fact that you’re Spiderman!”

“Oh.”

“I had nothing to do so I was going to stop by your apartment yesterday when I saw Spiderman, or I guess you, leaving through your bedroom window. Then I got to your place and May said you had just left. I put the rest together myself.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, I’m not too upset you didn’t tell me as I do understand the concept of a secret identity, but we do work together and could do that a lot more efficiently if we’re allowed in the lab at the same time. Did you know Tony has a special ‘Harley’ lockdown protocol?”

“I uh- I did actually. I probably use it the most.”

“Harsh.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“So… you like me?”

“I mean… we’re past plausible deniability.”

“Say it then.”

“What?”

“Say the words. Tell me. Please.”

“I like you, Harley.”

“I like you too, Peter.”

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he’s a good friend

Summary: reader is tired of watching bucky go on dates with leah and flirt with sarah. realizations are made about the way reader truly feels about the man she’s always thought to be just a friend.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: hey! randomly decided to write this bc i’m soft for tfatws!bucky lol pls leave feedback this was super fun to write ok bye ily enjoy

Masterlist

After the long and tiresome last couple of months you, Sam and Bucky had endured, being invited back to Louisiana for the Wilson’s cookout was the best and only way you could’ve imagined celebrating your victory. 

The food was delicious, the laughter and happiness that filled the atmosphere was infectious and to have a moment of joy without the lingering fear of disaster was all you could have asked for.

You sat on one of the picnic tables by the water, the slight wind ruffling your hair, but you didn’t mind. Turning your head slightly to the right, your gaze fell upon Sam and the smile that took up most as his face as he posed for the camera with an older man who looked ecstatic to be in presence.

You were happy for Sam, truly. He deserved that shield. You watched as the others continued to smother the new Captain America with affection, taking pictures with funny faces and poses. You made a mental note to go over later and get a few pictures with him of your own.

You giggled to yourself as one of the women went on to kiss his cheek and as you turned your head, your eyes met a certain super soldier who was busy letting some of the kids hang off his metal arm. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

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Not sure if this has been done before? But would you consider a prompt where Peter gets kidnapped but escapes easily, his kidnappers not even realising that he's gone. So Peter gets home and is hanging out with Tony and then Tony gets a ransom call from the kidnappers but Tony just stares at Peter who just shrugs like its no big deal.

Peter is a bit late when he slides into Tony’s lab, still wearing his Spider-Man suit, the mask crunched up in his hand. “Hi, Mr. Stark! Sorry for being late!”

Tony waves his hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it, kiddo. But out of curiosity, why are you late? Was a kitten stuck in a tree that needed your help?”

“No, I helped a nice old lady over the street and then she told me her entire life story. Like, totally unprompted. I didn’t even ask for it.” Peter takes a few of the blueberries from the bowl on Tony’s workbench and plops them into his mouth. “Her granddaughter has an audition for a Broadway role next week.”

“And? Is she any good?”

“According to Agnes, she only has a chance of getting the role if they’re bringing Cats back and are looking for someone to make obnoxious cat noises.” Tony barks out a laugh, but doesn’t dwell on Peter being late any further, instead beckoning him closer to take a better look at what he’s currently working on.

However, a bit over half an hour later, Tony has to deal with Peter’s tardiness again – but in a very different way than he imagined.

“Boss, there is a call from an unknown number for you,” FRIDAY interrupts them.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “An unknown number? That never means anything good. Can you track it?”

“Of course. I am already on it and I will alert the authorities as soon as I have the location.”

“Good girl.” He takes his phone (that’s always on silent – why should be bother with something like a ringtone when he has an AI for that?) and answers the call. “Hey there, Stranger. Congratulations, you have my attention.”

Peter tries his best to suppress his snicker as Tony is met with surprised silence. The caller obviously didn’t expect Tony’s good mood. That’s good, he likes to throw people off their rhythm.

“Mr. Stark, we have an offer for you,” the man on the other side says, obviously trying to seem more in control than he really is.

“If it’s not a contract with Ben & Jerry’s to get me my own ice cream flavor, I’m not interested.”

“We have your little protégé. But after a small… donation, we might consider letting him go back to you.”

Tony hates to admit it, but he hadn’t expected that statement. His eyes fly towards to Peter, who is sitting there and blinking at him. As soon as Tony found out about Peter’s all-hearing ears, he Peter-proofed his phone, making sure that the kid can’t hear anything.

Oh, this just got a lot more interesting.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Sorry, who are you talking about?”

“Spider-Man, of course.”

“Of course. Hold on a second.” He mutes his phone. “Peter.”

“Uh, yeah? Wait, I get the feeling I’m in trouble.”

“Because you are.”

“Figures.”

“Why does an unknown caller tell me he holds you captive?”

For the fraction of a second Peter has the audacity to look genuinely confused. Like he forgot about what happened to him. Then, enlightenment washes over his face and it’s quickly replaced by a sheepish look. “I might have been… kidnapped during patrol.”

Tony stares.

And stares.

And stares some more.

Peter stares back.

“But helping Agnes across the street was obviously more important to report,” Tony deadpans.

“Well, to be fair: You asked why I was late, not what I was doing in general,” Peter defends himself. Before Tony can even finish to sigh or complain about an upcoming, spider-boy-related migraine, the kid is already talking again. “And they did, like, a really bad job! They didn’t sedate me or had any special ropes or even something like a surveillance camera. Seriously, I got out of there so fast, it’s not even funny. It would be an insult to every other kidnapping attempt to call that a kidnapping.”

“The problem isn’t that it’s been a poor attempt at kidnapping, it’s that they tried to kidnapped you at all,” Tony hisses, unable to keep the real worry and fear out of it. Sure, this time it ended well, but what if it hadn’t? Tony has some first-hand experiences what a not-sorry-attempt of kidnapping looked like, and the last thing he wants is for Peter to experience the same.

The kid, at least, has the grace to look guilty. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

And he knows it’s true. Sighing deeply, Tony massages his left wrist. “Have you never heard of Stranger Danger?”

“Yes, but if I would listen to it, I wouldn’t have gone to Germany with you.”

Fair point.

“And you’re really okay?” Tony asks, immediately giving Peter a once over to find any indications of injuries.

“Yes, totally. My ego is a bit bruised that they didn’t try harder, but I’m fine. You can check the Baby Monitor footage if you want to make sure.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely do that, don’t worry. But first, I have a ransom call to get back to.” Tony unmutes the call and puts the phone back against his ear. “So sorry for the wait. I’m afraid we won’t come to an agreement, gentlemen, but here’s some free advice: next time, make sure you actually still have your hostage before you make the ransom call. Oh, and the police will arrive at your place in the next few seconds, trying to run would not only be stupid but a complete waste of time. Toodeloo!”

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summary: peter wants to express his appreciation for tony, and is sure to do it in a way tony understands: through snark.

genre: fluff

word count: 2.6k

st*rker shippers dni

Tony’s walking into his last meeting of the day, one with a children’s charity, when Friday notifies him that “Peter is in the lab, boss.”

Tony frowns, tapping a finger to his earpiece. “Put me through to him.” A faint beep tells Tony his request has been granted. “You’re early, Pete.”

Peter’s voice is tinny from the other side of the line as it echoes around the lab. “Oh, hi, Mr. Stark!”

“Everything okay?”

“Yup!” Peter says. “Just peachy.”

Tony’s brow furrows, but he can’t help but smile at Peter’s chipper attitude. “Alright, well, I’ve got one more meeting before I can meet you down there, and this one’s actually important. Can’t skip it.”

“Oh, no, I don’t expect you to,” Peter assures quickly. “Have a good meeting!”

Tony nods in greeting to the people awaiting him in the meeting room as he signs off the call. “Thanks,” he says through a chuckle. “See you soon.”

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Y/N: So this is the girl you’re talking about? *totally astonished seeing Sylvie*

Loki: Yes…Y/N…Sylvie…Sylvie…Y/N..

*Sylvie and Y/N starting at each other for few seconds*

Both simultaneously: You’re so beautiful…

*both of there eyes going wide realising that they said it out loud* *Loki immediately yanking back Y/N behind him*

Loki: *pointing his dagger to Sylvie* Absolutely Not…stay away from Y/N… their mine.

Y/N: Loki…

Sylvie: *smirking* not for a long time…

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me: I want to read something written with my favorite tropes, in my favorite style, with my favorite characters.

my brain: so basically you want to read something you’ve written.

me: yes.

my brain: without ever actually writing it.

me: …..yes.

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hi okay so I started writing this, didn’t like it, rewrote it, went ice skating, and now I am in a fuck ton of pain but i got it edited and I love it so

prompt: “You’re an idiot.” “I’m your idiot” (from this list)

Read the boy with the potato and rose tattoo here on AO3

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“Coming up behind you, Princess.”

Harley only grunted in response when he heard Spider-Man’s voice come over coms. “I don’t need backup, Bug Boy.”

“Never said you did.”

“So you need backup then?”

“...no.”

“Bugs, if I turn around and there’s an alien on my ass, I will not hesitate to knock you out when we’re done here.”

“That’s rude, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” Harley turned a sharp corner and ducked into position to take out whatever creature Spidey had following him. 

“Why not?” 

He watched as a web attached itself to the building across the street, and his telltale red suit followed shortly after. “Okay first of all, you’re the one getting yourself into trouble constantly, which is a total damsel in distress move, by the way, and two, I don’t appreciate being flirted with.”

“Hey-” 

His reply got cut off by the whirring of his repulsors. The alien shrieked before blasting into a nasty orange goo. “That’s fucking disgusting.”

“You can say that again.”

Harley switched his communicator to the team’s channel. “Have we ever seen aliens with orange goo before?” he asked. 

“Orange?” Black Widow responded. “I just brought down one that exploded into purple.”

“Copy that. I saw green and pink,” Captain America said. “What are we looking at here?”

“I’d say multiple species if it weren’t for the fact they look the same,” came Iron Man’s voice. Harley could picture Tony trying to use JARVIS to scan them. “Thor? Banner? Someone? Help me out here.”

“Don’t know if I can help, Tin Man, but mine are dissolving into colors too. Strictly rainbow.” Hawkeye must have been perched somewhere above it all. 

“Great, so let's destroy the Skittles and get out of here,” Harley decided. 

“Good call Iron Lad.”

He echoed his thanks and flipped off his mic before flying off to find more aliens. His speaker crackled to life. 

“Skittles?”

“If I have to explain common brand slogans to you, I will make sure you get doused in green alien.”

Based on the following silence, he hoped Spider-Man was ignoring him. It would make the rest of this mission so much easier, and then he could go home and snuggle his boyfriend when he got home from work. Peter should be tucked away in the safe room under Stark Tower, which made him feel a lot better about not being with him. 

“So, no flirting huh?”

“Jesus fuck-” Harley cursed as he blasted through half a dozen more aliens. “Yeah, no, I’m good, thanks.”

“You got a boyfriend at home, Iron Lad?”

“What gave it away? Was it the rainbow comment?” Harley asked dryly. He almost wished he knew who was under the mask so he could find him and blast him when he was out of the suit. 

“You’re not slick, Princess.”

“I said, Stop. Calling me. Princess.” He blasted through what looked like a whole battalion of the things one by one. He heard Spidey make a noise. “You okay?”

“Got nicked in the side. It’s nothing. I saw that with the squadron on 7th by the way. Nice job.”

Oh god, compliments from him meant he was hurt worse than he was letting on. “Where are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Weather Boy.”

He switched off his mic again. “SOPHIE, patch me through to Spidey’s suit and get me a location.” He switched his channel again to speak to the Captain. “Spider-Man’s been hit. I need cover at 15th and Jefferson.”

“Can you fly him out? I’ll radio into the infirmary so they know he’s coming.”

“Affirmative. Thank’s Cap.” He directed extra power into his boots and scanned the ground for the familiar red figure. Spidey was crouched behind a bus, and there were probably 20 aliens surrounding him. Harley landed on top of the vehicle and sent a beam to take out any hostiles in the immediate vicinity. “C’mon, up you go.” He dropped down to the ground and lifted Spidey so he could hold on to his suit. 

“But the aliens-”

“Backup’s coming. I’m taking you to medbay before you bleed out.” He took off and Spider-Man held on as tight as he could. Shit that was a lot of blood. Harley could feel him losing his grip. “Faster, SOPHIE.”

The suit sped up and they managed to land on the emergency deck just as Spidey’s arms gave out. Harley was barely able to grab him before he hit the floor. “No no no, stay with me.” He rushed into medbay only to be met with various doctors and nurses. “He sustained injuries to the side and possibly stomach. Alien weapon, unknown origin, you gotta help him.”

Suddenly Spidey gasped in his arms. “Harley-”

He tried not to move in any way that would give away his shock. Spider-Man didn’t know him as Harley. No one did except for Tony, and that’s because Tony trained him. It was safer to not know who their team was. 

So why was Spidey saying his name?

“C’mon kid, you’re delirious. You gotta let the doctors help you-” He stopped when Spidey grabbed at his helmet. “It’s gonna be okay-”

“Harley please-”

He sighed. “Bugs, I need to put you down and go back out. They’ll find your Harley, okay?”

“I- but you-” His eyes were starting to close as Harley dropped him on a hospital bed. 

The doctors immediately started swarming him. Harley stepped back and took a deep breath before turning around to fly back out. They would have to take off his mask, and he owed him that much privacy. 

“Where y’ goin’?”

“Gotta go kill double the aliens now because of you.”

Just then his radio went off. Iron Man asking for confirmation that they’d managed to take out the rest of the aliens. 

“No y’ don’.”

“Smartass. I gotta go so that these nice doctors can take off your mask and get you better.”

“Don’t gotta.”

Harley sighed and turned around just enough so he could see the doctors cutting away at his suit so they could close the wound. “Yes gotta. I’ll see you next time aliens try to attack an art museum, okay?”

“But-”

“No buts. Your identity is your-” He caught a glimpse of a tattoo just below the slash in his side- “... business.”

“���S it that bad?”

“I- Peter?”

He didn’t have time to turn away when the doctor said something about head trauma and pulled off the mask to reveal his boyfriend, cut and bruised to hell. He managed to smile even though Harley knew he must be in a shit ton of pain. “Hey Princess.”

Harley let his helmet disengage. “We’re talking about this once you’re patched up.”

Peter just blinked, but he finally shut up and let the doctors work. Harley walked out, making sure to ask one of the nurses to let him know when he was cleared to come back. 

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Two hours later, Harley got the call that Peter was awake. He didn’t even bother excusing himself from the Captain’s debrief when he walked out. 

He smiled when he saw Peter resting against the pillow of his hospital bed. Once he was in the room with the door shut, he stepped out of his suit. “Hey Bugs,” he greeted as he leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Better. Thanks for carrying me back.”

“How long did you know it was me in the suit?”

“A while,” Peter admitted. “You can’t hide from me.”

“And yet you still managed to hide from me.”

“You probably just didn’t expect it.”

“I shouldn’t have had to find out you were Spider-Man from that dumbass tattoo you have,” he pointed out. 

He’d gotten it one night on a dare from MJ. It was a bouquet of roses and potatoes. Harley loved to hold that spot on his hip, loved to know that he was a part of Peter no matter what.”

“That’s okay. I’m glad you know now. Sick of keeping secrets.”

“Next time you want to tell me something, don’t almost die to do it.”

Peter laughed. “I think it worked out just fine.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

Harley rolled his eyes. “Does this mean you’re going to keep calling me Princess?”

“Don’t act like you’re not adding Bugs to your everyday vocabulary.”

He had to admit that was a fair point. “You act like you hate it.”

“Please, I love everything you call me.”

“I love you,” Harley told him. 

“Love you too, Princess. Now come here and give me cuddles. I deserve them.”

Harley settled onto the bed next to him and rested his hand over his hip. “Sure you do, Bugs. Sure you do.”

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Harley: Two broooos! Chilling in a hot tub!! Five feet apart `cause they're not gay!

Peter: You're my boyfriend

Harley:

Peter: And you're sitting in my lap right now

Harley:

Peter: Literally everything you said was inaccurate

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4, 9, 8. Instead of friends to lovers (ew) it's friends to family!

#8: “Wait, wait. Say that again. Please.”

#27: “That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

Peter always had that habit of helping anyone and everyone who seemed to struggle even a little bit, no matter if it was a young mother needing help with the stroller, someone carrying their groceries, or a puppy or kitten needing a little bit of love, some food, and a warm place for the night. The last one is always with a little bit of an ulterior motive because Peter hopes that once there’s a pet inside the apartment, May will be more likely to say yes.

That’s not the case, though, and she always makes Peter drop off the animals at a shelter. “One day, this habit will bring you into a lot of trouble,” she keeps saying.

However, when she said that, she imagined trouble with their landlord.

Not the mafia.

Peter is on his way back from school, looking through some dumpsters for some salvageable tech, when he hears it – someone is fighting. Before he can think twice about it, he’s already moving towards the noises. In an alley not too far from him are three men, two of them kicking the other one who’s already lying on the ground, his fancy suit covered in dirt and Peter is pretty sure he also sees some blood.

Now, Peter is not a fighter, far from it actually, but he physically can’t stand by and do nothing.

“Hey!” he screams, hurrying over there. “Stop it!”

Peter kind of expected to get beaten up for his heroic efforts, but to his surprise – and relief – the two men throw him a quick glance before running away, way too fast for Peter to catch them. Instead of chasing after them, he turns towards the man on the ground, crouching down next to him. “Sir? Sir, can you hear me?”

The man mumbles something and as gentle as Peter can, he turns him around, revealing a bloody face with unfocused eyes. That can’t be good. “Can you move?”

“Drugged,” the man slurs and there’s even more blood pouring out of his mouth. Peter has a very hard time to not throw up.

“You’ve been drugged?” Peter takes the groan as a yes. “Okay, stay right there-” As if that man is capable of moving even the slightest bit, “-I’m gonna call an ambulance.”

“No,” he says, grabbing Peter’s wrist in a surprisingly strong grip, his eyes focusing on him. “No ambulance. No authorities at all. Can’t-” Peter doesn’t find out how that sentence is supposed to end because it gets swallowed in a very wet cough.

In his panic, Peter does the only thing he knows how to do: take him to the apartment. Getting a human back home is more difficult than an animal that fits into his backpack, but he manages it. By the time Peter helps the man on the couch and gets the first aid kit (thanking whoever is in charge of the universe – or May’s work schedule – that his aunt isn’t meant to be home for the next few hours), the man is able to string together a few sentences.

“Going to the meeting on my own,” he mumbles, barely reacting as Peter starts disinfecting his wounds. “That was a very bad idea. 0/10, would not recommend.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Peter answers, not knowing if he’s supposed to say something at all but it helps his nerves.

To Peter’s surprise, the man opens his eyes, fixing Peter with a slightly unfocused gaze (still a big approvement to earlier in the alley) as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly is happening. Yeah, Peter would like to figure that one out, too. What kind of person doesn’t even blink an eye hat having their wounds on their face disinfected? “Got a name, kid?”

“Peter.”

“’m Tony,” he breathes and his eyes fall shut as if those few words cost him too much energy.

“Is there anyone I can call for you, Mr. Tony? Like, a friend or-”

“Not Mr. Tony,” he interrupts Peter with an amused puff of air. “J’st Tony. T’ny Stark.”

A very cold feeling settles in his stomach. “Wait, wait. Say that again. Please.”

“I’m Tony Stark,” he repeats, his words even more slurred now than a second ago.

Peter is quite glad that the man’s – Tony’s – eyes are shut again because he doesn’t see how the color drains out of Peter’s face way too quickly. He… must’ve misheard that. He must have. Right?

This man can’t be Tony Stark, New York’s – and probably America’s, too – most influential and famous mob boss. Definitely not. Peter did not just bring home a mafia boss home to treat his wounds.

Oh man, May is going to kill him.

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