request by theoneandonlyM25
*Peter isn't Spiderman*
I wrote the beginning and middle parts while in a REALLY bad state of mind, and the very end was written while I felt ok so um yeah, I think you can tell where the switch was made but maybe it's just me
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
CW: kissing
3rd Person P.O.V.
Peter sighed, adjusting his bowtie. He and his dad, Scott, had been invited to one of Tony Stark's parties. Peter didn't really know why. What mattered was that he was going, and he had to fit in.
"Pete! C'mon, we need to go!" Scott yelled, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Peter ran out, running a hand through his messy hair. It would have to do.
"Okay, I'm ready!" He and Scott went out to the car, driving to Stark Tower for the big celebration. Luckily, it wasn't a long drive, and soon enough, they were there.
"Alright." Scott turned to look at Peter, sighing. "Best behavior tonight, kiddo. This is a big deal," he reminded. Peter nodded, glancing down at his hands. "I trust you'll be able to handle yourself?" Peter looked up at his dad, nodding.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat, repeating himself. "Yeah. I'll be fine." Scott smiled, ruffling Peter's hair affectionately.
"Good. And hey, I heard Tony Stark's son might be there! He's around your age..." Scott grinned, giving his son a knowing look. Peter's skin flushed a soft pink color, an embarrassed groan escaping his lips.
"Dad..."
"I'm just teasing! Now c'mon, let's go!"
~
They had been at the party for about an hour now. Scott had easily found his way into a conversation, while Peter was stuck sitting on a couch, swirling his (non-alcoholic) drink lazily. He was beyond bored, and pretty lonely.
"Is this seat taken?" Peter looked up to see a taller boy, around his age, with dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. Peter swallowed thickly, shaking his head and scooting over a bit to let the boy sit.
"I don't think I've ever seen you at one of these parties before," the boy mused, studying Peter's face. "There's usually not many minors. Pretty much all adults." He sighed, holding out a hand. "I'm Harley."
"Peter." Peter accepted Harley's hand, shaking it awkwardly. The blond nodded, humming.
"So, Peter, what brings you here tonight? This party isn't open to just anyone, you know," Harley commented.
"Oh... my dad was invited, and I guess I'm allowed to be here too?" Peter shrugged. "I don't even know why I'm here, to be honest. I'm not really having a great time."
"Hm. Well, if you want to hang out with me tonight, maybe we can turn that around?" Harley grinned, standing up and holding his hand out. Peter hesitated, eyebrows furrowed.
"Uhm... I don't know, I don't really know you, and there's a lot-"
"Look. I know we don't know each other, but it'll be fun! I could take you on a tour of the tower, if you'd like," Harley offered. Peter's eyes widened.
"Oh, I'm not doing that! It's not allowed, we're supposed to stay in the party area and-"
"Darlin'." Peter immediately stopped talking, blushing lightly. "I can take you wherever you want to go." Harley leaned in closer, whispering. "I'm a Stark."
"You- you're- I-" Peter stammered, shaking his head. "What?" Harley grinned.
"Harley Stark. Tony Stark's son."
"Holy shit..." Peter murmured, shaking his head. "And you're inviting me on a tour of Stark Tower?"
"That was the plan, yes," Harley chuckled lightly. "Why not? It's not every day someone like you shows up to one of these parties."
"Someone like me?" Peter wondered. Harley leaned in closer, smirking.
"Did you know that you're extremely cute?" When he stood up straight, Harley could see the very obvious blush on Peter's face. "Why don't I show you around the place? It'd be much better than sitting here."
"...Okay."
~
Harley's "tour" of Stark Tower had been incredibly short-lived. As soon as the two were truly alone, the tension rose quickly, spilling over the brim. Peter had found himself pushed up against a wall, Harley inches away. His gaze flickered down to Peter's lips, letting out a soft breath.
"Is this okay?" The blond questioned, both of them making eye contact. Peter nodded quickly, taking a breath before their lips connected.
Their kiss was short-lived, however, because Harley pulled away quickly, backing away from a very confused Peter.
"Harley?" Peter frowned tilting his head. "Are you okay?"
"What the fuck, I'm not gay!" The blond exclaimed, shaking his head. "I... I don't like you. Not like that. I'm not gay," he insisted, stepping back.
"But you... you just kissed me...?" Peter's voice was full of hurt and confusion.
"...No I didn't..." Harley glanced around nervously, still shaking his head. "Look, I... I gotta go. This never happened."
"Wait!" But Peter was too late. Harley had already made a run for it, leaving him alone, lost and confused in Stark Tower.
Peter knew he should've just stayed on the couch. Or, even better, he should've stayed home. It would've been better than this.
Peter sighed. He supposed he would have to find his own way back to the party. Not that he wanted to be there, but it might be better than this. At least Harley hadn't taken him too far into the tower.
~
Peter stepped back into the party crowd, weaving in between people and tables in search of his dad. His face felt uncomfortably warm and tears threatened to fall every time he blinked. Fucking Harley Stark. What an asshole.
Finally, Peter found his dad... talking to Tony Stark. And, naturally, Harley was there as well, a fake grin plastered onto his backstabbing face.
"Oh, Peter! Here, why don't you come say hi?" Scott encouraged, scooping an arm around Peter's shoulders and pulling him toward the conversation. "Tony, Harley, this is my son, Peter." The brunette waved shyly, keeping his head down. He didn't even want to look at Harley right now.
The blond frowned, spotting the tears in Peter's eyes. Harley knew it was probably his fault that Peter was upset. It was a dick move, abandoning him like that. He had to fix this, to make it right.
"Dad?" Harley spoke up, looking at Tony. The billionaire gave him an expectant look, as if to say "go on". "Um, I wanted to tell you something..."
"Can it wait? We can talk after the party, alright?" Tony chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head.
"No, actually... it's important, and I'd like to say it now," Harley insisted. Tony let out an exasperated sigh, but waved him on.
"Dad... I'm gay."
The reaction hit them all at once. Peter looked up with wide eyes, Scott grinned at Peter, and Tony nearly choked on his drink. Harley, although he had addressed Tony with his words, was staring directly at Peter, an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Oh, um..." Tony cleared his throat, patting Harley's shoulder. "That's great, kiddo. Thank you for telling me." Harley smiled, nodding.
"Peter? May we talk?" Harley held out his hand, silently hoping the smaller boy would accept his hand. Peter sighed, but grabbed onto Harley's outstretched palm.
Harley led them away from the crowds, turning around so that he was holding both of Peter's hands. He looked down, taking a deep breath.
"Peter, darlin'... I'm so sorry. I was such a dick earlier, and you didn't deserve any of that... I'm sorry." Harley glanced up, meeting Peter's gaze. "I guess I just panicked when we kissed... I was so afraid that people would find out, and I wasn't ready for that yet, especially against my own will," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I forgive you," Peter murmured, sighing. "But you could've just told me, you know. I would've understood if you wanted to keep it secret." He paused, scoffing. "That would've been a lot better than you yelling that you 'weren't gay' and 'didn't like me'." Harley cringed, scrunching up his nose.
"I guess I was just scared... but it doesn't matter now. My dad knows, so..." Harley shrugged. "Let me start over." The blond stuck his hand out, grinning at Peter. "Hi, I'm Harley Stark, I'm gay, and I do like you." Peter blushed, a nervous chuckle escaping his throat.
"Hi Harley. I'm Peter, I'm bi with a preference for boys, and I think I like you too," he smiled, shaking Harley's hand.
"Nice to meet you Peter, would it be okay if I kissed you?"
"That depends, are you going to be an asshole afterward?" Peter questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No. I promise I won't," Harley insisted. Peter smiled, stepping closer so that they were only a small distance apart.
"In that case, yes. It would be okay." With Peter's consent sitting pretty in his palm, Harley closed the space between them, kissing the brunette gently. The kiss was soft and careful, like delicate petals floating down to rest on the surface of the water. And when they both pulled away, each boy had a dusty pink hue to their cheeks.
"That was much better than the first time," Peter mumbled, punch-drunk off the kiss. Harley was in a similar state, staring down at Peter with a joyful smile on his face. He caressed Peter's soft skin with his thumb, making eye contact with the most adorable baby browns.
"You're so beautiful, darlin'," Harley mused, staring at Peter with adoration in his eyes. "And I am so sorry for the way I acted earlier. You didn't deserve that." The brunette smiled, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"It's okay. Just don't ever do it again." A small smile crept onto Harley's face, becoming a teasing grin.
"Oh, so we'll do this again?" Peter looked up at him with the most annoyed look on his face. Harley gulped, shaking his head. "Sorry, sorry. But, genuinely, will we meet again?"
"We will," Peter smiled warmly. "We will."
that was unnecessarily long but ok
Im such a comma slut, apparently I use a lot of commas in places I'm not supposed to?? But also I don't give a fuck