Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

WAP

"Awe come on, you're literally my superhero boyfriend. What's the harm in it?" He threw his arm around Peter's shoulder.

Peter jumped a bit, closing his eyes in annoyance. Not literal annoyance, but he still hadn't fully calmed down from yesterday's.. extracurricular activity, and he dropped the piece he'd just fitted in.

Harley, per usual, not noticing, carried on his oh-so-interesting scenario's.

"Like, I get that you would probably be seen as suspicious by classmates if you could carry me, a very buff, sexy, and tall man, to every single one of our classes, but who cares! I bet we'd end up on the couple's page on instagram" he tossed out his defense, letting his head drop on Peter's shoulder as well.

For some reason, Peter couldn't find himself to bask in that position like he normally would. It just didn't feel right.

He tugged on his collar, pulling it upwards subtly as he picked up the fallen piece.

Harley took the sudden silence as embarrassment, bursting out in laughter. Peter shook his head in return, ducking it down and getting to work.

"So for your 'senses'.. does that mean you can pretty much hear and smell everything? How far?" He asked, deciding to finally get back to work as he grabbed for an exacto knife

"Well, I can hear farther than I can smell. For instance, ms Pableo is on call with—" he cut himself off.

He looked at Harley in disgust, who just had the dumbest version of a smug grin he could muster through suppressed laughter.

Peter had to actually cover his nose up before he gagged, turning away.

"What's wrong Peter?" Harley asked innocently, the smile audible in his words.

"You're revolting" Peter's quiet voice came back as he gagged into his hand, facing the wall.

"I don't know what you mean".

"What did you even eat, broccoli?" He hissed, refusing to even face the same direction till the smell was gone.

"Cauliflower, but you were close" Harley shrugged, "thought it'd be funny".

Peter couldn't even ask to go to the restroom to escape it. He just had to sit here in a cloud of Harley's horrid gas. It literally smelt like death. Peter had no idea how such a great guy could cause such damage. He actually felt like he was dying. 'Boys will be boys' shouldn't stand for a war crime like this.

The class bell rang then, Peter leaping as far away from that hell corner as he could. Harley's barking laughter fueled his speed as he rushed out the door. He could hear Harley's footsteps behind him, but he ignored them (along with the apologies that were shouted) as he weaved through the crowd of people towards the lunch room.

Once he entered the open gym filled with tables and troubled teens, he brushed through as many as he could to reserve their table before jogging to the lunch line. Not long after, Harley and Ned caught up with him. Flash and MJ were already sitting at the table, Flash explaining something to her in excitement while she read her book.

It still blew Peter's mind that Flash had speed ran a character arc in like a month. Nobody in the school really considered it big news anymore, but it surprised them nevertheless. Peter assumed it was a status thing. Opinions being suppressed or something. It just seemed so out of character for him to be going off on a topic that wasn't something status related.

"What the hell is this" Harley said deadpanned as he stared at his tray.

"I think it's.. mashed potatoes?" Ned swirled his fork through the liquid-like substance, confused as to why they'd put in in a plastic bowl like that.