Prompt: Harley and Peter meeting and interacting at the funeral in Endgame and finding a common kind of grief over Tony's death
sooo this is a stretch for this prompt!! but it’s about Harley and Peter!! and they’re well, talking about Tony’s death, so it COUNTS
also could not have written even this small drabble without @frostysunflowers who gives the best idea and helped write the dialogue!!
“He was a good mentor,” laments Peter, standing at the end of the dock.
“Even if he was getting a little erratic in his old age,” adds Harley.
“And wouldn’t let us have a dog,” says Peter. “Even though we’re totally responsible and really deserve it.”
Harley heaves a heavy, dramatic sigh and Peter imagines that it gets carried on to the other side of the lake, that even nature can feel their sadness. “Even if he wouldn’t let us build a replica of the Death Star, we still loved him.”
“Cause we’re good mentees, that’s why.”
“Right, we’re the best,” says Harley. “And he was pretty okay. For an old dude.”
The sound of a hoverchair gets closer and closer, but Peter, as well as Harley, is intent on ignoring it. It’s true that they spent a good couple of days in the garage making it from Tony’s favorite chair. It’s true that they’d been proud of it after they were finished, but now, it seems like building the hoverchair has created more problems than it’s worth.
For example, a certain superhero becoming mobile before he was fully rehabbed, a certain superhero-mentor who now floated around the lake house property on a hoverchair. Fully able to track them down if something should, say, explode in the garage.
“What the hell happened in the garage?”
“Sometimes,” says Peter. “I can still hear the sound of his voice.”
“I told you two to stop pretending I’m dead! It freaks Gerald out!” says Tony. “And it’s not gonna work, you’re still gonna have to tell me why the garage was just on fire.”
“TONY! JUST GO INTO THE LIGHT!” yells Harley.
Tony hovers in place. Just stares at them. “I’m disowning both of you. You two are out of the will. Morgan gets everything.”
“Guess now that Mr. Stark is gone,” says Peter. “We can finally have that puppy.”
“We’ll call him Tony Jr.”
It happens so fast, not even Peter’s spidey reflexes can protect him from Mr. Stark charging him and pushing him off the dock and into the lake. Harley’s next. His head dunks under the water as Mr. Stark turns the chair and rides off towards the house.
“No dinner until you get the garage cleaned up!”
They swim to shore, they clean the garage, and they both agree, the trouble had been worth it.
