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[harlstark]

oh he did this for us. the harley of it all… also?? in general he’s been pushing sooo much harley energy? the cowboy hats, the boots, the guitar— im so here for it

[anticw-spn]

peter: FIVE MONTHS

tony: what's happening here

harley: it's not that big of a deal-

peter: YOU WATCHED ME WATER A FAKE PLANT FOR FIVE MONTHS??!?

[selene-borealis]

Okay, but have you guys ever considered that Harley’s accent is more Appalachian, less Southern?

[funkylittlebidiot]

Harley, muttering under his breath in the lab: what if we were two exposed wires … and we kissed … jk jk …

Harley: - Unless - *gets electrocuted*

Tony:

[athenadcvell]

Harley: Oh, and here is my award for the most direct orders ignored.

Tony: That's not an award, that's an angry letter from your school.

Harley, putting it up on the fridge: Well, it says most so I'm calling it an award.

[dykeninthdoctor]

i'm only steady on my knees / one day i'll stand on my own two feet. for @peachy-keener

Harley doesn’t know what having a dad is like.

The only dad he’s ever known walked out of his life the day he turned seven. On his birthday. April Fools, no less. Happy birthday to him, and April Fools, your dad’s never coming back. They were supposed to have cake, he remembers, because he remembers everything about that day, remembers how his dad kissed his mom on the cheek and took the beat-up pick-up truck to get the cake, remembers how he. Never. Came. Back.

Remembers how his mom didn’t cry.

Remembers how he didn’t cry, either.

Before he left, Jack Keener wasn’t much of a dad anyway. So. Maybe it was a good thing he left. With Jack gone, bruises don’t darken his mom’s skin anymore. She doesn’t go to bed crying anymore, except on the days when the mail comes at the end of the month, and she thinks Harley can’t hear her.

Even at seven, eight, nine, Harley knows how to comfort his mom. Chamomile tea, her favorite sweatshirt from college, and taking the bills away for her to look at in the morning. He goes through them once she falls asleep; he’s always been good with numbers. That doesn’t mean they make sense, not completely, but he knows she needs a new job, and he can figure out with a few calculations that they can’t afford the school she was talking about sending him to.

He tells her in the morning that he’s okay with public school.

Public school isn’t okay with him.

He has to hide the bruises from his mom, because he knows she’ll cry, and he doesn’t know how to comfort her when she’s crying about him, instead of numbers. Because numbers make sense. Harley doesn’t make sense.

That’s why he gets the bruises in the first place, after all.

No one knows he’s getting bullied; no one that cares about him, that is. The whole school knows. Macy Keener doesn’t.

And then. Someone breaks into the garage–his workshop, the only place where he can be himself–in the middle of winter, in the middle of the night, in the middle of Christmas break, the most stressful time of year for his mom. So he goes to investigate himself.

It’s Tony Stark.

And Tony Stark, somehow, knows that he’s getting bullied.

Tony Stark, somehow, looks at him, and understands.

Kiddo, he says, and kid, and Harls.

And Harley almost, almost, thinks that maybe this is what having a dad is like.

But then Tony leaves.

And Harley realizes that having a dad, for him, means that they leave.

[dragoqueen]

Mistakes Were Made and More to Come

Summary: Peter’s over at the tower for a lab day. Turns out, Tony didn’t warn him ahead of time that the Rogue’s were apparently pardoned... and now staying at the tower. Oh boy...

Words: 893

A/N:

I tried writing fluff... Is it good? Who knows?

“Thanks for the ride Happy!” Peter shouts as he runs from the car to the entrance of Stark Tower. He hears a distinct, “see you later kid,” before he’s disappeared into the tower. The normal security guard nods as Peter scans his badge and steps into the private elevator that was only accessible to the most important people like Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. FRIDAY greets him, explaining that “Boss” was in a meeting but had given Peter the go-ahead to get a snack from the penthouse and then meet him in the lab after. 

School had lasted way too long. Flash was being a butthole, per usual, and MJ was gone for some special art awards ceremony thing, so he and Ned were stuck dealing with his bullying the entire day. The lack of one of his friends also meant that he didn’t get the usual extra sandwich that MJ usually brought for him so he was extra hungry today. 

When the elevator arrives at the penthouse he tosses his backpack on a nearby chair and moves to the kitchen to make some food. Luckily, they had a movie night a few days ago so there were still pizza leftovers in the fridge. He grabs the leftover slices and tosses them on a plate and shoving one in his mouth before moving over to the minifridge in the corner of the kitchen that was dedicated to protein shakes specifically catered for Peter’s metabolism, created by the man, Bruce Banner, himself. 

He discards that next to his plate, grabbing another piece to chew on while he stands on the counter to dig for the double stuffed Oreos that Pepper kept hidden for the two of them where she knew Tony couldn’t reach them (he always ate them all). He grabs a small handful before returning it to the back of the cupboard and jumping down, returning to his small food stash to discard them next to the pizza. 

He stuffs another piece of pizza in his mouth as he grabs both the plate and the cup to bring down to the lab to work on his latest Roomba project while he waited for Mr. Stark to get out of the meeting. He starts making his way towards the elevator when a cough from the living room alerts his attention. He spins around fast, careful not to drop his food but still on alert. 

Standing in various places around the living room were the Rogue Avengers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, and Mr. Do-good himself, Steve Rogers. They all looked to have been frozen from whatever they were doing previously and were now staring at the young vigilante, on high alert. Each of them had their hands on their designated weapons and one second from attacking Peter. “Whatcha got their kid?” Mr. Rogers asks. 

“A smoothie,” Peter answers cautiously, eliciting a quiet laugh from The Falcon. 

“Who are you and what are you doing up here. No one should have access up here but Avengers.”

“I think I should be asking what you are doing here, Mr. Captain America, Rogers Sir.” sure, Peter hated his guts, but that wasn’t grounds to be impolite. “After all, you are all not supposed to be here. You’re on the run.” 

“That uh… that was all ratified this morning. Stark said that we can move back in here while the government deals with the other stuff.” 

“More like Mr. Stark deals with your mess,” Peter mutters under his breath, forgetting there are currently two super soldiers in the room along with two highly-trained spies. 

“We just need to know who you are so we know you’re not a threat.”

“A threat? You’re the one about to pull weapons on me. I was just getting a snack and then was going to leave to help Mr. Stark in the lab. Why don’t you ask FRIDAY if you’re so worried.”

“FRIDAY?” Steve says, looking towards the ceiling. 

“Mr. Parker here is authorized to be here. He was informed by Boss to get a snack while he finished his meeting.”

“Alright, thanks FRIDAY.”

“Well then, I’m just going to… go. Now that we’ve cleared that up.”

“But who are you? Tony’s secret son or something?”

“Wh-what no? Why would I be his son? I’m just his intern. Peter Parker at your service.”

“Tony has interns now? I thought he couldn’t stand kids.” Falcon says. 

“Who knows? The man’s always doing random things.”

“Don’t talk bad about him. You’re probably already causing him enough trouble being here. I’m gonna head to the lab but… y’all have fun with whatever the heck you were doing.”

He backs awkwardly towards the elevator, satisfied when FRIDAY immediately opens it for him to step inside. He gives one last awkward wave before the elevator closes behind him and FRIDAY starts moving it to the lab. He sighs, finally able to relax without the stares of the Rogues on him and not having to worry about them figuring out his secret identity. He was sure that they’d hound Mr. Stark about it later, and he’d be able to deal with it. 

When the lab door opens, he moves to sit at the counter and eat his food, happy to be away from the prying eyes of the ex-Avengers he despised so much. 

[starkie-md]

Peter: Coffee is my angel, you got a problem with that?

Tony: You shouldn't be drinking that much coffee you're a child

Peter: I am depresso so I need my espresso