Jealous

During The Events of Last Name Keener, First Name Harley

One Month until the Events of The Avengers Civil War

Three Months Before the events of Spider-Man Homecoming

Four Months Until the Incident

Three and a half Weeks Until Abbie’s Birthday

“I’m not jealous!”

Ned gave him a deadpan look, “Dude, you are literally pacing a hole in your floor with worry if he actually likes this boy.”

“Well,” Peter felt his face get hot, “Mark just- he just- he didn’t seem nice!”

“Dude.”

“I’m just saying."

“Peter,” Ned sighed, face palming, “Mark is the charity clubs vice president.”

“Clearly just a cover up?”

“Oh my god, Peter.”

“I-”

“Stop making excuses,” MJ called from her perch on Peter’s top Bunk, “You’re jealous, Peter.”

“I just think he’s fishy,” Peter huffed, plopping down onto his desk chair, “He just gave me off vibes. Like… Spidey sense vibes.”

“He did not.”

“It may as well have been!”

“He made you nervous,” MJ rolled her eyes, before Ned could say anything, “Because you, my dude, are threatened.”

Peter spluttered, spinning the chair to look at MJ, who was just sitting nonchalantly like she didn’t just say something that made no sense, “I am not threatened!”

“You kinda are,” Ned shrugged, taking apart a lego structure, “Dude, you’ve been on this rant since we got home and it's clearly all you’ve been thinking about, and you won’t shut up. You’re worried your place as Harley’s favorite piece of eye candy is threatened."

“Okay um,” Peter tried to think of all the things wrong with that statement and found way too many, “First of all I’m not Harley’s favorite everything. And second of all, it’s been like thirty minutes since we came home. And third, I’m not worried about anything except that Mark could be pulling something over on Harley.”

Because really that's what it was. It wasn’t him being attached and it wasn't him liking Harley. And it definitely wasn’t him being jealous! Harley had just been excited to go on a date with someone that wasn’t using him for access to an avenger, which Peter got. He remembered all the conversations he’d had with Harry Osborn- who he needed to update on his situation with Harley- about all the people who was only ever friends with him for money. But something about Mark made him nervous.

Mark just looked at Harley with this look in his eye, and Peter was not down for it.

Something about the way he looked Harley up and down made his blood boil and he was not about that life. Not that he could actually do anything about it. He couldn’t just go up to Harley and tell him that this boy was trash- he didn’t know Mark! He just had a bad feeling.

Bad feeling’s usually led to bad things especially when Peter felt like bad things were going to happen.

Ned spoke, breaking his rapid fire train of thought, “Dude it's been three hours since we got here.”

“What?” Peter blnked, “What do you mean three hours.”

“It's been three hours since you started ranting about this.”

“It has not,” MJ shot him a glare from over her book pages, “Okay so maybe it has.”

“Literally,” Ned looked up from his lego’s, “It's been three hours. Meaning its seven. Meaning their date just started. Calm down, we’ll hear how it goes tonight.”

“Or at least I will,” MJ put her book down, “If you’re done on your tirade, Ned rented The Princess Bride, and I wanna watch it.”

Ned grinned in anticipation, “I love that movie, so I’m down.”

Peter grumbled in agreement and got out his shitty laptop.

Best to just shove the feeling down.

Harley stormed into Peter’s room in a huff right as Buttercup agreed to marry Humperdink if he let Westely go, “The nerve!”

“Woah there,” MJ looked up from the screen, “What's got you in a tizzy.”

Harley climbed up on the bunk, huffing and slammed himself down his bed, “I hate boys!”

“Hey!” Ned protested, “I’m a boy!”

“Yes you are, Ned,” Harley pointed at him, not looking, “You’re a man, and not a boy though. Boys are fucking assholes, and you, Ned, are a real man.”

“I’m a real man!”

“Hey what about me?” Peter protested, standing up in a stretch, “I’m a boy and I’m nice.”

“Some-what.”

MJ paused the movie as Peter made an offended noise, “So you gonna tell us what’s up?”

Peter found himself wondering too. Harley had come in looking… really good. Loose shirt that showed off his collar bones. Jeans that looked a little… tight. But what was out of place was the red fluster on his cheeks that was more angry than the bright pink blush that coated his cheeks when he was actually flustered.

“Do you guys think I’m easy?”

“What?” Peter raised a brow, “Easy how?”

Ned gestured to Peter, “Yeah? Easy how?”

“Oh my god,” MJ, the only one of them with brains looked at Harley with wide eyes, “How did he do it?”

“He just tried to kiss me,” Harley seethed, sitting up and  looking at MJ with fiery eyes, “And then when I said I don’t kiss on the first date he was like ‘but you did for everyone else’ and I was like ‘No I fucking didn’t!’ and he was like ‘Common Stark, everyone knows your a huge slut-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Ned made a ‘T’ pose with his hands, “He did what?”

“He expected me to put out! On the first date!” Harley through his hands in the air, “I hate boys.”

Peter saw red. Mark just expected Harley to… to… to have sex with him?! Just because he had agreed to a date doesn’t mean that he was entitled for Harley to do literally anything with him. He clenched his fist, “That fucking asshole!”

The room went silent and everyone looked at him with wide eyes, as Peter realized how loudly he had said that, but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop talking, “You’re literally the most opposite thing of a slut I’ve ever met! No one is a slut! You’re a person! A fucking awesome person too, and if Mark fuck face can’t see that he’s fucking wrong!”

“Woah there, Parker,” Harley jumped off the bed, holding his hands up in an i surrender gesture, “Calm down, it's all right.”

Peter balked, looking at MJ and Ned who both just looked at him with eyes that read something he didn’t understand, but he wasn’t sure why they weren’t arguing with him, “No its not!”

“Uh,” Harley looked awkward, “It is, I promise?”

“It's not!” He threw his hands up in exasperation, “Listen! He can’t just treat you like that!”

“It’s okay,” Harley put a hand on Peter’s arm, and he wouldn’t deny, the feeling of Harley’s hand on his arm was a lot more calming than it had a right to be, “I’m really fine with it,” Harley tried to make a joke, “Besides I call myself a slut all the time… it's kinda funny.”

He finished off with a laugh before plopping down on the blanket pallet, “So, what are we watching? Princess Bride?”

And that's where that ended. And they all piled onto the floor, with a thick blanket to cover them, all hogging for warmth. Peter was still shaking with anger, but… Harley had chosen to lean onto him and not MJ. He didn’t know why that made him feel so mushy but he was kind of okay with it.

When he woke up several hours later, Harley’s head was in his lap, and his hand was tangled in Harley’s hair. He glanced around, to afraid to wake Harley up to actually move. MJ was crashed on his top bunk and Ned on his bottom. He looked back down at Harley.

Fast asleep was a good look for him. All soft breaths and fluttering eyelids. He looked almost angelic.

Peter didn’t understand the warm feeling rushing to his chest when he looked at Harley like this. He really didn’t. But he knew he liked it. A lot more than he liked the bitter feeling in his chest that thinking about Mike and Harley gave him.