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You're Better Than the Stars

It's a Thursday night. He and Peter don't have school tomorrow, but they have to get up earlier than they usually would on a day with no school, for a dumb meeting with Tony and some no-name company.

It's now 9:16pm on a chilled winter night, they could see their breaths in front of them with every exhale. They were going to head to bed soon, they had to wake up at six in the morning for a meeting at eight.

Both of them were outside for the main reason of wanting to get sick so they didn't have to go to the meeting tomorrow.

Peter was wrapped up in a blanket with a toque covering his ears. His nose and lips are red, his fingers probably are too. Harley was wearing a simple hoodie and toque, his right hand in Peter's lap.

Both boys' necks ached from looking up at the twinkling lights in the sky. Well, one of them is going to have a sore neck in the morning.

Peter busied himself with softly playing with his boyfriend's fingers, he stared up into the black void that's littered with stars. Harley on the other hand, had his head turned away from extraordinary sight above them, and was taking in the sight of Peter.

He wasn't one bit interested in astrology, stuff like that, but his eyes had a wondered look, like he had every thought of the world hidden behind them.

Peter's face is dimly lit by the shine of the moon and stars. His beautiful face is still visible for Harley, so there's no problem that needs to be fixed. Peter is happy, Harley is happy because of that. That's all Harley needs.

Harley blinks. He opens his eyes, Peter is suddenly staring back at him. It makes his heart race, it did startle him a bit, but then it's also Peter. His eyes are one of the best sights that Harley's ever seen.

Peter smiles at him, exhaling, they could see his breath. Harley has his eyes trained on just how perfect of a smile his boyfriend has. Peter looks back up into the night. Harley still doesn't stop admiring him.

Peter laughs quietly.
"I can feel you staring, Harley" He looks back at him and smiles.
Harley sighs, how did I get so lucky?
"I know. You're just too stunning not to look at." Peter blushed.
Another beautiful sight that his boyfriend provides him with.

Harley brings his hand up to run his thumb along Peter's jawline. He leans in slightly. They can feel each other's breaths on their lips. Peter meets him halfway, their eyes closing and lips slotting together.

Harley puts his hand on the back of Peter's neck, playing with the growing hair near the bottom of it. They part, needing to breathe, and rest on each other's foreheads.

Peter starts laughing. Harley also laughs.
"What's so funny?" Harley says through short breaths.
"I don't know!" Peter laughs harder, then leaning back.

Harley laid beside him, Peter snuggling into his side. Harley wrapped his arm around him. They looked at each other and smiled again, Harley planted a brief kiss on Peter's grin.

"This looks like some shit off of a movie." Tony was staring down at them from a few metres back.

Peter sat up, almost screamed, gasping loudly instead.
"Jesus, Tony!" Harley sat up, turning himself to Tony.
Peter used Harley's shoulder as an alternative to hide his embarrassment. He hugged an arm around Peter, comforting him. Tony just laughed.

"Oh my god!" Tony gasped between his cackling, taking a couple seconds to calm down.

"Anyways, you guys should come inside. It's getting cold and I am not, going to that meeting alone tomorrow." They both groan, Peter lifting his head from Harley's shoulder.

Tony rolled his eyes and gestured for them to follow, then walked to the elevator. Harley stood up, putting a hand out to help his boyfriend up. Peter stuck out his hand from underneath his blanket, taking Harley's hand. They walked over to the elevator where Tony was waiting.

Tony scoffs at Harley, who had a love stricken look on his face. He looked at him confused. Tony raised an eyebrow at Harley, then rolled his eyes when he ignored him and went back to not-so-subtly glancing at Peter way too often.

The ride down to the penthouse was silent and short. Not too awkward. But, when they arrived on their floor, Tony pulled Harley to the side.

"What?" He gave him a questioned look.
"You desperately need to work on being subtle when you're admiring Peter." Harley blushed, Tony smirked at him then walked away to his room. He's probably going to tell Pepper about this in the morning.

"Harley?" Peter peeked around the corner, then walked over to him.
"You alright? Tony just walked by me looking very smug. Did he do anything?" Peter sounded a bit concerned, but was also being sarcastic.
Harley smiled, sighing.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He took Peter's hand in his, and they walked to his room.

They shared a few kisses, ending the night with a bunch of "I love yous'" Eventually they fell asleep. It took Peter longer to drift off, he was still cold from stargazing.
"Stupid thermoregulation" Was his last thought before finally closing his eyes for the night.

The meeting was forgotten about. For now.

Peter was complaining about a sore neck the next morning. The other Avengers in the building gave them questionable looks at every mention of it.

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