Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Whoopsie 🤷

Harley stepped in front of Peter again, walking in front of him as he spoke before returning to normal on the other side.

"Uhh.." Peter looked away, not wanting to see that damn cheeky smile while he thought, "not sure.. they're going to meet me up a little bit aways"

"As if I'm letting you walk 'a little bit aways' without me" Harley rolled his eyes, "we'll hang out here, and when they're on their way, we'll walk to the meet up place together so that I can beat up the bad guys and you can sit still looking pretty!". They turned the corner, Harley holding a lecturing face while explaining the terms and conditions.

"No, but—" Peter realized going home via portal was going to be difficult if Harley was with him, but he was cut off anyhow.

"No buts. I'll bring a bat too so we can be like those two dudes from that one book. You're the seemingly snobby rich guy who's actually got a heart of gold and stupid fucking sexy, and I'm the greasy good-looking dude who beats people up for you because I think you're hot and wanna see you again" They made it to a porch of a the house, barking being heard from the backyard.

"I think you and I remember The Outsiders very differently.." Peter muttered, having to take a physical pause to register what Harley was talking about as he opened the door for Peter.

They walked inside, rustling being heard from the back of the house before thundering footsteps grew louder and louder.

"Uhm.." Peter muttered to himself, unsure what could be generating that sound.

It sounded familiar, but he still had no clue..

Peter's eyes widened as quite possibly the fluffiest German Shepard he'd seen in his life came bounding down the hallway directly towards them, tongue out and everything.

(Look up fluffy German Shepard.. you won't regret it)

"Hi!" Peter's voice shifted into the initial Dog Talk voice as he began to crouch down.

Said dog helped him in that process, full on tackling him to the floor as soon as it made contact with him.

"Oliver!" Harley yelled, immediately dropping his coat to the floor and trying to wrangle the dog off of Peter.

Peter, however, was living the dream of stinky dog kisses and hairy belly being an instant heat source as it laid down on top of him to stabilize it's attacks.

It was a moment of pure chaos, dog hair everywhere along with the yelling of the two boys, one of sternness and the other of laughter.

Oliver the dog was relentless, striking at every weak point Peter had. Obviously, he could throw him off at any time, but honestly it was annoyingly fun.

Harley finally got his arms around Oliver's neck, dragging him off of Peter, where he began sniffing Harley as the Dog Greetings commanded of him.

Peter wiped his face off, laughing as he finally sat him. Harley was holding Oliver at the collar now in case he tried anything, looking down at Peter in concern.

"You okay??" He asked, "I forgot he did that, we don't have new people over often.." Oliver barked as if on cue, his tail wagging excitedly behind him.

"It's all cool" Peter chuckled, standing up, "that's the ideal way to go out".

Harley exhaled with a soft smile on his face while Peter rose to his feet, his grip on the dog loosening enough for the canine to release himself.

Instead of another frontal attack, Oliver gave Peter a polite sniff while Peter was granted the ability of petting the dog, returning to his goal of squatting down. Luckily, he was not tackled this time.