Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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"I'm sorryy" Peter whined, tugging on Harley's arm.

"He banned me from the lab for a week" Harley yanked it out of Peter's hand, starring out the window.

"I didn't know he was gonna do that! I'll sneak you some parts for the turtle you're making tonight I swear, just stop ignoring me".

Harley rolled his eyes, turning to Peter.

"How about the deal we had for me to keep my mouth shut?" He asked, letting his head rest against the window.

"You never told me what it was"

"Agree to it and I will"

Peter bit his lip. This was probably going to be a terrible idea, but he nodded anyhow.

"Sneak me out tonight" he shifted in the seat, turning his body to face Peter now.

"What?" Peter whispered, glancing at Tony who was just two seats down talking to some of the other teens.

"As Spiderman! I wanna try swinging with you" Harley didn't lower his volume in excitement, "plus, it'll be fun! We won't have Thing 1 and Thing 2 breathing down our necks the whole time!"

"I don't know.."

"Ah ah, you already promised" Harley called out, grabbing Peter's chin and turning Peter's head to face him instead of the billionaires.

Peter opened his mouth to object before he realized Harley was right.

"Fine" he grumbled, knowing damn well he was going to regret this.

Harley used the same hand to pull Peter's chin forward, pecking him on the lips.

"Thanks love bug" he sang braggingly.

Peter cursed that stupid grin. He hated how easily Harley got him to do things.

Tony looked behind him, as if some sort of sixth sense had been set off.

Harley's hands were already in his lap, a smug smile on his lips as he closed his eyes and hummed. Peter was staring at the seat in front of him, an annoyed look on his face.

They made eye contact, Tony tilting his head as if to say 'you good?'.

Peter nodded, pointing to Harley's stupid little smile growing bigger next to him.

Tony mouthed 'want me to..' before mimicking slitting his throat with his finger jokingly.

Peter shook his head wildly, mortified. Should he be worried about that?

Tony shrugged with a laugh and turned around, resuming whatever conversation he was having before. Peter just blew air out of his mouth, letting his head hit the back of his seat.

"How are we going to keep your identity secret out there?" Peter asked after a while, having been stressing over it all while Harley lazily took a light nap.

"I dunno" he shrugged, not opening his eyes, "you're planning the date night, not me"

"Wait, this is a date night??" Peter gasped, gaining a million more things to think about.

"Uh, yeah" Harley finally looked over to Peter, "you owe me dipshit. I've officially known the wizard longer than I've known you because you tried dumping me out of the blue".

Peter cringed at the thought.

Okay, yeah, maybe a surprise and slightly risky date night was fine.

The park ended up being a pleasant trip. Harley was actually fairly well-behaved considering his track record, only letting slip one or two sus comments the whole time. Half of the teens were laying around in the grass getting some sun and chatting, while the others were initiating the wildest game of tag known to man.

Why?

This was a massive park, and it was entirely empty except for a band of teenagers who'd had time to bond enough with each other like siblings. These were kids that had been limited to two singular floors in the tower for two months, much of that being spent in bed. One or two had been in a temporary coma, so all in all, their joints and stuff had gone quite stiff, even with all of the stretches and physical therapy they did.

It was a little strange to see so many kids running around with burn marks, an unflattering and sad sight, Peter had heard.

He thought it was nice though. Other people like him, with similar scars. Some had it worse than others, but they were really all the same in the end. And anyone who thought of the marks as anything less than fascinating had to be insane. It wasn't their fault in the first place. It made them look awesome, too.

And sad?

That didn't seem like a good way to describe what Peter was seeing. Not a single kid wasn't smiling as they raced around the playground.

Harley was one of those people, scrambling up one of the highest points he could to avoid capture. At this point, he was hidden from anyone below if no one had see him climb.

Tony and Stephen kept a good eye on all of them, halting even a small scrape from occurring if they could help it.

So it really was a wild game. No one really took personal safety seriously. That was a lot of power to give kids in a game of tag.

Harley had tried getting Peter to join earlier a couple of times, but Peter didn't really want to get up and run around yet. His excuse was that he'd beat everyone too easily.

Someone had noticed Harley. Peter was sitting down in the grass, legs crossed as he laughed at Harley's doom.

"Peter, catch me!!" Harley screamed, leaping from the highest point once he could climb no higher.

Peter had half a second to launch up, knowing he wouldn't make it in time.

What the hell was he thinking?

A portal opened up below Harley just before he splatted, launching him upwards closer to the ground to counteract gravity before sending him face first into the grass next to Peter.

Stephen seemed aware of the scolding Peter would give.

"You dumb shit—" Peter panted, grabbing Harley's dazed arm as he dragged him into a standing position.

A couple of the kids stared in awe. That was not something someone would see every day.

"You didn't catch me!" Harley defended, pushing Peter off of him.

"Sorry that I was kind of preoccupied by freaking out!" He hissed, gesturing to the spot where he was just laying down.

"Well maybe if you decided to play with us, that wouldn't have happened!"

The two bickered for a while, Peter inevitably caving if it meant Harley wouldn't do that again.

"You're such a bitch" he muttered, rolling his eyes as they stepped into the war zone.

"At least I'm your bitch. Tag, by the way" Harley bolted off.

The fucker had gotten tagged and still jumped??

Peter let out an exasperated huff, jogging after some of the other kids. He had to admit, Harley's thought process on that one was painfully well thought out.

That was one way to be dramatic, it seemed.

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I feel like I lost some of my charm or something. I had some trouble writing this one. In all fairness, I wrote it very spread out throughout the day, but it still felt weird yknow

I think it's alright tho, probably better than what it has been

Anywhoosies, I hope you all have a dilly darn delightful day, otherwise I might have to use my super secret ninja skills on you

Love you all 💛💛💛

Sincerely, me