Jealous

The events of Spider-Man Homecoming
One Month Until the Incident
One month Until Harley’s birthday
Moments after The Kiss With Spider-Man (Not Peter) ((But also still Peter)) (((Because Peter is Spider-Man)))

Harley kissed him.

The first thing that went through his mind was ‘Oh my god, Harley Keener is kissing me.’ He felt his eyes widened and he froze, not sure exactly how to respond to this. Harley Keener. Kissing him. He was so okay with this. He was so okay with Harley Keener kissing him- except it wasn’t him.

Harley Keener was kissing Spider-Man. Not Peter Parker.

But for a moment he just savored the moment, and he was about to kiss back, about to pull the mask up and kiss him deeper, but then- Harley pulled away, looking like a dejected puppy, “I’m sorry.”

Peter just stared at him, so Harley must have taken that as a sign that he wasn’t interested and continued with, “I just… I’m just confused. I’m just confused.”

Harley fled.

Peter pulled the mask off, blinking hard. Harley Keener had kissed him. Harley Keener had confessed to him and then kissed him. Harley- his Harley, his beautiful kind Harley, his smart clever Harley, his Harley- had kissed him. Except not his Harley, because Harley only kissed him because he was Spider-Man.

He just confessed that he liked Peter Parker and then he had kissed Spider-Man. He kissed Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. He felt a low burn in his throat. And what had Peter done? He hadn’t kissed back!

He felt like screaming, pulling the mask over his face, and swinging home. He needed to process this. He needed to process why he hadn’t kissed back.

Why the fuck didn’t he kiss back?! Harley was telling him how in love he was with his Peter and then Peter Parker, and he hadn’t even kissed back! He hadn’t even kissed back! He should have ripped the mask off and said he felt the same and did something! He should’ve done something!

He was so angry at himself. Nothing was going right, and what was worse, there was a burning feeling in his gut, one that made him feel like shit. He swung through his open window, slamming into the bunk bed, hurrying his face in his pillow and letting out a muffled scream of frustration.

“Uh dude,” Ned looked up from his desk, “Are you okay?”

“No!”

“Um,” Peter let out a groan and pulled his mask off, looking at Ned as he spoke, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“He kissed me.”

“Oh my god!” Ned grinned, “So he likes you back? That’s fantastic, Peter!”

Peter ran a hand across his face, wincing at the cut on his cheekbones, “He doesn’t like me! He likes Spider-Man! He confessed he likes me but then he kissed Spider-Man!”

“Dude, you are Spider-Man.”

“It’s not the same!” Peter rolled onto his back, looking up at his top bunk, “He likes me sure, but he obviously likes Spider-Man more! I mean- he kissed Spider-Man, and I messed everything up as Peter so it’s no surprise that he kissed Spider-Man and- and- and-”

“And you’re jealous,” Ned looked at him with wide eyes, “You are jealous. Of Spider-Man. And you’re Spider-Man.”

“It doesnt matter if I’m Spider-Man, because he doesn’t know that-”

“Oh my god-”

“And I’m not jealous I’m just- I’m just- I’m just-”

“Jealous!”

“Ned,” Peter whined, “I’m not jealous! I just feel… frustrated! I lost my chance and I lost it to Spider-Man I just- God I should have ripped my mask off and told him how I feel! I should’ve- I should have- I just- dammit!”

Ned sat on the bed, “Dude, calm down. You’re hurt, so calm down before you get any more hurt. Tell me what exactly happened from the top.”

“He confessed to me that he liked Peter Parker-”

“That’s good!”

“And then started going on a tirade about how Peter Parker hated him because of some bullshit reasons that don’t even make sense because he’s the best!”

“That’s… not good.”

“Yeah no duh,” Peter rolled his eyes, sitting up, “So I just- I just couldn’t let him think that. You should have heard him. He went from talking about how much he liked me, to saying that I clearly didn’t like him, and then he just- he stated insulting himself. He was calling himself a piece of shit, and he just, he thought I thought of him like that and I just had to tell him I didn't. So I told him everything.”

“And he kissed you.”

“And he kissed Spider-Man. He didn’t kiss Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker ditched him at a dance,” Ned reminded him of the biggest mistake of his life (™), “He didn’t have a chance to kiss Peter Parker.”

“I ditched him.”

“You ditched him.”

“And he kissed Spider-Man.”

“And he kissed you.”

“Spider-Man.”

“You are Spider-Man.”

“Then,” Peter groaned out, covering his face with a pillow, “Why do I feel so stupid and angry?”

‘Because you are stupid and angry?” Peter shot Ned a look he most definitely learnt from MJ, “Listen, Peter, I just think you feel stupid because you didn’t realize he liked you back, and you’re angry because you’re jealous. Of yourself.”

“Whatever.”

Peter stared up at the ceiling.

He was not jealous of himself. That was stupid. He was just… conflicted. Nervous. He was juts…. He didn’t know. He didn’t know.

He knew he didn’t like seeing Harley cry.