Parley Oneshots

Online Class

A/N so I know I haven't updated in forever, I don't have an excuse I just couldn't be fucked not gonna lie lmao

Anyways here's this one

TW: idk none ig we'll see where it goes

Harley is famous and has been revealed to the world as Iron Lad and one of the heirs to Stark Industries.

Peter is Tony's bio son, and both of them live at the tower, though his status as Tony's son is not public.

Peter POV.

"Alright! I'm on a Zoom call with my class now, please don't make any noise everyone! Looking at you, Clint," I sent a glare at the Birdman as I opened my laptop, and walked into my and Harley's room and shutting the door behind me.

I plugged in my earphones and opened up the Zoom, starting to see the faces of my fellow classmates pop up on the screen.

"Ew, who invited him?"

Flash's comment didn't bother me in the slightest, and I just turned my camera off and started playing with my Rubix cube.

Mr. Harrington went on about differential equations as I scrambled my cube again, having just finished solving it.

"Peter, can you please give us the answer for number 6?" Mr. Harrington asked, and I unmuted myself to answer and placed my scrambled cube next to my laptop's mouse.

Only I didn't realise that the corner of the cube had decided to click the mouse button as the cursor hovered over the Camera On/Off button, and I was now in full view for the class.

I finished answering, getting a "Well done, did everybody get that answer?" In response.

Then I kinda forgot to mute myself again.

That's when Harley's beautiful goofy head popped up from under the duvet on the bed behind me, where I hadn't even noticed he'd been sleeping in nothing but grey sweatpants.

I took my earphones out, smiling lovingly at him and getting bored of my teacher's voice.

The class began talking and shouting all at once, asking questions and demanding answers, but of course I couldn't hear them, and I wasn't looking their way.

I spun around in my spinny-chair to face the newly-woken angel.

"Morning Harls, how long have you been here?" I let out a small laugh.

Harley rubbed his eyes adorably, ignoring my question. "Online class I'm guessing?"

I smiled softly and nodded at him; a little busy looking at his perfectly messy bed-hair, where one side of his head had his blonde hair smooshed flat against his scalp where he had been lying on it.

Harley crawled to the end of the bed where he lay on his stomach, elbows perched on the edge of the mattress and his chin resting on his hands.

"How long's left on your class?" He asked, staring into my eyes like he was trying to ask me an entirely different question.

I gave him a shy smirk, answering "Shouldn't be too long, but I already know all the stuff anyway, dad taught me this when I was 12."

Third Person POV.

In the Zoom class, people were baffled, to say the least. Flash was insisting that it's not actually Harley Keener, and instead a 'Homeless man who took pity on Peter because he was such a loser and had no friends so he's pretending to like him and soon he's going to come into the school and steal all the valuable things from the science labs.'

Mr. Harrington promptly muted Flash after that and told him to get a life.

That's when Peter and Harley started making out.

The entire class went ballistic, screaming into their microphones, apparently loud enough for Peter to hear from his earphones that lay a meter from him on the desk.

He snapped his head towards the call, cutting the kiss short and widened his eyes.

For a second he didn't move, frozen in shock and instant regret. (Not about the kissing of course, that was rather enjoyable, he was regretting the fact that he existed at that particular moment)

He suddenly broke out of his daze, scooping up the earphones and hurriedly trying to stuff them in his ears, whispering "Shit, shit, shit."

Before Peter could utter a single word, the door burst off its hinges and Clint Barton practically flew into the room and jumped backwards onto Peter and Harley's bed, shooting Nerf darts at Ironman who was fully suited up, standing at the doorway and shooting back with plastic bullets of his own.

"CLINT!" Peter screamed at him, panicking like crazy trying to figure out some way to convince his class that it was some kind of greenscreen prank.

Through the one ear bud that he had managed to put in his ear before Clint broke through the wall, Peter could hear his classmates voices.

They were all breaking up because everybody was talking all at once, but there was a lot of 'What the fuck' 'Tony Stark' 'Hawkeye' 'Sick Nerf gun!!'

Peter swallowed hard as the two insane Avengers battled their way out of the room and he slowly turned back to his Zoom call.

Harley laughed behind him, "Good luck with that one, Darlin', I'm gonna make some waffles, I'll bring you some."

He kissed Peter on the head from behind and waved to his boyfriend's class, who started talking all at once again 'Omg that's totally Harley Keener' 'he's even hotter over Zoom' 'wait so is Peter, like, rich?'

All Peter could do was stare at them, in complete shock of what had just happened.

He was fucked.

Then Jason joined the meeting, "Hey sorry I'm late, what did I miss?"

He was met by silence until the teacher piped up, but not to answer Jason's question.

All Mr. Harrington had to say was "Peter," he paused for for a second. "What the fu-"

Peter's laptop was closed faster than Grover ran to the cafeteria on Enchilada day.

Alrighty, lemme know what you think, this was fun to write it's currently 1:47am and I wrote this in 45 minutes on my old tablet 👍