dam
Tony knocked on Harley’s bedroom door, but received no response. He knew they were in there though. So he pushed the handle down and opened the door slowly (and no, it didn’t creak because Tony damn Stark designed this damn tower) and faced a mountain of blankets with the hum of a tv show coming from beneath it.
He lifted the entrance to their fort and found them cuddled up in a plethora of pillows, their eyes flickering from the screen to Tony back to the screen, but not moving from their position with arms wrapped around each other. Tony couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them and it took him a moment to remember why he came to find them.
“Steve’s cooking, dinner’ll be ready in five minutes,” he said, already moving to the door so that they could be left alone, hearing the distracted “okay” and “mmhmm” in response that vibrated on Harley’s chest as he shut the door behind him.
He smirked all the way back to the common room and informed the others of the state he had found them in, earning a couple of “aww”s and a couple of disbelieving looks at how disgustingly adorable they were as a couple yet... not a couple. And Natasha, who smiled. No one bothered asking. She knew everything and they would see soon enough if it was important.
Five minutes later they came traipsing in while Bucky placed steaming plates in the middle of the table, and everyone took a seat. It started off with a few quiet conversations occurring, with Wanda praising Steve’s cooking and Sam and Bucky muttering insults at each other that weren’t actually that insulting (making Steve look half concerned and half amused at them) and Peter shovelled food into his mouth as if he was worried it would disappear. Natasha was glaring at Tony because she could see the scheming glint in his eye, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care because he spoke anyway.
Looking at Peter and Harley, he asked, “So. How was your date? Looked cozy.”
The table fell suddenly silent, all of them nervously turning to glance the teens’ reactions, practically holding their breaths in anticipation- and worry in Natasha and Wanda’s case, they said not to meddle damn it- as Tony continued to smirk at them teasingly. Did that man have no tact? The air was so thick you could cut the tension with a knife. But Harley didn’t even show any outwardly reaction, he just stopped and swivelled to face Peter.
“Was that a date? Are we dating?”
Harley’s voice held no joking or disgusted tone, only a questioning one, and it made Peter pause. He sifted through his memories with Harley (so, basically all of his memories lately) and all signs pointed to yes. They had literally just been cuddling, hadn’t they?
“Yeah,” Peter said simply, and Harley beamed at him, and Peter couldn’t help but beam right back at him as he watched the other boy’s eyes light up and mouth curl. And then they went right back to eating their pasta as if nothing had happened.
The avengers around the table blinked. What.
“Are you kidding me?!” Tony bursted out in exasperation, cutting through the silence that had settled again, slamming his fork down onto the table with a loud clang. “Just like that!? I’ve had to sit here and watch you two dance around each other for months and then you just say “yo are we dating” “sure”?? The most dramatic bitches I know and that’s all it took?”
Peter and Harley shrugged, giggling at the man’s anger and Bucky sighed. “Well it was definitely anti climactic,” he muttered, but you could tell he was actually really fucking pleased they finally got their heads out their asses and realised what was going on.
Harley whispered “uwu” quietly so that only Peter would hear before taking a bite of pasta, making the boy turn and smile at him halfway through chewing, his mouth closed but his cheeks puffed out. Harley laughed. He looked like a hamster.
“Stop it. I’m trying to eat. Stop being gross,” Sam complained, making Clint backhand his shoulder as if to say ‘shut up they’re cute.’
Natasha just shook her head fondly; she knew everything, but she didn’t know that was how it would go down.
Little did they know that the both of them were internally screeching for the rest of that dinner.
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Harley was totally disappointed that Peter had disappeared right after they finished eating. He knew he had other duties, but like, couldn’t spidermanning wait until after they talked- or well, maybe he didn’t want that much talking. He had waited far too long for this moment only for Petey to run off.
Okay, maybe that’s not fair, Karen had beeped on his watch and told him about a robbery, and Harley obviously knew that he had to go and wasn’t mad about it. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t sulk.
An hour later Spider-Man swung in through the window and Harley just wanted to slam him up against the wall and kiss him until he was dizzy. But he was petty, and if Peter was gonna make him wait, then Peter was gonna have to work for it.
“Hey Princess,” Peter said as he pulled off his mask, revealing messed up brown waves and those big doe eyes and okay damn it maybe this was going to be harder than planned. Not the only thing that was going to end up harder tha
“Hey,” Harley had to bite his tongue to physically stop one of the nicknames slipping out. Peter seemed to notice and cocked his head like a puppy, his first thoughts being hesitant and worried that Harley had changed his mind, that he didn’t like him, but then he saw that look in the other boy’s eyes again and he knew that wasn’t true. Hmm. Was he trying to get a reaction from him?
“How was patrol?”
Ah, so it was about him taking off. Peter bit back his smirk and inched closer to where Harley stood. “It was okay, I saved some bankers but I got a tough punch right to the stomach that winded me pretty badly.” (He had not.)
He saw Harley’s gaze flicker and his hand twitched a bit as if he was going to go rush up to him and check if he was okay, but he stopped himself. Peter noticed this and smirked a little, which made Harley squint calculatingly and wonder if he was telling the truth. (He wasn’t.)
“Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peel-ing.”
Harley scoffed. “That was a-paul-ing.”
Peter pouted sadly and took another step closer. “Do you generate electricity using water? Because dam,” he said, looking up and down at Harley, who had to turn away to mask his smile. He was trying to act indifferent, damn it.
Peter followed him as he started walking towards his room. “Are you from Tennessee? B-“
“Because I’m the only ten you see?” Harley said, looking over his shoulder briefly to raise his eyebrow at the terrible line before pushing his door open and making his way over to the bottle of water beside his bed so that he had something to do, something to distract him from laughing or looking at Petey’s cute face. He could see Peter deflate slightly from the corner of his eye after his reaction, but then he perked up and got an evil glint in his eye just as suddenly.
“If i were a gardener you’d be my hoe.”
Harley spat out his drink, spraying water everywhere and choking while Peter stood in the corner grinning like mad at succeeding in getting a reaction from Harley.
“You little shit,” Harley growled unseriously, stepping forward to jab his finger at Peter accusingly after wiping away some of the dribble on his chin, “I didn’t know you could be so blunt.”
“You were ignoring me,” Peter sulked with fake innocence, blinking up at him with sweet brown eyes through his eyelashes and Harley couldn’t take it anymore. He surged forward and grabbed Peter’s face in his hands, tilting his head and pressing his lips against Peter’s, who’s mouth curved into a small smile of victory before he returned the kiss, their lips moving in sync, Peter’s hands burying into Harley’s locks of hair. Harley’s hands snaked down to Peter’s waist, wrapping around him as if he never wanted to let go and he tried to communicate this by pouring his entire self into this kiss, passionate, hungry, truthful.
When they parted they opened their eyes after a moment and laughed softly. Harley’s hair was ruffled up, his lips swollen, Peter was breathless and blushing and they both thought fuck, I did that. It was the best feeling in the world.