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Teenage Love as told by the Avengers

I'm just going to put a warning for harsh language and sexual references and innuendos. There's no smut or anything though.
      When Tony introduced his son to Harley, he was sure the two would be come fast friends. Their personalities clashed a bit at first, but soon enough, the boys were thick as thieves.
      What Tony did not expect, was to walk into the lab and see his son pushed up against a lab table, kissing the teen from Tennessee. Not wanting to be scarred for life, Tony was quick with knocking a book off of his desk, creating a loud boom that startled both teens. Neither boys response was very surprising. Harley turning around with some snarky comment, calling Tony an "old man". And Peter-bless him-became and adorable stuttering mess, the blush on his cheeks rivaling that of the Spider-Man mask.
      "Do I need to give you guys the birds in the bees talk? Or I guess the bees and the bees talk." Tony snickers, enjoying the way Peter gets even more embarrassed.
"Daaaaadddd." He whines, eyes switching between Tony and Harley. He opts for hiding his face in Harley's chest, the older boy automatically bringing a hand up to his chocolate curls.
      "Hey, I just want you guys to be safe!" Tony defends. "I don't need any more spider babies crawling around here."
      "I don't know if you've noticed, Old Man, but we're both men." Harley snarks back, eyebrow raised with a smile.
      " I'm aware, but a certain spider baby was given certain reproductive organs after his entire body was mutated from a radioactive spider bite..." Tony trails off, looking Peter knowingly-who's still trying to merge with Harley's rib cage. "These are things you need to tell people you're involved with, Pete."
      "We're not even...doing it yet." Peter says, cheeks turning impossibly redder.
      "It's called sex baby." Harley laughs, shaking Peter in his hold a bit.
      "I'm focusing on the yet part of that sentence." Now it's Tony's turn to raise an eyebrow at the two boys. "I'm sure your both aware that Petey here, is still a minor."
      "Jesus, I'm 19 not 47." Harley quips with an eye roll.
      "And the age of consent in New York is 16." Peter adds, finally looking up from his place burrowed into Harley.
      "Lock the door, use a condom, and Harley...I'll kick your ass if you do anything to hurt him."
      "Dad!"
      "Yes sir." Harley mock salutes with a laugh.

      The boys are pretty inseparable after that. Almost every day Peter gets home from school, he finds Harley on the common room couch, and curls right up next to him. The Avengers try their best not to coo at the couple, but sometimes they're just so damn cute they can't help it.
      When the Avengers are all called down for Saturday morning breakfast, Peter and Harley are already down there. Harley sitting at the kitchen table, already digging in. Peter, on the other hand, is almost always still fast asleep on Harley's lap curled up into the blonde.
      Before school, before patrol, and before bed, Harley always make sure Peter gets a hug, a kiss, and a cuddle. Peter, of course, just soaks up all the affection like a sponge. He burrows deep into the hugs, kisses back with just as much passion, and basically suffocated Harley with cuddles.
     It's so adorable the Avengers can't take it anymore.
     "You guys are so cute it makes me want to throw up." Clint says one day at family game night. As per usual, Peter finds himself curled up in Harley's lap, Harley's crossed legs being the perfect seat. Harley laughs and kisses Peter's shoulder from his spot behind him. Peter...well Peter just blushes and tries to hide his smile. Clint fakes a gag and everyone moves on, deciding to leave the young couple alone.

      "IS THAT A HICKEY?" Tony's yell echoes throughout the entirety of the Avenger's tower. It's breakfast time, and all of the Avengers are sat watching the confrontation. Harley is sitting on the counter with his morning cup of coffee, admiring his handiwork.
      "Tony, sweetheart. Calm down-" Steve tries to reason with his husband.
      "Steve, honey, I love you. But I can not calm down when our son his having sex." Tony argues.
      "HE'S WHAT?" It's Steve's turn to blow up.
      "No I'm not!" Peter defends, voice going up and octave.
      "You are too young to be fonduing, Peter." Steve says with a stern finger pointed at his song.
      "Jesus Christ, Steve. Just call it sex!" Tony buts in.
      "I'm not-we're not having sex!" Peter argues back, clearly flustered.
      "So what's your excuse then? You just fell on your neck." Tony snarks.
      "We don't need to be fucking for me to give him a hickey." Harley laughs.
      "Harley!" Peter chastised, thoroughly done with this conversation.
      "So it is a hickey!" Tony spins around to face Peter while Steve buts it with a "language!"
      That's it. Peter wants to climb up to the hugest corner of the ceiling, cocoon himself in with some of his webs, and die. That seems better than enduring this conversation.
      "I want you to be 100% honest with me here, Peter." Tony makes sure Peter is looking into his eyes before continuing. "Is that a hickey?"
      Peter is absolutely mortified right now. His entire family is watching this encounter, and his boyfriend is laughing!
      "Yes." He mumbles quietly, the tips of his ears burning with embarrassment.
      "Okay. Are you and Harley having sex?" Tony questions again. God Peter could just burn up right then and there.
      "No." He squeaks out again. Tony holds his gaze, analyzing his answers.
      "Okay." The dad relents, walking to go make his morning coffee.
       Peter turns to look at his boyfriend, who is still hysterically laughing at him.
      "Next time, I'm going to web your mouth shut." Peter threats. Harley just smirks and leans in close to his boyfriend.
      "I believe next time I'll be the one tying you up." Harley hopped off the counter, landing a quick spank on Peter's butt. God he really hopes no super soldier ears picked up what Harley just said.
      Bucky's laugh says that maybe, maybe a super soldier had caught what was said.

      The one thing Earth's mightiest heroes can't seem to grasp, is the concept of knocking. Something that has mortified Peter time and time again. When he's showering, taking a shit, getting dressed. Thankfully, no one has ever caught him during his...personal time. He doesn't think he could ever recover if something like that were to happen.
      But his parents do happen to walk in on my him and Harley in a pretty compromising position...
      They're both still fully clothed-thank god- but the event is mortifying nevertheless.
      Peter had just gotten home after decathlon practice, and he's really missed his boyfriend. They'd been cuddling, as they always do after school, and Peter was trying his best to ignore Harley's very clear...problem. It's been poking him in the back for the past 20 minutes. Normally, he'd do something about it. But his entire family is home right now, he just does not want to take that risk.
      After awhile, however, Peter's own jeans had started to feel a bit more...restrictive.
      Soon enough, Harley was roughly kissing Peter into the mattress, hands brushing over his abs while Peter's hands connected behind Harley's neck. Harley's belt had already been unbuckled, and Peter was about to make a move when...
      "Hey Pete, I was wondering if-" Peter and Harley had never moved faster. Tony had been looking down, reading something off of a notecard.
"Dad!" Peter huffs frustratedly.
"Oh sorry, am I cock blocking you right now?" He asks sarcastically.
"Yeah, kinda." Harley shoots back.
"So help me Keener, I'm not afraid to go get an Ironman suit-"
"Tony why are you- oh." And of fucking course, Steve Rogers is now also standing at the doorway. Looking at the scene in front of him, the war hero could easily tell what him and his husband had interrupted.
"Please just kill me." Peter whines, flopping back down onto his bed, hand strewn over his eyes. He's still embarrassingly hard in his pants, and both of his parents are now witnessing this.
"I can't believe you two were fonduing under our roof." Steve chastised, arms crossing over his chest.
"We weren't fonduing anything." Peter groans. He's positive he's never felt more embarrassed in his life.
"We're both fully clothed." Harley tried to reason.
"Oh please. Your fly is down, Keener." Tony points out, desperately trying not to look below the neck of either boy. "We're not dumb."
"We didn't do anything, I promise." Peter just really really really really wants his parents to leave right now. He is thoroughly scarred for life.
Tony walks away with a huff, whatever question he had been going to ask Peter was long forgotten. Steve just studies both of them with a look, opening the door completely.
"This stays open." He says with finality, before walking away.
Harley and Peter both lay on the bed, achingly hard and equally as frustrated.
"Do you want to go take a shower?" Harley asks, looking over to his boyfriend.
"God, yes." Peter says as if he'd been waiting for Harley to ask.
The two are rushing into Peter's en-suite, double checking to make sure the bathroom door is locked, before getting back to business.

The End :)

I'm on a roll lately. Hopefully you're all enjoying this book! Feel free to leave requests and feedback! Also I don't proof read this so if you find any errors, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
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xoxo, spiderxmarvel

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