Happy FFWF! What're you working on right now? Could you share a snippet??
Happy FFWF! We missed you Marko ♥️♥️♥️
OKAY so I'm working on my Not Spider-Man 4 fic that I've talked about here. The short of it is this is canon compliant through No Way Home (Tony dead, May dead, the blip blipped), Harley-centric gen fic (no romantic parkner this time), and Harley has been using the Iron Man armor he made to steal a la robin hood style in order to keep what's left of Rose Hill post-blip from dying out. Oh and he's trans 😏 for flavor.
Here's the latest! Tagging @myarmsaretoolong since you're interested :)
Below, Peter drops to a knee and rests his forehead on his forearm, back heaving as he catches his breath. Harley lands a few steps away and turns to ensure the area is clear and stays clear of any threats while he does.
"You alright?"
Peter sucks in a deep breath and lifts his head. He wipes blood and sweat from his forehead with his palm. "Been worse. You didn't find Evrett and Abbie? I sent them toward—"
"The railroad tracks," Harley says. "Yeah, I found them. Think you're up for a short flight?"
Peter looks at him then, surprise on his face. "Oh."
"Oh what? You'd rather run?"
"No, I just…" He takes in Harley like he's something new. Or unexpected. "I didn't think you'd come back once you had them."
It stings even though it shouldn't. He's given Peter no reason to think anything different. He had to have his arm twisted into every moment of heroism before, so why would this one be any different?
"The plan hasn't changed," he says eventually. "Two idiots in, four idiots out. I was short an idiot."
"Right." Peter pushes to his feet with a wince. "Care to fly this idiot out of here? I'm sick of this place."
"Miss your concrete jungle?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"Sure. Hang on tight. I'm told it's a miserable experience."
Peter steps atop his feet without being told and wraps his arms around Harley's middle. "I remember."
