Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Fluffier than a fish

"You will not be doing that, you're going to classes and you're going to explain—"

"—and then I could build that Iron Lad suit we talked about and also take Peter to remote places where you can't find us outside of—"

"That is a stupid name and there's no way in hell you're leaving this building with him you sick—"

"And ohhhh my gosh I'd get to see him every morning and—"

"No!! No you will not! You're going home and you're going to school, and I'm making a restraining order you whack insane adolescent" Tony had grabbed Peter by the shoulders, dragging the confused teen away from the hell spawn that was Harley.

"But Anthonyyy" Harley whined, pushing his bowl away.

"Say that name one more time and I'm sending you to northern Europe" Tony threatened, "and you're going to school, no buts. Get ready, you're leaving in 7 minutes" he instructed, hand still on Peter's shoulder as if it'd secure keeping the two of them apart.

"Wait how did you know that?" Harley asked, grabbing his bowl off of the counter to sip up the remaining milk as he made his way to the sink.

"I sent Peter off every day before, I know what time your school starts. Now git", he shooed Harley out of the room, who dumped his bowl in the sink and stuck his tongue out, shoving paper's into his bag left and right.

Tony went towards the bowl to put it in the dishwasher, successfully leaving an opening for Harley to skirt around the counter and plant a daring kiss on Peter's lips before bolting out of the room before Tony could react.

"Harley—"

"Love you guys! Bye!" Harley shouted, the elevator ding entering at record speed.

Tony sighed in annoyance, rinsing off the leftover milk droplets in the sink.

Peter blinked, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. It seemed to be a reoccurring experience whenever Harley was around. Be it Peter's dumbass-full zone in on the man when he speaks, breathes, and/or exists, or the vibes he brings that bounce all over the place, distracting Peter in its wake.

Stephen had gotten himself his own bowl of cereal, unfazed from any of the morning events so far.

"How'd you sleep, Peter?" Stephen struck conversation easily, taking a much cleaner spoonful of breakfast into his mouth than the other teen had done.

"Pretty well, all things considering.." he nodded, "I had a good night I think".

It wasn't unknown in the tower about frequent nightmares. Almost everyone had them. Peter didn't stick out like a sore thumb in that way. Heck, FRIDAY wasn't even assigned to announce them right away.

A system had been set up once they'd reached their fourth night terror teammate. If it was noticeable enough for FRIDAY to pick up on, and lasted a certain period of time, their previously chosen nightmare partner would be alerted. Otherwise, they'd either go back to sleep, or have the option to set off the alert anyhow for an after-attack talk.

So far, Peter had not called anyone in. The alert had gone off twice though. Tony responded to both, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Harley had been given permission alongside him and Stephen based on how both times he'd seen the teen creeping around during the relative minutes.

"Glad to hear it" Tony grinned, grabbing the forgotten (and cursed) granola wrapper and tossing it in the bin where it belonged.

"Yeah.. it's been nice".

There was a sudden somber silence, filled with everyone's swift remembrance of the past horrors. No explanation for it, but the simultaneous revelation left a mutual ring of frowns at the counter.