The one that I'm writing rn bc i kinda feel like shit lmao
Harley put down his phone, aware that no matter what no one would answer him back. All of his real life friends didn't care- maybe Shuri did, but even then, Shuri had princess-y things to do. No time for little ol' Harley Keener- and he had tried to text Peter, ask if he could talk for awhile, but all his words came out wrong. They usually did. And he knew that he complained to his internet friends way too much to comfortably talk to them. Who's to say that they would even wnat to talk to him? Especially when all he was, was a sad stupid boy that had nothing going for him.
He glanced around. No sister in the lab. No Tony today, either. Just Harley. And the bots, but all of them were huddled in a corner and Harley didn't want to know why, if he was honest. It was like all the things that made him happy just made him feel so so so much worse. He just felt so much worse.
Worst of all he felt numb. He didn't know why he felt numb he just did. He felt like... like... like he was nothing. Probably beacuse he was nothing.
That was why he wasn't going to message anyone. Why he wouldnt ask for some sort of help. Because he was nothing. He was nothing. He was a no one who was going no where. He wasn't as smart as Peter, who he was pretty sure SI was going too. He wasn't as brilliant as Harry, who had so much life in him despite how shitty his life could be. He wasn't as awesome as Shuri, who was a fucking Princess. He wasn't anything. He wasn't anything because he was nothing.
He was nothing.
He went up stairs, grabbing the keys to a car.
Peter:
Hey have you heard from Harley?
Tony:
Did he not go to school today?
Peter:
No??? He's??? Not?? Here???
Tony:
Thats... not like him.
He loves school right?
Peter:
He's like the only person I've ever known who does
Is he at the tower then?
Tony:
Just checked with Friday
He just left... maybe he overslept?
Peter:
Probably lol
the guy like never sleeps
Tony:
You're right... text me when he gets there
Peter:
Okay
Harley took a tun out of New York city- the traffic not bad for a monday afternoon. Though he supposed it was a magical time between lunch rush and not lunch rush where no one was really out because everyone was required to be working. He dropped the top of the car, getting onto the high way. He needed out. His skin was burning and he needed out. He needed to get out of New York.
He put the petal to the gas and sped away from the towering city.
He didn't know where he was going or what he was doing, only sure that he had maybe four hundred dollars cash and a burner card. He left his phone in New York.
He just needed to get away.
He didn't know what he needed, but he knew he needed away.
Peter:
Hey Harley?
Peter:
Harley?
Peter:
Where are you dude?
Peter:
Schools almost out.. do you want me to come around with your makeup work?
Peter:
Harley?
Peter:
Helloooooo
Peter:
Harley you're worrying me.
Shuri:
yo petey boy told me u werent answering???
Shuri:
Harley??
Tony:
Harley?
Tony:
Kid?
Where are you going? The car has a tracker in it, and you're in Maine
Tony:
Where are you going?
Tony:
Kid?
Harley overlooked the cliff edge, the storm brewing on the other side of the ocean made the sky look darker than sunset.
He put the car in Park.
He walked out.
He kept walking.
He walked until the ground disappeared.