It's a Spider Family. {Sequel to 'It's a Spider Thing'.}

{28} i just, wanted you to know that

"WE SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT HIM."

Harley's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper but it managed to break through Peter's silent glaring while he drove down a main road, seamlessly weaving between traffic. He spared a glance at Wanda in the mirror before he turned to Harley; she had fallen asleep on the backseats.

"There was no choice." Peter explained, slumping further in his seat.

Everything that had happened at the farmhouse was running rampant through Peter's mind- it was beginning to give him a headache. He couldn't shake the guilt that he felt every time he looked back at Wanda or thought about the farmhouse now in ruins and leaving Barney behind to face Hydra agents that wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for him. It grated on his nerves leaving him raw and exposed- too vulnerable. Part of Peter wanted to scream, to lash out and burn Hydra to the ground for what they had done to him, to the people he cared about because of him- but he had done that before, and they resurfaced with a vengeance. He let out a small breath instead, refusing to meet Harley's expectant eyes a second time.

"Is this our first fight?" Harley wondered, letting his head rest against the seat.

Peter blinked in surprise at the statement. "Erm, yeah. I guess."

Any annoyance or anger seemed to drain from Harley's shoulders, replaced by the amusement dancing in his eyes. "I always thought we'd fight over food or something." he mused, smiling softly at Peter who continued to stare forwards. "We couldn't fight over normal people stuff, could we?"

Peter scoffed derisively. "We're not exactly normal."

The teen felt his sense jolt before Harley tugged his hand from the steering wheel and intertwined their fingers delicately. He pressed a lingering kiss to Peter's knuckles. "Superhero problems suck." he murmured against the skin before resting their linked hands on his thigh.

"I'm not a hero." Peter countered simply.

His family were heroes, but he wasn't. Peter tried to be one. He tried so hard all the time to make Natasha and Clint and Tony and everyone, proud. To make amends for the blood on his hands. But it always felt as though it were a losing battle. Like he was reaching and searching for something- maybe his soul or some form of redemption- but it was just out of his reach.

"You're my hero." Harley whispered; his words sincere. Peter squeezed his hand on instinct.

"Barney will be fine. You know that right?" He asked instead. Harley nodded and breathed out.

There were a few minutes of silence before Peter pulled up into an empty space outside of an old looking apartment building. It looked rundown and not up to code- definitely shady- but liveable. Harley leaned forwards, eyes straining to take in the building because of the growing dark. "What is this place?" he questioned while he climbed out of the car.

He looked over the top to catch Peter's eyes.

As he opened the back door, Peter said, "My safe house." and made quick work of waking Wanda. She was still bleary eyed and shaky so he quickly tucked her into his side.

"Safe house?" Harley repeated, looking surprised.

"Harls, I have houses all over the place." Peter's lip quirked for the first time since they'd started driving at break neck speeds.

Harley frowned as he followed Peter to the door. "Why?"

"Paranoia?" Peter offered; he typed in a code and the door buzzed open.

He steered the small group inside and into a cramped elevator that barely fit the three of them. They got off near the top floor and piled into an apartment that looked untouched and far too clean to fit in with the aesthetic of the rest of the building. It was small and basic, nothing personal around as Peter guided Wanda into the bedroom- she was back asleep the second her head hit the pillow and a blanket was draped over her shoulders. She mumbled a quiet goodnight which he only just caught due to his enhanced hearing as he tucked her in.

"Wands is asleep again." Peter commented, noticing Harley standing in the living room. "You should sleep too whilst you can. I'm going to wait up for a while, make sure we weren't followed."

At the mention of the possibility of being followed Harley turned around, shoulders tensing before he forced them to relax again, but Peter caught the gesture. A pang of guilt shot through his chest as he stopped barely a foot away from his boyfriend, hands inching out to pull him towards him. The breath Harley let out made Peter hold him tighter, fingers curling into his clothes as if to anchor him to him.

"I love you." Peter whispered; the words felt heavy with a weight Harley was unaware of.

He knew he needed to say them at least once. Just the once so there was no doubt about his emotions towards Harley; even if he never got to say them again. Pulling back slightly, Harley's hands moved to cup Peter's jaw as his nose nuzzled against his boyfriend's; their breath mingled together while Peter studied his face intently, like he'd never see it again and needed to memorise every detail- even down to the lone freckle beneath his left eye.

"I love you too." Harley mumbled, slowly pressing his lips to Peter's and giving him time to back away if he wanted- Peter surged forwards.

The kiss was sweet and just a simple press of the lips before Peter felt his heart twist painfully. His hands dropped to the small of Harley's back and pulled him impossibly closer, trying to meld their bodies together- Harley kissed him harder with more fervour and desperation at the encouragement.

It was feverish and frantic. Like they both knew the chances of doing it again were slim.

Gasping, Peter pulled back and rested his forehead against Harley's. "You're everything to me." He confessed, breathless and flushing with his eyes closed. He could feel Harley's breath fan across his cheeks and decided if he never got to heaven, then this was the closest thing to it.

"I just, wanted you to know that."

"I know." Harley assured him, pecking his lips. "You're mine too."

Shakily, Peter nodded and opened his eyes. Harley's cheeks were crimson, and he wore a dopey grin on his face when he noticed Peter staring at him with an awestruck look plastered across his face. For a brief moment he wondered what he did to deserve this? To deserve Harley's unwavering loyalty and trust- his love. Peter was brave enough to admit to himself that maybe he didn't deserve it, but Harley gave it anyway because that was simply who he was.

"You should get some sleep. It's been a long day." Peter mumbled, not loosening his hold.

His heart was beating a mile a minute and he struggled to catch his breath. Some distant part of Peter's brain wondered if Harley could hear the affect that he had on him. He'd never known much of love or had any experiences with any strand of it- but Peter knew he had found it in the way Harley only reserved that smile for him, always sought out his hand or scrunched his nose in annoyance and a million other things that made Peter's stomach flip in the best of ways.

He was going to miss him.

"Promise you'll sleep at some point too?" Harley teased, pulling back slightly.

Peter missed the warmth of his body but nodded, dropping his hands to his sides, and biting back the urge to reach out again to bury himself in his boyfriend's arms.

His tongue dashed out across his lips before he smiled. "Night Harls."

"Goodnight darlin'." Harley mumbled sleepily.

He gave Peter a chaste kiss on the lips one final time before disappearing into the bedroom; he was going to bunk with Wanda so he'd be right there if she needed him at any point in the night. Peter sighed heavily as he heard the door click shut and looked out of the large window- it was just beginning to rain so the teen let himself get lost in the sounds of the raindrops hitting the glass. 

A/N

I love this chapter, it's so cute and I just live for my parley ships- and yes, it's their first kiss! Hope I did it justice :)

Anywho! Let me know of any spelling mistakes! xoxo.