what if peter and harley met online before tony introduced them irl?? it’d be funny to see tony’s reaction to them already knowing each other
So i just realized this seems like it never posted so, ill try again? Hope this lives up to your standards anon, and it got kind of out of hand for me and feels slightly off track, but here ya go.
It started with a Minecraft server, of all things. Ned had begged Peter to hop on the one he was playing, mentioning there was a to-scale Hoth Base as the main hub on the server and Ned was planning on making a to-scale replica of many of the sets. So naturally, Peter had to see it.
It was pretty nice, in Minecraft scale. Ned chattering over the video call Peter has minimized in the corner of his screen, rattling facts of. Then some assholes decided that the newbie on the server needed to be taught a lesson, and Peter was clenching his teeth as the “You Died” screen flashed over his monitor. He was already clicking respawn when,
“Oh dude, he got them good for you”
“Who?” Peter’s game character finally respawned in, and he booked it back to where Ned had been. He showed back up to see Ned’s character switching between a crouch and a hop, facing down a hill. Peter finally caught up, and looked down to see a second player. The player was in full enchanted iron armor, coded to flash red. The nametag read “Lord_SPUD”, and the player began to bounce up and down when they noticed Peter back.
“Ah, its Harley, this is his server really. He said he’s sorry, he kicked those assholes for the rest of the week.” Ned was staring at something else on his screen, and Peter scanned his own for the chat.
“Did he say in chat?”
“Oh no, there is a discord, but hang on, I’ll add him to our chat just to voice join,” Ned’s face disappeared, and it swapped to a voice call. The program made a satisfy bloop, and a second avatar popped up next to Ned’s.
“I’m really sorry man, there’s a rule against that,” Peter blinked at the voice. The boy, he assumed, sounded gorgeous with a voice like that, and he could feel his brain-melting at the slight southern drawl.
“It–its fine, it is minecraft, I was kinda expecting it,” Peter stammered out. The voice chuckled.
“I’m Harley, I know Ned, but you’re?”
“Peter, Ned’s friend in high school.”
“Well Peter, I hope you keep playing, see you around” Peter could hear the smirk, before Harley disconnected.
“Dude,” Ned sighed and Peter quickly sent a middle finger emoji.
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