Be There For You {Book Two}

A Family Tea Party

*Happy Black History Month!!*

No One's POV

A couple weeks passed with nothing more to worry about. Peters time was spent focusing on his delightful daughter, his bubbly brother, and the best boyfriend. Key family moments were created, times when Sofia called for Harley not Peter, coming home from Spidermanning to find Wade and Harley having a staring contest as Sofia poured then imaginary tea, and the time where Sofia called Harley papa for the first time.

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The mini family were sitting at home, listening to a mix of Queen, Beatles, and David Bowie (a digitalised box of mix tapes Ben Parker left Peter after he died). Wade was lying on the floor complaining about how his back hurt, Harley was standing over him trying to get him to move out of the way of the fridge so he could make dinner. Across the room Peter and Sofia were bickering over what was a better song, 'Killer Queen' or 'Oh! You Pretty Things' which resulted in Peter tickling Sofia in a fun torture method.

"Agree with me!"

She giggled and squirmed to try and escape, "Never!"

"Argh!" Suddenly Wade pounced off the floor and into the fight, he started to tickle Peter which made him writhe but he kept on tickling Sofia.

"Let go of my goddaughter!"

"Let go of me!"

"Listen to my uncle!"

"Never! She's, my daughter!"

"I can't let you go before you let her go!"

"Aiutami papà! Aiutopp!" Sofia screamed, in Italian, through giggles. (Help me papa! Helppp!)

Harley, who had been learning Italian with and for Tony, felt delighted to finally understand what someone was saying, "Ma è lui che ti solletica, principessa." He laughed. (but hes the one tickling you, princess)

"Non dad! tu, papà!" (not dad! you papa!)

Everyone stopped, relaxed back into sitting position. Harley made eye contact with Peter, as if asking for permission of this title, and when Peter smiled at him, soft and kind, he knew it was okay. Pushing aside the burst of happiness in his heart, tears slowly bubbling up in his eyes, Harley went over to Sofia, his daughter, "certo che ti aiuterò, principessa." (of course ill help you, princess)

He scooped Sofia into his arms and swung her round. Knowing exactly what emotions his best friend felt, Wade wrapped and arm around Peter, letting him wipe the happy tears into his shirt. "Es ist in Ordnung. Es ist in Ordnung. Pssst, du hast es geschafft. Sie hat eine Familie." Wade whispered in German, rubbing circles into Peters back (Its ok. Its ok. Shh, you made it. Shes got a family). All the worries and fears that Sofia would be raised like him felt to be melting away. Its okay. Its okay. Its okay. She has her dad, her papa, her uncle, her aunts, her grandparents, and the odd avengers. Always loved, always protected. Surprising himself and Wade, Peter didn't cry to much, he ended up just chuckling at the sight before him; Harley beaming with pride at Sofia showing him some ballet moves that she had learnt from Peter the previous week. Nothing could ruin this, ruin this moment. Wade and Peter stood up, going to join in with the dancing. Wade quickly assumed the position of trying to out dance Sofia with his poor moves while Peter went over to Harley. Wrapping an arm around Harley's waist, Peter kissed him on the cheek.

"Your brother and your daughter are crazy, that surely can't be ballet-"

"Our daughter."