Safe haven
Peter stormed upstairs and threw a duffel bag on his bed. He knew his dad was gonna be pissed , but he never even entertained the possibility of being kicked out. But he stood true to his word. He loved Harry he knew how lame of an excuse that was and how much of a child he sounded like. But it was true dammit! And if leaving his home is what he had to do for his happiness then he was willing. His furiously shoving clothes into a camouflage duffel was halted by a small voice at the door “are you really leaving?” His younger brother asked looking sullen and sad. The usually nonchalant alpha teen looked up at his older brother with unsaid pleas in his eyes. “Oh harls” Peter said stepping forward to give him a hug squishing him to his chest, “yeah hon I am. But I promise I’ll call and text loads okay?”, “is he really worth it?” Harley asked his head buried in his brothers chest. Without missing a beat Peter replied “yea babe yea he is”. Finishing his minimal packing he said his goodbyes to Harley and set off seemingly for the last time down the stairs and out of the threshold of his childhood home but stopping once in the kitchen to look at his parents still sitting at the table reeling from the fiasco that just happened, giving them a look he said “he’s not like Norman dad, you’re not even giving him a chance! You probably know way better than me what it’s like growing up with a shitty dad, I’m sorry but this time the apple did fall far away from the horrid,rotten tree.” Tony was still silent refusing to say anything. Seeing his last attempt at reconciliation fail with one last look and a heavy sigh he walked out. He decided to just take a metro as all the cars in the garage were technically his dads. He only had one destination in mind his safe haven, the queens apartment. He’d already told Harry all that had happened and he was waiting for him there. He cried softly the whole way there as the reality and consequences of the disaster this morning settled in. His dad had basically disowned him. He couldn’t stop sobbing all the way to the doorway of the dingy building they had bought two years ago when Normans disapproving drunken rambles got too much. He rung the doorbell of apartment 201 of building B. The second the door opened and he saw the copper hair and familiar muscled body he threw himself in his mates arms completely losing all resolve he might have had in public and sobbed full force. Harry seeing how upset the smaller boy was just moved them to the couch and continued to embrace him. He knew that choosing between one was always a possibility for Peter when he told his parents but the omega had stayed positive. After a couple hours Peter finally calmed down removing his head from Harry’s chest he noticed bruises on his arms and the beginnings of a fantastic shiner on his left eye. He sucked in a sharp breath and said “what happened?” Worriedly. Harry sighed and said in a tight voice, “Norman got drunk again called you a gold digging wh*re. I can’t stand when he does things like this Pete! The only thing he ever cares about is his stupid company.” Harry put his head in his hands defeatedly. Peter rubbing his back to help him feel better said,”it’s fine babe-“ “it’s not fine coco it’s not! He was never the best person but ever since - ever since mom died he’s just gotten worse and worse.” Harry said frustratedly cutting his boyfriend off. Norman Osborn had never been a very good father, he had never been a very good person either in fact. But then he met his second wife when Harry was five, Emily Amaira Osborn (née miller) the only mother Harry had ever known and wanted. He had become half decent at being both human and dad. Emily Osborn was the most lovely, kind, beautiful omega woman he had ever had the luck to meet . She was Harry’s primary parent and probably the sole reason he is the way he is. But a year ago she had been diagnosed with stage three breast cancer, and that along with a host of other problems sadly ended her life. Both Osborn men tried their hardest, gave her the best treatments from the best doctors but it just didn’t work. Emily herself put up an amazing fight, but even the fire of fiercest souls can be snuffed. Ever since then Norman had reverted back to his old ways just with the addition of a raging alcohol problem. He had thrown himself into his work and given up all interest in his sons life except criticising every aspect of it, no matter what it was. Harry had been devastated as was expected and Peter had been with him every step of the way. He had stayed to cook for him so he didn’t starve himself, he comforted him when the pain got too unbearable, gave him cuddles when getting out of bed seemed like too big of a task and was a pillar of support when the next blowout fight with his father eventually took place. It had brought them closer. Peter wasn’t sure what they were going to do now, but he knew whatever life threw at them they would handle it together, as a team.