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He was in a room. In a bed.
But it wasn't his.
It's his room but not.
It's cold. He shouldn't be this cold.
'Where's my blanket,' he thought. 'I should have a blanket.'
Glass shatters in the other room and the boy whips his head up.
A man yells.
A chair gets thrown.
He screams more.
'Why is he here. He shouldn't be here. I should stop him. I can't though. Last time I did I almost died.'
"I told you to do the fucking dishes you stupid girl!"
"I'm sorry dad, I was at the rink and-"
"I DONT GIVE A SHIT! I told you to do something and you didn't do it! Some one has to show you that you can't go around this house and do whatever the hell you want!"
His belt whips.
Heavy footsteps follow as lighter ones back away.
No.
No please don't hurt her.
"No!"
He can't hear me.
"No!"
"No!" Harley awoke with a scream. Sweat dripping down his face and soaking the sheets.
Aurora came rushing through his room, clad in pajamas and tired eyes. She came over and sat in his bed, grabbing his shoulder to pull him into a hug.
"It's ok Har," she said, rocking her older brother back and forth, his tears soaking her shirt. "I've got you. It was just a dream. Your in your room in New York. You're not there anymore. You're in Broklyn with me. He's not here. I've got you."
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Peter saw the hickey. He wasn't too happy about it either.
This is stupid. I shouldn't be jealous. I don't even really like him like that. Ok I don't that much. Ok I might have a tiny little crush on him. Ok I have a crush on him. That still doesn't mean I'm jealous. I might be jealous.
Ok I like Harley Keener and I am fucking jealous.
Peter mentally groaned at the thought and tucked his hands inside his arms crossed on the desk. He should be listening to his teacher but clearly his teen angst was more important than what the governor in 1926 did.
"Hey Pete," Ned whispered, nudging his shoulder. "You still nervous about the party tonight cause you shouldn't be! It's gonna be awesome. Even though I can't go.... it'll still be super cool! Ms. Potts is gonna love it!"
"Thanks Ned," Peter lied. He guesses he is kind of nervous about the party but it's not at the front of his mind right now. "It sucks that you got to go to that play with your mom but we'll make it up to each other."
"Yea! We can do a Star Wars marathon! Oooohh we can get popcorn and candy and-"
"Hey two amigos," the teacher gestured to the two boys and Peter could hear some of his classmates giggle. "Pay attention. This may or may not be one the test coming up. Hint hint."
"Sorry," Ned replied.
"Yea yea yea get to it then."
Thirty minutes later when the bells rings, Peter is out the door in record time. Practically skipping to the parking lot, he makes his way over to his mentors car.
Mr. Stark decided to go for a more laid back back approach of transportation today. Well as laid back as an Audi can get.
He stood outside the door, cap over his eyes, that were also covered by his signature sunglasses. "Let's go kid, I gotta pick up the other nerd too."
"I was thought happy was gonna pick us up," Peter mentioned, stopping his over enthusiastic walking. "Why are you here instead? Not that I don't want you here! I'm happy you're here! I'm just confused is all. You know, you're a busy person why would you want to pickup some annoying teenagers."
"You talk too much kid. Just get in the car ok?" Tony then proceeded to hop into the divers seat, Peter taking his respected spot in the back.
On the way over to Harley's apartment in Brooklyn, peter and Ned texted each other about what they would do to make up for yet another weekend they couldn't spend with each other.
Ned: So I was thinking about watching them all backwards this time????
Peter: Yea that's cool with me. All I want to know is if your mom is going to make those cookies she made last time cause FUCK YES
Ned: I hope so too those were delicious
The conversation was interrupted when a notification popped up on his screen.
Harley: when r u gonna be here m8???? I wanna make a Dramatic ass entrance to get happy all riled up
Peter: Mr. Stark is bring us to the compound this time.
Harley: WHAT!1!1!1!
Harley: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS!1!
Harley: NOW IT HAS TO BE EVEN MORE EXTRA!1!1!1!
Harley: is flying in on a jet pack too much or not enough?
Peter: Probably don't do that.
Harley: :(((( you're no fun
Peter: You're right! I'm Peter!
Harley: Fuck you that was awful
Harley: no but how far are you
Peter : Like 15 minutes
Harley: okee text me when you are outside
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Harley rummaged through his sisters makeup to find something that was his shade.
Not because he needed it for his face.
No, he needed it for the hickey. You know. The hickey that he got from Andrew.
Two days ago.
He honestly thought that it wouldn't last this long. If it was just like a little red an irritated looking he could just say that he's been nervous for the party or something and he was scratching his neck.
But the thing is dark and purple and, much like Andrew, fucking huge.
So hence why he's looking for something that matches his skin and that will cover it up so that it's not as noticeable as it already is.
"What the hell are you doing Har?"
Fuck. That's his sister.
She was leaning agents the door frame, arms crossed over her chest.
"Um.... can you help me really super-dooper quick." He said behind the cabinet door. "I just got a tiny little problem.”
She walked towards him, graceful as ever. "Yea what's- holy shit Har where did you get that!"
She was kneeling next to him now, in the perfect view of the bruise on his neck.
"It's a hickey, it's fine, can you help me cover it up before my ride gets here?"
"Yea but you owe me one," she said, grabbing a thin tube, powder, and brushes.
"Yes yes of course."
The two were having a surprisingly heated argument about why Sidon is far more fuckable than the stupid bird in Zelda as Aurora helped Harley.
"Sidon is thick with three c's Rory."
"Doesn't make him hotter," she said, finishing up her 'paint job' on her brothers neck.
"It totally makes him hotter! I either want to mount him or him mount me cause fuck."
They were interrupted when Harley got a text from Peter, saying that he and Tony were pulling up to his building. "Fuck. Are you done? They're here."
"Yea I'm done." She put away all of her tools and Harley skipped out of the bathroom. "Have fun." Don't die!"
"I can't promise anything!"
The blond made his way to the car where Peter and Tony where parked outside and opened the door. "I'm here." He said.
"Ok. Let's get this show on the road shall we?" With that, the three drove off to Pepper Potts' surprise party.