Marvel Oneshots

Sixties (Harley Keener)

Prompt: "Give me a minute or an hour."

Summary: Reader's one of the kids of the Tower, and they've had a thing for Harley Keener since he arrived a few months ago. With a break in Avengers duties and school, Harley, Peter, Ned, Shuri, MJ, and reader are all playing a game they made up called Sixties. Similar to truth or dare, you're given two options to choose between: either do something hard for 60 seconds, or do something less hard for 60 minutes. With a long night of games ahead of them, will Reader be able to keep their feelings a secret for much longer?

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"Alright, give me a minute or an hour."

"Okay, how about this... spend a minute trying to steal Steve's shield, or spend an hour doing your best impression of Thor." I fixed Harley with a grin as I delivered my challenge, ignoring the shouts of everyone else in our cirlce.

"Y/N! No! We'll have to listen to his best Thor impression for an hour if he picks that!" yelled Peter, hurling a pillow at me. I dodged and kept my eyes on Harley.

"As much as I would love to inflict my Thor impression on all of you," said Harley, looking around the room with an smug expression, "I'm not a coward, and I'm in the mood for a challenge."

He didn't waste another second before hopping up from where he was sitting and wandering into the kitchen, where we could hear Steve, Bucky, and a few of the other Avengers talking.

"Hey, Harley, what's up?" I heard Steve say. Harley didn't say another word, but based on the loud grunts and yells from the kitchen, I guessed he'd started going for the shield.

"I started his timer," announced Shuri. "I can't believe you almost forced us to deal with his Thor impression for an hour!"

"Ah come on guys, I knew he wouldn't do it. Besides, it'd be hysterical to watch him break that cool sarcastic attitude for an hour trying to be Thor."

"You think he has a cool attitude?" asked MJ, fixing me with a look that I got every time I talked about Harley for too long.

"No, I think he thinks he's cool," I shot back, turning away before she could ask another question. I felt my face heating up a little, and I wanted to make sure none of them could see my expression.

I could tell MJ was still watching me as she, Shuri, Peter, Ned, and I let Harley's timer run out, but I ignored her as well as I could.

"That's time!" Shuri yelled at the top of her lungs. The struggle in the kitchen stopped, and after another few seconds Harley came strutting back into the room with a grin on his face.

"Did you get it?" I called, kicking back in my seat.

"Nope! Pete, your turn."

Peter winced as Harley flopped back down in his seat. Harley grinned at Peter, making a big show of thinking while he let Peter sweat.

"Alright Parker... either run through the Tower in just your underwear for a minute, or spend an hour screaming bloody murder every time an Avenger is mentioned."

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We kept playing throughout the night, eventually making it to the point where the people who'd chosen an hour at the beginning of the game didn't have to do their dare anymore. We just kept laughing, and the dares were getting sillier and more ridiculous as the night went on. Everyone wanted payback for whatever had happened earlier in the night, and we were tired enough that our brains were coming up with some truly insane nonsense.