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Peter jumped when he heard the train screech to a stop. He rubbed his bleary eyes and checked the stop. He jumped into action when he saw he was where he needed to be and grabbed his things before jumping off. He panted for a second before looking around the station cautiously.
"HARLEY!" a voice sounded behind him. Peter turned cautiously, only to have a man yank him into his arms.
Peter was too stunned to say anything, before he remembered that he was posing as the man's son. "Hey, Dad," Peter said, awkwardly patting the man on the back.
The man pulled away, and Peter panicked slightly at the sight of the tears in his eyes. "Don't cry," he said, patting the man's shoulder awkwardly.
"You know me, Harls," the man said, chuckling. "I ain't Tony Stark without a couple tears."
"Right," Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well," Tony said, grabbing Peter's suitcase and walking to his car. "Your mother and sister are waiting for you. They've waited years, Harls. Let's not keep them waiting longer."
"Alrighty," Peter said, mentally preparing himself for an awkward car ride home.
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Peter tried not to gawk too much when he was led into Stark Tower. Hello, Master Harley, a voice from somewhere.
"Dad, I think the little voice in my head came back," Peter said nervously.
Tony laughed. "Good to know your sense of humor is still intact. You remember JARVIS, don't you?"
Peter tried to laugh too. "Uh, duh," he said. "I was just messing with you."
Peter walked out of the elevator, trying not to gawk to obviously. He and Harry would make a fortune off this stuff. "Harley!" a woman's voice called, and Peter was suddenly swept in the embrace of a blonde woman. "Oh, Harley, my baby, you're okay, you're safe. . ."
Peter choked, shooting a frantic look at Tony, who smiled cheekily back at him.
"Hey, Mom," Peter said, patting her back. "Don't cry, I'm perfectly fine."
"Of course you are, baby," she cooed.
Peter squirmed out of her embrace awkwardly. Once he did, he got a good at Pepper Stark. She was the kind of woman he would be damned if he screwed with.
Another girl walked towards him. Peter realized she must've been Harley's sister, Morgan Stark. She stopped in front of him and narrowed her eyes at him accusingly. "Your hair is shorter."
Peter was taken aback. "Should I have let it grow?"
She scoffed and walked away.
Pepper immediately wrapped an arm around him and tried to lead him to Harley's room.
She wasn't quick enough to hide the warning look Tony shot Morgan.
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Peter tried not to look too awkward in Harley's room. There was a bed that was too comfortable, with posters that were too expensive and toys that were too breakable.
Peter sighed, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. He didn't like his hair when it wasn't waving about. He normally had it shaggy and free, and he didn't like it when he had to strain to fiddle with it. "Hey, JARVIS?" Peter asked hesitantly.
Yes, Master Harley? JARVIS said quietly.
"What do you do?" Peter asked curiously.
I don't recall you being interested in me, Master Harley, JARVIS said, sounding, if possible, curious.
Peter tried to play it cool, in case Stark could overhear his conversations. "Well, you know how drugged up I was back then, JARV," he said, internally patting himself on the back at how regretful he sounded. "I never paid attention to things that interested me."
Well, that is certainly understandable, Harley, JARVIS replied, sounding oddly sympathetic for a robot.
"Can you play music?" Peter asked, smirking.
Of course I can, Master Harley, JARVIS said. Do you have any requests?
"Toxic," Peter said, smirking wider. If someone was watching, he would do his very best to make them uncomfortable. "The normal one."
Peter swayed when the iconic tune started playing. Peter wasn't too bothered that everyone thought he was gay for listening to Britney Spears, but he was bi so they weren't too off.
"Y'know, it wouldn't hurt to pretend to be more regretful," a voice snapped from behind him.
Peter whirled to see Morgan standing behind him. "Hey, sis," Peter said, grinning and strutting to her. "Remind me, are you older or younger than me?"
"I'm older than you. Two years," she said, frowning in disgust. Peter stopped caring what people thought about him a long time ago, so it didn't bother him.
"Dance with me, sis!" he said, twisting his hips to match the music. "With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride,"
"Harley, you left this place in ruins," Morgan snapped. "And this is what you do upon coming back?"
"No, this is what I do with my alone time," Peter said indignantly.
Morgan scoffed and walked out. "Yo, you homophobic?" Peter yelled at her retreating back.
She paused. "Are you gay?"
"Bi, actually," Peter said, shooting her a wink.
"I don't hate you because of that," Morgan muttered, walking out with a little less force.
Peter stared at her retreating back confusedly. What the hell did Harley do?
He would find out, soon enough. But, he would wish he didn't know.