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“Flower, gleam and glow,” Harley sang softly, combing his fingers through Peter’s brown curls. “Let your power shine.”
Peter tilted his head into the touch, letting out a small sigh of content.
“Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine.”
Harley’s gaze strayed from the large holographic screen playing Tangled , which Tony had placed at an angle impossible for a normal television so they could watch comfortably from the hospital bed. (The man had all but jumped for joy when Peter had been coherent enough to request the movie.) He looked down at the boy he held in his arms, and was met with a pair of brown eyes looking back up at him. They were warm and clear, a reflection of the fact that Peter’s fever was completely gone now.
“Heal what has been hurt,” continued Harley, echoing Rapunzel’s words as she healed Flynn Rider’s hand. “Change the Fates’ design.”
He let the hand in Peter’s hair drop to his waist, using it to pull him just a little closer. The other he raised to cup Peter’s face, running his thumb across the other boy’s cheekbone. He frowned as he traced its prominent angles, proof of how much weight the other boy had lost in less than three days. A reminder of how close his body had come to destroying itself.
“Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.”
The thought was quickly chased away as Peter turned to kiss his palm.
The gesture made Harley’s heart ache in the best possible way.
“What once was mine.”
He bent down to press his own lips to Peter’s temple. It was going to be okay. Dr. Strange and Dr. Cho hadn’t said so yet - they were waiting on more blood tests, not wanting to get anyone’s hopes up until they had a new set of those unintelligible numbers and letters to analyze - but a part of Harley just knew.
The boy he loved was safe again, and as they settled in to watch the rest of the movie, he finally felt like he could breathe .