Peter POV

I was tired of being babied.

Yeah I get it, I got stabbed. Sure, people are concerned, but I'm so tired of being babied about it that I might scream. It's like they forget I'm a superhero, my job is to get hurt protecting people.

"Seriously Peter what where you thinking!?" Harley exclaimed, pacing, "you could have gotten killed!"

I already got this speech from Mr. Stark.... and May, and Steve and-

You get the point.

"Yeah but I didn't, I don't see the problem," I fire back.

"If you keep going at it like this you're going to get an injury you won't be able to recover from!" Harley threw his hands up in the air.

"I literally have enhanced healing. I'm the safest person out there!"

"Enhanced healing won't help if you act so reckless all the time!!" Harley stopped pacing and looked at me. "It's not that we're trying to "baby" you it's that we care about you,"

"I don't remember asking you to do that," I snap.

I knew I was being unfair, I knew that it wasn't fair to take my anger out on Harley but I was just so frustrated.

"Pete-,"

"I'm going to the lab," I cut him off storming out of the room.

Harley POV

I let out a sigh as I heard the door slam. Peter had a point, the rest of the avengers where babying him just a bit. Still, I was expressing a genuine concern and I feel like he was just blowing me off. I understand why he was upset but I didn't really do anything to illicit that reaction. Plus I'm his god damn boyfriend, so of course I care about him.

Groaning in frustration, I exit our room and head for the kitchen.

"Hey Steve," I said walking into the kitchen, "would you mind clearing out for a bit?"

"Umm, I'm cooking dinner?" He seemed confused by my want for him to leave, I shrug and take over making the spaghetti sauce that was on the burner.

"I'll finish it up. Trust me, I really need this right now,"

"Umm....ok?"

"Steeeeeveeeee, I was looking forward to a non burnt dinner," I heard Clint wine from the kitchen island.

"Oh shut up before I throw a spatula at ya'," I threaten, walking over to the spice and herb cabinet, grabbing what I wanted then walking back to the stove.

"What are you adding?" Steve asked, looking over my shoulder a bit.

"Just some spices, it'll enhance the natural flavors and give them an extra kick," I mix in what I want then turn off the stove, "did you already strain the noodles?"

"Yeah, their in the sink," Steve said pointing.

"Rookie mistake, they'll get cold," I say, walking to the cabinet I pull out ten plates, one for Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Bucky, Wanda, Pietro , Pepper, Bruce and Peter, obviously he never eats enough.

Setting the plates down on the counter, I pull out a pair of tonges and the heavy strainer of noodles and dish up each plate. Once I'm done with that I put sauce on them and hand them out to everyone who's in the room.

"Holy wow kid, this is actually really good," Bucky exclaimed.

"Well, mama didn't raise no shit cook," I say, getting bags of flour out of the cabinets "can someone make sure Peter eats please? Tell him it's from Steve, I doubt he'd eat it if he knew it was from me right now."

Third Person POV

The six in the room, Natasha, Clint, Pietro , Bucky, Steve, and Pepper seemed to collectively understand what was going on.

'He's a stress baker,' they all realized with surprise, Harley didn't really seem like the type to stress bake.

It weirdly made perfect sense.

"I'll bring it down to him," Pepper said, picking up a plate and walking to the elevator.

"So, did you and Peter get into a fight?" Pietro asked.

Harleys shoulders slumped slightly as he let out a sigh, arms full of mixing bowls, measuring cups and other baking things.

"Yeah,"

"Wanna talk about it?" Clint asked with a newfound interest in the conversation.

"He's mad at y'all babying him," he was now mixing flour into a bowl, "he's not exactly wrong. Y'all baby him a lot, ya forget he was a superhero before ya new him. He also has enhanced healing, so if he wasn't so damn reckless he would arguably be fine out there. But at the same time I'm aloud to care about him and be upset that he has no sense of self preservation,"

The room was silent for a minute.

"You make some good points," Clint said.

"Yeah, it's just- we've never really fought before and it's stressing me out,"

The elevator dinged and a dejected Pepper walked in.

"He didn't eat it, did he?" Harley asked, already knowing the answer.

Pepper shook her head.

"He thought it was a pity meal from Steve, so I told him it was from you and he still refused. I left it down there though,"

"Thank ya', I'm sure he'll come around," Harley said mostly to assure himself.

"Anyone wanna tell me what happened?" Pietro asked as they all watched Harley work with fascination.

"Peter is mad that everyone is babying him and when Harley was trying to actually express something to him Peter snapped at him and basically said "I never asked you to care" and stormed off so now Harleys stressed over it," Clint explained.

"Harley didn't say all of that," Pietro rolled his eyes before they widened. "Clint. Barton. Tell me you where not spying on them!"

"Not on propose I swear, I was in the vents when I heard angry sounding talking," Clint said, Pietro flicked his head.

"So, are we just gonna let this happen?" Bucky asked.

"We need to let them sort this out on there own," Steve said in a firm voice, "like Harley said, I'm sure Peter will come around. Their a strong couple, how bad could this be,"

~Time Skip ~

"Should- Should we stop him?" Clint asked, leaning over to his boyfriend, "it's been seven hours,"

That much was true, Harley took over for Steve at 6:00pm, it was currently 1:03 am and Harley was still going strong. It helped that the Kitchen had about 6 ovens and 8 burners, so he could multi-bake. He was, however running out of counter space.

"I know Steve said not to, but I think it's time to throw in the towel," Pietro said, getting up and stretching.

"You talk to Peter, I'll try and get Harley to go to bed," Clint said, also standing up from the couch.

Peter POV

"Ugh why won't this work!!" I yell out in frustration, throwing the hammer in my hand at the wall. It wasn't strong enough to go through, but it definitely left a dent.

I was frustrated, frustrated at myself frustrated at Mr. Stark and Aunt May, frustrated that I snapped at Harley like that.

"Am I interrupting something?"

I look towards the elevator and see Pietro walking into the lab.

"No," I said pinching the bridge of my nose, "but if Harley sent you I just wanna be left alone,"

"I sent myself here to talk to you. Peter he's stressed the fuck out over this,"

I burry my head into my hands and sigh loudly.

"I know, god damnit! I'm just so sick of constantly being treated like a child,"

"Peter," He spoke with a calm voice, "Did Harley himself actually do anything to make you feel that way? Or are you just frustrated with other people,"

"I-,"

"And before you say he was babying you put yourself in his shoes for a minute. Imagine Harley coming home almost once a week with a new stab wound, then when you try to talk to him about it he basically tells you that "he didn't ask you to care," and then stomps off,"

I look down in shame. Of course he's worried. I can't belive I never really thought of how this was affecting Harley personally. Then I went off sulking about it.

God I'm a horrible boyfriend.

"Shit you're right, where is he?"

"In the kitchen, where he has been for the past seven hours. He has made four dozen cookies, cupcakes, brownies and scones, a three teir cake, like five different types of bread and a shit ton of crepes and other things,"

"What? How is that possible?" I question and we quickly walk into the elevator.

"I don't, but the fact that we have like six different ovens probably helps,"

With that I impatiently wait for us to arrive to the pent house, as soon as the doors open I rush into the room.

Oh

Wow

He was not exaggerating, there was no counter space left for anything. It was covered in baked goods. How the actual hell he made all of this I don't know.

"Harley,"

He paused what he was doing before continuing.

"Peter,"

Ouch, that hurt, not that I didn't deserve that. Usually it's Darlin or Sweetheart, so he must be mad at me.

"Look I'm sorry,"

He stopped what he was doing and turned to me. He looked really tired and disheveled which made me feel even worse for making him get like that.

"I- I was mad, but I shouldn't have taken that out on you and I never should have said what I said. I never stopped to consider what all this is like for you. You where trying to talk about something that bothers you and I blew you off because I was mad. I'm really really sorry,"

"Oh Pete," he said walking over and pulling me into a hug, "it's alright. I understand that you're upset with the others but I'm your boyfriend, it's literally my job to care about you, ok?"

"Yeah I get that now, I'll try and be more careful I promise,"

"Thank ya Darlin'," he said, pulling back from the hug and kissing my forehead.

"Let's go to bed," I say, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen.

"Yeah ok," he said, letting me drag him along.

Once we get to our room I practically fling myself into bed, then look at him waiting for him to join. Once he did and we got situated we lay there in silence.

"Your spaghetti was really good," I spoke after a couple minutes.

"I didn't think you ate it,"

"I did, I was just being stupid," I sigh, "I feel like the worst boyfriend ever,"

"Why?" Harley asked sounding genuinely confused.

"Because I never even stopped to think what this was like for you, and the fact that I lashed out at you when you did nothing wrong is so stupid!"

"Darlin' everyone has bad days, that's just how it works. I'm sure I'll do just what you did someday and feel just as bad about it. We're both human we can't be perfect all that time." He spoke softly, brushing the hair out of my eyes before continuing, "Just because you had a bad moment doesn't mean that you're a bad boyfriend."

"But I-"

Harley cut me off with a kiss, which I relax into instantly.

"Don't beat yourself up about this. Ok? The most important thing is that we're there for each other, even if we get like that,"

Extra:

Peter woke up snuggled into his warm boyfriend. He felt a surge of guilt but quickly pushed it down.

Crawling out of bed, careful not to wake up Harley, he made his way into the main room.

"What the actual fuck?"

Tony had been working all night in his lab and walked in to see his glorious kitchen covered with baked goods.

"Harley happened," Peter said, walking up to the counter and picking up a croissant roll. Bitting into it, he realized it had chocolate filling.

"What?" Tony looked beyond confused.

Peter was going to respond when he felt a body being draped over him.

"Good morning Harley,"

"Too early," Was all he said, burying his face into Peter shoulder.

"Harles it's noon," Peter chuckled poking him.

"My statement still stands,"

"Ok," Peter said spinning to face Harley, "then let's go back to bed,".

And with that the couple walked out of the room. Leaving an even more confused Tony

"What the fuck?