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after patrol cuddles

I decided to be nice and do something fluffy for the first chapter...but there will be plenty of angst to come :)

also here's how the story line kind of goes. Peter is Steve and Tony's kid and lives in the tower. Harley just kind of temporarily lives in the tower but his mom and sister still live in Rose Hill. ALL of the avengers are going to be included-along with Ned and MJ. 

okay now that should be all...enjoy!!

It just passed 10pm as Peter climbed in through his bedroom window after his night out as Spiderman. Even though his dads know of his not so typical after school activity, Peter is glad he kept up his nightly ritual of climbing through his window. 

He really does not want his dads to see him like this.

Peter lands on the floor with a soft thud, pulling off his mask with one hand while cradling his tender side with the other. The teen definitely got more than a little roughed up tonight. He tousled with a group of thugs in the middle of some sort of meeting - let's be realistic, it was probably a drug deal- and although they didn't have any guns or knives on them, the criminals sure had a lot of steel pipes. 

He had taken an especially hard hit to the side, he'll ask Friday if there's any serious rib damage later. On the bright side, however, he wasn't bleeding. Externally at least- Peter was too tired to think about any possibilities of internal bleeding. 

The beaten teen whimpers as he presses down on the spider emblem on his chest. Yeah he's definitely going to be feeling that in the morning. Peter is so distracted with his thoughts of self pity, that he nearly jumps to the ceiling when a calloused hand falls on his shoulder. 

"Sorry, darlin'." Harley whispers, moving his hand to Peter's lower back. "Thought you would have at least heard me. Don't you have some sort of sixth sense that tells you when someone is approaching."

"Only threats. My spidey sense has long since drowned you out." Peter teases, leaning into the comforting touch of his boyfriend. 

"Yeah, yeah." The elder teen dismisses. "Rough night?"

"You have no idea." Peter turns around and promptly places his head up against Harley chest, not caring that he's in nothing but boxers. 

"I think I have some idea." Harley snarks. "You're starting to look like a painting with all of that purple on you." The mechanic softly brushes his fingers over the intense bruising on Peter's side, sighing when he sees more bruising on Peter's back. "Don't like all these people hurting my baby." Harley admits, planting a kiss on the shorter boy's shoulder, holding him close. 

"m sorry." Peter mumbles, physically drained and finally feeling safe in the arms of someone he loves. "Steel pipes were a fan favorite weapon tonight. Spidey no likey." Harley can't help but let out a laugh at Peter's statement. 

"Harley no likey either." He agrees. "How about a shower, a snack, and some sleep to make that healing of yours work its magic? Unless we need to take a trip the MedBay?" Harley directs his attention upwards, hoping FRIDAY will take the hint and scan Peter for any concerning injuries. 

"I believe spider-baby will be okay with rest." FRIDAY concurs. "I do, however, recommend that you wrap his ribs to prevent any further damage, as the bruising is quite severe." 

"Thanks FRI." It's Peter that responds this time. "If I go shower will you make a grilled cheese?" Peter begs Harley, even throwing in his doe eyes.

"I'll do you better and make you three." Harley charms, knowing Peter's metabolism must be begging for some fuel right now. 

"This," Peter lazily points at his boyfriend, "this is why I love you."  

Harley releases Peter with a quick peck to the lips and an encouraging smack on the ass as he laughs his way into the kitchen. 

By the time Harley returns to Peter's room with a stack of grilled cheeses, Peter is tucked into bed wearing one of Harley's sweatshirts, and smelling of coconut guava. The second the younger teen spots him, he's reaching his hands out for some cheesy goodness. 

"Have I told you I love you?" Peter moans after demolishing his first grilled cheese, getting ready to dive into another. 

"A few times." Harley laughs, his arm tucked safely around his boy. "But I never get sick of hearing it, so please, do go on." 

The two laugh and kiss and eat until Peter has finished all three sandwiches, the drowsiness from before returning with a vengeance. The younger of the two safely burrowed into the other, feeling safe and warm. 

"Goodnight, baby." Harley whispers, pressing light kisses to Peter's hairline.

"Nigh' Harls." Peter slurs as he finally falls into dreamland, allowing his superhealing to get rid of  physical reminders of tonights patrol.

I didn't really proof read this so please point out any errors if you see them! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter!! 

Thanks for reading :) 

xoxo, spiderxmarvel

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