Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Tony's about to evict a kid

"You traitor" Harley spit, collapsing down on the nest of pillows Peter had built for himself before they started.

Peter just hummed in response, buying a card from the shop after placing down his own.

Stephen had given up long ago, sending the rest do his loot to Harley. Despite getting the massive advantage, he still managed to be one of the first ones out. Now it was down to Peter and Tony.

It stretched on for about an hour.

Harley dipped not long after, bored by the lack of responses he got from the two die-hard players looking for victory. Peter assumed he'd gone to mess with Stephen or something.

Tony placed down his card.

"That's unfair!" Peter cried, slamming his cards down on the floor in front of him.

"Hey, I went easy on you!" Tony put his hands up, a not-so-sorry grin on his face.

"There's no way you just drew that" Peter complained, rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry Pete, I've had that one since you made me draw 6 and discard 5" he shrugged, yawning.

Peter groaned loudly, grabbing one of the pillows that had been strewn around the room and shoving his face into it.

Harley appeared in the doorway not long after.

"I heard the sound of misery, who lost" he had changed clothes into a sweater and some shorts, shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Tony grinned smugly, reaching around to pick up various pieces to lessen the mess a bit, Harley's demeanor plummeting as he watched Peter scream into the pillow.

"I told you, punks. Certified. Genius" he tapped on his noggin as if that helped anything.

"More like certified butt hole" Harley threw a piece of popcorn at the man, striking a bullseye as it landed in his hair.

"Shouldn't you guys be congratulating me?" He asked, grabbing the kernel out of his hair and then eating it.

Harley made a face of disgust, grabbing Peter's arm again and leading him out of the room.

"Hey, come help clean up this mess!" Tony yelled, Harley slamming the door behind him with a laugh.

Peter was grumpy now, having spent the literally two hours sitting there in concentration only to have his ass handed to him by a singular card.

"Awe cmon Peter" Harley pouted, the two of them holding hands as they made their way to Peter's room, "At least now we can go hang out with Spiderman!".

If that was supposed to cheer Peter up, it was doing a horrible job.

He'd entirely forgotten about that.

"Go tell Stephen you're gonna head out, I'll be in here sitting in your rolling chair acting like a damsel in distress".

It didn't take long to get permission, and Peter now had his own little high-up window for him to jump out of. Tony was entirely against it at first, worried for Peter's safety at the height, but after proving his point (nearly giving Tony a heart attack in the process), Tony finally agreed.

Peter joined Harley in his room, giving the spinning teen the thumbs up as he went into his closet. He had made it a habit of changing in there since That Day, so it didn't feel weird even with Harley outside.

"Awe cmon!" Harely shouted, his voice muffled by the door between them, "you're not gonna strip for me??"

Peter nearly fell over as he was pulling the spandex up, bumping into the wall and causing an iron man figurine he genuinely wasn't aware was in there to fall crashing to the ground.

Harley's laughter rose up outside, and Peter begrudging zipped up the rest of it before swiftly putting the figurine back on the shelf and stepping out.

"You're a hottie" Harley grinned, his head dipped down as he stared at Peter.

"And you're a dork" Peter replied, putting on his mask so that his face wouldn't be so transparent.

He tossed over an older Spiderman mask, meaning for Harley to put it on. It took Harley a second, but he managed to fit it on well enough.

"Great disguise" he complimented dryly.

"It was a bit last notice".

"Next time I wanna get me my own mask. Something that screams.. 'Spiderman is my bitch'"

"Good luck with that".

Harley just waved his head around cockily, standing up to join Peter.

"So, what position do you wanna do this in?" Harley sauntered over, popping his back when he arrived.

"You—"

"Mind out of the gutter, right" Harley sighed.

Peter remained silent as he shot a web to the window, opening it, before grabbing Harley by the waist and leaping out.

Harley didn't even get to give a single one-liner before he was screaming his head off, the two of them plummeting to the ground.

Peter secured his grip on Harley, using both hands to shift him easier, before launching a web once they got close enough. Harley's arms were clung around Peter's back in sheer fear, a feeling Peter would never admit he'd enjoyed as they took their first swing.

Peter laughed as Harley swung his legs around him like a koala, wide eyes as he watched the ground get closer and further away.

Peter leaped onto a wall, distancing himself sparingly to give room to the baby strapped to his chest.

"How the hell do you do that every day" Harley whispered, catching his breath.

Peter crawled up the wall quietly, dropping Harley off at the roof of the building they'd ended up on.

"You haven't seen anything yet" Peter raised his hands up for finger guns, letting his head fall back as he dipped over the edge.

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Ajshwks

Idk why but I feel like when I'm not making it sad or having any immediate plot line going, it's a little bit dry lol..

Anywhoosies, hope you sexy mfs have been taking care of yourselves, otherwise I'm gonna make you regret choosing this book to read (:

Love you all💛💛💛

Sincerely, someone who needs a creativity boost