Think 'bout it Love, Why Arent We Dating?
This is my take on the "oh, now that I think about we're totally dating" trope so plz enjoy
3.6k words sorry bout the short chapter
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"This can not be happening right now," Peter groaned, slamming his head into the bus seat in front of him. Of all the thing that could be happening today, this?? A field trip to his second home?? And Mr. Stark has the audacity to not tell him (and there was no doubt in his mind that he was the one who organized this). Not only that, but there's no way May wasn't in on this too. Not no mention that neither Ned or MJ is in this class, so he was totally fucked and he had no moral support.
Not to mention tired, like, he-was-out-patrolling-til-an-hour-ago tired.
"Yo Parker!"
Peter internally groaned, of course Brad had to be in this class, like it wasn't bad enough that Flash was here too. He tired to ignore them, he really did, but they kept pestering him.
He gave in with a sigh turning in his seat to face the annoyance.
"What do you want?"
Both Brad and Flash grinned.
"Can't wait to see your lie get exposed, maybe then MJ will finally see how much of a loser you are,"Brad remarked with a grin. Truly, the sheer amount of stupidity on this bus was stifling (Peter spared a thought that maybe he was being rude, but he didn't really care) because him and MJ weren't together. They went on one date and decided that any feelings they held for each other where strictly platonic. Harley was a thought that crossed Peters mind, but he quickly shoved that to the side. His relationship with Harley was a weird one, and he certainly wasn't going to start questioning it now. Better to just let it run it's course.
"Oi! Parker! We're talking to you!" Flash snapped. He moved to the seat across the aisle from him, ignoring the bus drivers protest in the process. "How are you gonna fake your way through your internship now that where going to Stark Industry's?"
Peter was heavily considering throwing himself out of the bus, when the voice of Mr. Harrington cut in.
"Boys! There better not be a problem back there!"
Flash quickly yelled back up, assuring the teacher that they where just "messing around".
"Good," The teacher adjusted his glasses, "While I have your attention, Peter, I would like to talk with you please."
Letting out a dejected sigh, he made his way to the front of the bus. The could hear whispers, but pointedly chose to ignore them. Flash's comment about how "Penis Parker was about to get booted from the trip" couldn't be tuned out. Peter was, however, thankful for the glare Mr. Harrington sent back to the boy in question. Peter sat down at the seat across from him.
"So Peter, about our trip to S.I." Mr. Harrington started.
"If it's about my internship, I've shown you the papers and everything! It's really I'm not just making it up!!" Peter jumped to the defense. Yet his teacher raised his hands in defense, assuring Peter that he knows of his internship and that he knows that is legitimate.
"Since you've already seen most of what we will," Mr. Harrington spoke to Peter in a hushed tone, "If you want to slip away to work, that's fine with me, just make sure that your back at the bus by three o'clock,"
Peter felt himself relax a little. At least Mr. Harrington asked for proof of his internship before taking a side in the "is Peter lying" topic. Peter heavily considered his offer, but doubted that Mr. Stark would let him run off in the tower when his class was there.
"Thank you for the offer, but I doubt to- I mean, my boss will let me work when I'm on a class trip,"
Mr. Harrington nodded, then sent him back to his seat. Seeing that they where a good ten minutes from the tower, he decided to see if Ned and MJ had any ideas as to how he could avoid his impending doom.
The three musketeers:
Bider-Man: Guys help
GuyInTheChair: Whats wrong?
MyFriendsCallMeMJ:What do you want nerd
Bider-Man: Wow MJ I'm surprised you responded
MyFriendsCallMeMJ: Yeah well the meeting ran short so I have some time. Now answer the question.
Bider-Man:I'm on a field trip
MyFriendsCallMeMJ: Oh no
GuyInTheChair:Lucky
Bider-Man: That's not even the worse part.
The trip is to Stark Tower
I'm so fucked
GuyInTheChair: *laughing emojis*
Bider-Man: Really Ned, not helpful.
GuyInTheChair: Oh my gosh I wish I was there to see how Stark plans on embarrassing you.
Binder-man: trader
GuyInTheChair: MJ you've been real quite.
MyFriendsCallMeMJ: I asked Pepper if she knew about Peters trip.
GuyInTheChair: And?
MyFriendsCallMeMJ: Stark is on the phone with a very angry CEO
Like very angry.
She said that "if they misbehave hell fire shall rain down" so I think your ok.
Bider-Man: well that's slightly comforting. But I'm more concerned about Flash and Brad.
GuyInTheChair: LMAOOOO their gonna get obliterated.
Bider-Man: Not funny Ned
MyFriendsCallMeMJ: Don't worry, they'll just get picked apart psychologically
Bider-Man: MJ your not helping
MyFriendsCallMeMJ: I try
The bus coming to a grinding halt caused Peter to glance around.they've arrived. He wasn't ready to die yet.As all the students rushed off the bus, his phone vibrated.
1 New Message:
Pepper Potts: I had a talk with Tony about behaving, please try and enjoy your trip :)
Peter smiled as he stepped off the bus, maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he was expecting.
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From: MJ
To: Ned
MJ: Should I tell him that I could hear Harley laughing maniacally in the background?
Ned: No. His boyfriend, his problem.
MJ: Your a horrible friend
Ned: I don't see you telling him anything
MJ: Fair point I suppose
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As the students piled into the lobby, Peter felt a small tingling. Like his spidey sense was trying to warn him of something. He chalked it up to nerves. Looking around, he didn't notice anything out of the norm. Linda and Jenifer where working the front desk, like they do week day mornings. The lobby wasn't on fire, and there was a suspicious lack of trip wires.
Their tour guide was a girl named Amanda, she wasn't shy per day, but she was very quite. Not one to be loud unless she needed to be. She did, however, know how to command a room. She was very stern and a people listened to her, so she made since as the tour guide. Still, it was a bit questionable that she was here, he didn't remember her doing tours.
When her eyes fell on Peter, she didn't act surprised or anything. She simply gave him a nod and looked down at her Stark Pad.
"Alright everyone," At the sound of Amanda's voice, the whole class quieted down, "There was a last minute change, so I'll be your tour guide for today. Before we have any questions, I'll be handing out your identification badges. Please make sure to keep these visible at all time, if you lose it, you will be escorted out of the building." When Peter looked around, a lot of his classmates looked nervous. A bunch of high schools with a small object they weren't supposed to lose? Yeah, it was bound to happen to someone. Admittedly, Peter would've been nervous too, but not only had he done a stand up job of keeping his badge safe, F.R.I.D.A.Y also recognizes his biometrics, so he didn't even really need the badge.
She set off, efficiently making her way around the group as she Explained the badge levels and how they worked. Everyone looked absolutely enthralled by what she was saying, trying to absorb every bit of information.
When Amanda got to Peter, she simply smiled at him, then moved into the next person. S.I had a very strict no reprints policy, and even if they didn't, Mr. Stark wouldn't have let her give him one.
She made her way back to the front of the group and addressed them.
"Alrighty everyone, if you can line up single file we can-,"
Peter felt a presents behind him, it wasn't overtly weird that his spidey sense didn't go off, several people could sneak up on him. He beirfely wondered who it was, then a familiar weight fell across his shoulders.
Only one person did that.
"I'm hurt," Harley pretended to pout, draping himself over Peter, "first you didn't stop by yesterday, then you don't even tell me that your coming here?! Do you not love me anymore?"
Peter wanted the ground to swallow him, of course Harley had to be his usual, over dramatic self. Now the entire group was staring at them.
Peter decided that he should just roll with it at this point.
"Harley, you know I don't come in on Wednesday. Also I do love you, but don't even try to pretend that you didn't know this was happening,"
Harley let out an over dramatic sigh.
"Guilty, but am I not allowed to miss my favorite person in the world?"
"Not when you only want to embarrass me," Peter bopped his nose, a gesture that was normal between the two, but left his class gapping, "Now get off or lose your cuddling privileges for the day,"
It was supper affective, Harley quickly backed off, easing his hands in surrender as Peter turned to face him.
"Fine! Ya don't have to be so mean about it" Harley pouted. No matter how often he did it, Peter alway thought Harley looked so cute when he did it, it was almost enough to make him feel bad.
Almost.
"Well it worked didn't it?"
"I-"
Amanda loudly cleared her throat, regaining the groups attention.
"Not that I don't love listening to you love birds, I do have a tour to run. Save it for later yeah?"
Peter and Harley quickly apologized and toned it down, allowing Amanda to regain everyone's attention.
"Pete, Peteyyyyyy! Pst, Peter!" Harley whisper yelled. Peter let out a sigh.
"Harley I'm supposed to be listening,"
"Yeah, but you know all these rules by heart and I want attention,"
"You are an attention whore,"
"Yeah but only when it's you,"
Peter stubbornly ignored the way his heart fluttered.
"Besides," Harley continued, wrapping an arm around Peters waist, "I know it's a two way street sweetie, you can't lie to me,"
Peter couldn't even pretend to deny that, so he shrugged and allowed himself to sling an arm over Harleys shoulders.
Harley seemed content enough with that, and allowed Peter to tune back into the Amanda, who was now guiding Flash through the scanning gate.
"Eugene Flash Thompson. Guest level: Violet one. Enjoy your tour," F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice rang out, startling the class. While F.R.I.D.A.Y was widely know for her advanced system, it was still a shock to hear her voice for the first time.
Flash looked somehow cocky as Brad followed his lead, the level identical to Flash's. The rest of the class went through without a hitch, leaving only Peter and Harley on the other side of the gate.
"By all means," Peter could feel Harleys shit-eating grin, "after you Darlin'"
As Peter stepped into the gate, he realized a second too late that he didn't have his badge with him. Luckily, he knew F.R.I.D.A.Y wasn't a heartless monster and wouldn't set off the alarm on him.
"Mini Boss, Please refrain from using this scanner when you don't have your badge, the bio-scanner exists for a reason"
Peter takes it back, F.R.I.D.A.Y is the worst.
"I know," Peter responded, trying to ignore his classmates stares, "I'm sorry,"
"Acceptable. Also," she continued way louder than was necessary, like she was making sure his class could hear, "Boss would like to remind you that you left your Lightning McQueen onies-"
"F.R.I.D.A.Y mute!!" He shouted.
A cold, heartless monster. That's what F.R.I.D.A.Y is.
He tried to ignore Harleys cackling in the background as he quickly scrambled to meet his class. Who seemed to have an abundance of questions for him. His suspension was only confirmed when the entire class started at him all at once.
"Peter you know-,"
"How does-,"
"Lighting McQueen-"
The question where all shouted at him, until a loud, extremely exaggerated scoff caused them all to taper off.
All eyes turned towards the source of the noise, which, surprise surprise, came from Brad.
"You guys are seriously stupid," he rolled his eyes so hard Peter was kinda suprised his eyes didn't get stuck back there, "it's clear that he and that other guy hacked the A.I."
"You hear that Petey babe?" As if in question Harley frappes himself across Peters shoulders once again, "he thinks we're smart enough to hack Fri," He smirked up at Brad, or at least Peter assumes he did, because he expects nothing less of the p(r)etty southern boy. "Color me flattered,"
Brad clearly wasn't expecting a response if the way he froze was anything to go by.
"I- I never said that-,"
"You certainly must not think the worlds most advanced A.I is easily hacked," Harley pressed, not giving him any time to collect his thoughts. This is probably Pepper loves it when Harley works with her. Not the Peter doesn't because that means he gets to see Harley in a suit and damn, that should be illegal.
Brad spluttered, but Harley didn't let up.
"After all, this is S.I. The one and only Stark Industries, a company that had made world changing advancements in technology. Something that could be hacked by some run of the mill teens would never fly. Especially when designed by the Tony Stark."
As Brad struggled, Flash decided it was his turn to tap in.
"Clearly Peter is smart, that's not really saying much though. You'll both be caught within the hour and banned from the tower," Flash stated with confidence, almost like a challenge.
One Harley took in stride.
"Ya think so huh?" Peter really wished the floor would just swallow him whole, "If your so sure, how about a little wager?"
Flash got an evil glint in his eye.
"Alright, what do you want?"
If Harley was at all nervous, he certainly didn't show it. In fact, if Peter had to guess he was sporting an evil glint of his own.
"When we get through this tour, and my lovely little arachnid here gets proven innocent," Peter once again ignored the way his heart skipped several beats at the nickname, "I'm going to need a two page essay on how sorry you are for slandering Peters good name, as well as an admittance to the fact that you are, in fact, an immature, micropeined brat that-,"
"Harley!" Peter interjected quickly, "there's no need for tha-"
"I accept," Flash stated, cutting Peter off, "If I win, which I will, you have to break up with Parker and go in a date with me instead,"
Peter relied back in suprise.
"We're not-,"
Peter was cut off by the familiar weight of Harleys had covering his mouth. He had to physically stop himself from licking it on instinct.
"Ya got yourself a deal,"
This was somehow going worse than expected. Peter had low standards to being with, the bar was on the floor. Yet, some how, this trip just kept lowering it.
"Old man," Harley turned up to the ceiling, panic shot through Peter "I know that your listening in, why don't you come down an clear the air?"
Peter flat out bit Harleys hand, but the damage was already done.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y Cancle!!" Peter shouted in desperation, hoping against all odds that maybe that would work.
Spoiler: it didn't.
"Boss is already on his way down, he says to meet him in R&D lab three,"
"Fuck,"
"Language hun,"
"O-k," Amanda cut in, regaining everyone's attention, "Well everyone, we were going to start at the Avengers Museum, but looks like we're going to R&D lab three. This way please,"
Amanda herded the group into the elevator, once everyone was in, the elevator started its accent. It was painfully quiet, till Betty spoke up.
"So Peter, you long have you two been together?"
"Oh," Peter chuckled lightly, blushing at the implication, "we aren't dating,"
Everyone seemed shocked by that.
"Why not?" Cindy asked, pushing her way to the front of the crowd.
"I-um." Peter struggled to find an answer to that, mainly due to the attention on him, "Harley help me out here,"
Harley looked up from his phone, resting his chin on Peter shoulder.
"What was the question?"
"Why aren't you two dating?" Cindy repeated.
Harley was quiet for a moment.
"Beats me," Peter could feel him shrug, turning his attention back to his phone.
"I- Harley!!" Peter exclaimed.
"What?"
"What do you mean "beats me"?"
"I mean think 'bout it love, why aren't we dating?"
"Because you don't see me that way??" Peter said in confusion
"Incorrect. Try again,"
"I-wait really?"
"Yeah no I've been into ya pretty much since we met,"
"Huh, same,"
"Oh? Really?"
"Yeah,"
"Cool,"
"Cool,"
"So does like, this make us like, a thing now,"
"I'd like that sugar,"
"Cool,"
"What in the actual fuck did we just witness?" Abe's voice cut through the intimate moment the two boys where having. Peter flushed, forgetting that they had an audience.
"I think it was a confession?" Samantha piped up from the back.
"To be completely honest I had no idea you two weren't together," Amanda admitted, scrolling through her Stark pad.
"Oh my god I'm going to kill myself," Peter groaned trying to hide his face behind Harleys head.
"Awe come on darlin' it ain't that bad," Harley chuckled, abandoning his phone in favor of wrapping his arms around Peters waist.
"Harley I have to go to school with these people," The brown haired boy complained.
"So?"
Right as Peter was about to respond the elevator door slid open. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he sped out of the elevator.
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.
.
.
Right into Tony Stark.
Fuck his life, honestly, he was so done with this shit that he just stayed there, not bothering to move as he could feel his classmates gauking at him.
"Wow kid, I didn't think you'd wear out this quickly," Tony said, patting Peter on the back, "I still have so much in store for you,"
"I swear to god if MJ wouldn't kill me id jump off the roof," Peter mumbled into his mentors shoulder, pointedly ignoring his laugh.
"Wait? So you actually know Parker????"
Peter could feel the hostility radiating off his father-figure-boss-whatever, so he forced himself to move into the arms of his loving, now boyfriend. Suddenly, Peter was kinda happy he tagged along.
"Yeah, I know Peter. What of it?" Tony asked, not really liking either of the teens that insisted on harassing Peter, but reminded himself that it would be an absolute PR nightmare if he throttled these kids, and that's a lot of effort.
"Seriously????" Brad asked incredulously, "of all people? Parker?"
"Yes," Tony drawled it out, nodding his head in a condescending, exaggerated motion. "What of it? Do you have a problem with my personal intern?"
Tony and Harley alike drank up the pairs faces when the weight of Tony's words hit there ears.
"P-personal....intern?" Flash questioned, almost in a stupor.
"Yep," Tony's tone morphed from condescending to absolute pride, "picked him up off the street myself, I knew the kid had potential, but he totally blew me away. He's come so far, and I couldn't be prouder of him," Tony walked over and ruffed Peters hair, "especially now that he finally realized that he and Harley are dating,"
"Oh my god," Peter groaned, burying his head in Harleys shoulder, "Did everyone think that we where dating."
He felt Harley chuckle.
"If ya think about it hun, it's more like we're the last ones to realize."
"I'm pretty sure that's not how it works" Peter grumbled, voice muffled due to Harleys jacket.
"In this case it is," Tony jumped in, "you guys act so much like a married couple sometimes it puts Stephen and I to shame,"
"Wh-no we don't!!" Peter protested, face flushed heavily and looked up to Harley for support. "Harley tell him,"
"Look darlin', I love ya, but we didn't know we where dating when we literally share a room with one bed. At this point I'm just roll in' with the punches,"
Peter let out a long sigh
"Fine" he relented, retreating back into Harleys warm embrace "fine, fine, whatever, I'm too tired to care."
He could feel the hum that reverberated in Harleys chest as he engulfed Peter. He was always super warm, but now it was somehow even more comforting.
"Alright," a loud clap from Tony redrew his attention, "I had an entire plan to embarrass you, but seeing as you already did a stellar job of that, I'll let you off the hook. Go take a nap kid, you had a long night."
Peter let out a hum of agreement before dragging Harley back to the elevator, ignoring everyone and everything except Harley, and the promise of sleep.
And if he was going to be the talk of the school tomorrow, he didn't have it in him to care.
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Ha ha, heeeeey
So, I'm alive, sadly, but it's chill cuz I'm back. Sorry for the short update I'll try to work my way up to longer chapters soon :)
Yeah I hope y'all's enjoy cuz this chapter is not a vibe, like not my worst work but definitely not the best.
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