mm it's been a hot minute since I updated haha oops

Also this chapter deals a lot with eating disorders/eating issues. Personally, I don't have an eating disorder but I do have issues with eating. It's not severe enough to be considered an eating disorder, and I don't want it to be. I'm writing from personal experience and it may not be entirely accurate to everyone's experience with eating disorders/problems.

TW: implied ed/eating difficulties

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Harley woke up to the sound of somebody crying. He sat up quickly, before his memory came back. He wasn't in bed with a stranger, which was good, but he was in bed with a sleeping boy.

Peter was crying in his sleep, thrashing around in the little nest Harley had made for him. The blond quickly got on top of him, pinning down his arms and legs to keep him from moving too much. He didn't want to have to see that bullet wound again if he could help it.

"Peter. Peter! Wake up!" Harley exclaimed. The smaller boy had beads of sweat on his forehead, head turning back and forth quickly. "Peter!" The brunette woke with a short scream, eyes wide and unfocused. "Hey, hey, you're ok, you're ok!"

"...Harls?" Peter whispered, voice frightened. His eyes were wide, staring at Harley.

"Yeah, darlin', it's me. You're safe." The smaller boy sighed, relaxing back into the bed, eyes closing. "Are you ok?" Peter opened his eyes again, looking up at Harley.

"I don't know..." He mumbled. A blush came across his cheeks, eyes darting to the side. "Can I have my arms back please?" Harley turned pink, getting off of the brunette.

"Right. Sorry, you, uh, you were moving a lot, and you're injured, I thought-"

"No, you did the right thing. Thank you," Peter looked to the side awkwardly. They sat in silence for a few moments, both not knowing what to do. Harley looked up, shrugging.

"You want something to eat? I'm kinda hungry." Peter sighed, a frown coming to the blond's face.

"Not really..."

"When was the last time you ate?" Harley questioned.

"Um... the dinner party..."

"Bullshit. You ran out before eating anything!" Peter opened his mouth to argue, but Harley cut him off. "Don't even try to lie to me. There weren't any leftovers, if that was going to be your excuse." The smaller boy huffed, crossing his arms. Harley frowned, sighing. "Why don't you want to eat?" Peter looked down at his lap nervously.

"I don't want to talk about it." The southern boy nodded.

"Alright. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." Peter nodded, not looking up. Harley frowned, making a run for the kitchen. He didn't entirely trust the smaller boy not to try something, so he was as quick as possible. About five minutes later, Harley was back, carrying two plates of food. Peter looked up, wrinkling his nose at the second plate.

"Harls..."

"Wait, just give it a chance, ok? For me?" Peter looked unsure, eyeing the plate nervously. "Look, I brought you a waffle. Just one. You don't have to eat it if you don't want, but I would really like it if you at least tried." He handed the plate to the brunette, the singular waffle on the plate feeling like the biggest obstacle to overcome.

Peter looked over to Harley, who had already dug into his food. The blond had a stack of waffles, which the smaller boy had to admit was helpful. Compared to Harley's three and a half waffles left, Peter's one waffle seemed just that much less intimidating.

He stared at the waffle, swallowing hard. He felt weak, unable to face a measly waffle. Harley finished his third waffle, starting in his fourth, while Peter had barely even touched his.

"Darlin'," the southern boy frowned. "Please just take a bite. Just one, and I'll leave you alone." Peter sighed, groaning. Harley was watching him closely, waiting patiently.

"If I take a bite, will you lay with me?" Peter negotiated. The blond smiled, nodding. "Ok..." He brought the waffle up to his face, the smell alone sending a wave of nausea through him. He took a quick bite, swallowing the bit of waffle. The brunette sighed, pushing the plate away. Harley was grinning, finishing his waffles and climbing into bed.

"Thank you, darlin'." He laid down beside Peter, the smaller boy pushing the blanket between them away and cuddling into Harley's side with a content sigh. The southern boy was mildly surprised, but definitely didn't fight it. Peter was curled, careful of his bullet wound.

"Mhm," the brunette mumbled, closing his eyes. Harley smiled gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Peter smiled, snuggling in closer.

"Sleep tight, darlin'," Harley whispered, wrapping an arm around the smaller boy carefully. He waited until Peter was letting out soft snores to close his eyes and fall asleep.

yeah that was short

But anyway I updated

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