The boy(s) who lived
Peter definitely felt better about the whole thing after Harley’s words and after he fell asleep, but sometimes he still had flashes of guilt and sadness that threatened to overwhelm him. Only, they never did, because Harley was always there. Harley could tell almost instantly whenever this happened as if they had made that telepathic communication device and he knew exactly how to comfort Peter when he needed it, or distract him.
The flirting thing he had decided to “step up” was actually a pretty good distraction, as it turned out, but lately Harley had been too focused on the actual flirting rather than Peter’s reactions, so he still didn’t know what the other boy felt. Whoops.
Currently, they were down in the lab, because after watching Harry Potter they felt the need to make the Invisibility Cloak (as you do). Surprisingly, the invisible part wasn’t actually the problem- they could easily use the retro reflective panels that were known to disappear giant SHIELD helicarriers to blend in their surroundings seamlessly. No, the problem was how they were meant to see through said cloak and not bump into every wall or table or door.
“I mean, we could just wing it, and if we were in real danger my Spidey-sense-“
“Peter tingle.”
“-would tell me? But then if we couldn’t see we’d be too noisy and then the avengers would know we were there.”
“Let’s just cut eye holes.”
“...eye holes.”
Harley held his gaze over the table where their cloak lay.
“Okay,” Peter agreed, and Harley beamed at him.
“Let’s do this, darlin.”
⎊
The four blinking eyes were almost imperceptible if Parley walked quietly enough- they had to get all their giggles out before they started their journey. They shuffled into the common room where most of the avengers were chilling out, a pair of bright blue eyes floating right next to honey brown ones (Harley had to bend down a little since he was a bit taller which was slightly uncomfortable but this was totally gonna be worth it). No one noticed.
Harley swiped Bruce’s drink off the table when no one was looking. Three minutes later, Peter and Harley had to put hands over each other’s mouths to stop them from laughing audibly at Bruce’s look of utter confusion.
“Did someone take my drink?” He asked, and when everyone turned to look at Bruce to reply Peter took this opportunity to steal Bucky’s book that he had put down on his lap.
Bucky screamed.
“Where’d my book go?!” He screeched over the team’s laughter.
“Aw, old man is already losing his memory, forgetting where you put your book down?” Sam snarked at him, and Bucky snarled.
“It was literally on my lap you buffoon,”
“You grandpa, you-“
But then Sam froze too, as the tv remote he was holding had disappeared from his hand and he hadn’t noticed while he had been waving his arms at Bucky.
“See?!”
It was getting more difficult to move around, because not only were they huddled together, they also now had to juggle holding the cloak over their heads, a drink, a book and a remote without letting anything slip with a clang to the floor. They walked round to the table and sat on it, surreptitiously placing all the items next to them. Wanda saw the returned objects first, her face looking alarmed, saying “Wha-“ and then she screamed at the floating eyes; everyone jumped and followed her gaze and screamed too. FRIDAY had the job of filming the entire team screeching like little children.
It was Tony who came to first, recognising the blinking blue and brown eyes and he started throwing things at them.
“Shitheads!”
“ITS SHI-THEAD!” They giggled at their reference that the angry man definitely did not get before prodding Tony in the side (who obviously couldn’t see it coming, and jerked to the side with a shriek) and running away to the elevator.
“Ah. Peter and Harley, our resident ghost.” Natasha smirked.
The team erupted. They were terrified that their own personal pranksters had the literal ability of being invisible, and utterly confused and terrified at how they did. Nothing could save them.