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Peter's Job at SI (In Catering) Part 2

Harley's POV

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Harley's body is convulsing. His breath is ragged and he can no longer stop the hot tears that burn tracks down his face. The only thing holding him together is the strong arms wrapped around him. The love radiating off of his dad. 

"Whoa, Harley, please tell me what's wrong," Tony whispers, running a soothing hand through the younger boy's hair. 

Harleys lungs feel like they are locked in a tight metal cage. He can hardly breathe, but the sobbs won't stop, choking him. Harley gasps, trying deperatley to pull air into his longs but it doesn't work. He can't breathe. He can't breath. Oh god. He can't breathe. His ears are filled with a buzzing sound and his mind is engolphed in utter confusion. The black of his dad's suit blurs into the white of the tiles, the bathroom now an amorphous blob of color. His skin is numb and he can't feel anything, can't see anything, can't hear anything. 

Above the confusion his mind reverts back to its' privious mantra, can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breath, can't breath-

Tony's eyes are wide and his heart is racing. He's been through a shit ton of panic attacks, but never any like this. And this is Harley, his happy go lucky kid. Tony had only ever seen him cry tears of joy when Tony was legally named as his dad. But now? His eyes are glassed over and his fingers are scratching into his forearm as if trying to peel off his skin. His breathing, if one could even call it that, is ragged gasps. 

Words fall from Tony's mouth, firmly, but he knows that the younger boy can't hear anything that he is saying. It's like Harley isn't even there, and this is a shell of his body. Christ, if he keeps digging at his arms like that, he'll draw blood. Tony grabs at his kids' forearms and pulls them away from his skin. 

Harley grunts, and fights to keep his arms in place. Tony over powers him and holds his hands tightly. Tony sucks in a sharp breath at the trail of blood on his arm. "Harley, you need to breathe. Harley, listen to me please. You need to breathe. You need to breathe. You are going to make yourself pass out. You need to breathe," Tony begs as he tries to fight his own tears. 

Not sure what to do, he gently takes one of Harley's hand and places it over his heart, and the other on the cool surface of the arc reactor. The entire time, Harley doesn't move. He is frozen. 

"Breathe with me Harley," Tony says again, "C'mon Harley, it's ok. I'm here. Just take a deep breath for me. Deep breaths." 

Tony doesn't know how long passes, but eventually the ragged gasps turn into shaky breathes. The dead gaze clears and he focuses on Tony's eyes. The buzz in his ears quiet and he can hear the breathes of the older man. 

"Dad?" Harley whispers in a hoarse voice. His hands are still trembling, but anything is better than before. 

"Yeah, Harley it's me. Your safe, ok? I love you, Harley. Everything is ok," Tony says in a steady voice, despite the emotion running through his body, "Let's go back home and get you some nice cold water. How does that sound?" 

Harley just nods, lips parted slightly and eyes wide. Tony drops Harley's hands in favor of wrapping and arm around his shoulder and gently rubbing soothing patterns. Tony hums a song his mom used to sing to him to fill the silence. 

...

After arriving upstairs in the penthouse, Tony instructs his son to put on comfier clothes. Tony then fixes an bottle of cold water, some food, and a cold wash cloth. 

Harley stumbles back into the kitchen with pajama pants and an over sized sweatshirt on. He stands in the doorway for a moment looking to Tony. "Why don't you sit in the living room. I'll be right there." 

Again, Harley doesn't respond, he just sinks into the couch trying to disappear. A few slow minutes pass before Tony renters the room with a full tray. He takes a seat next to Harley and hands him some water. Wordlessly, Harley gulps down the water and sets it back on the table. 

"Why don't you lay down? A cold wash cloth on your eyes might make them feel better," Tony gently sugguests. Harley nods and swivels so his head is resting on a fluffy pillow. Tony grabs the rag and gently place it over his son's burning eyes. His body is still trembling. 

Tony lets himself lean back into the couch, but refuses to take his eyes off of Harley. Seconds turn into minuets, nobody says anything besides for Tony's soft humming. Tony'll wait as long as he has to for Harley to start the conversation. After what he just went through in the bathroom, Tony doesn't want to push him too much. He can rest for a little while before they talk. 

A half hour passes before Harley removes the rag from his eyes and pushes himself into a sitting position. "I-I'm sorry," He says in an awkward voice, looking everywhere besides his dad's eyes. 

"No, no, no, don't appologize. Kid, I just want to help you. You never have to feel sorry about anything," Tony assures. Harley doesn't say anything else, so Tony tests the waters, "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Promis you won't hate me?" Harley's voice is just above a whisper. He sounds so broken, so scared, so lost. 

"I could never hate you, ever," 

"Um," harley clears his throat and looks down to his hands, "B-B," He could hardly get her name out of his mouth, "Bella, she-" Harley takes another deep breath. Tony let's him take his time, despite the confusion. Broke up? Harley wouldn't panic that much if they broke up wha- "She ab-" Harley's mouth turns into a frown and its' lie something is stopping him from saying the word. Saying it will make it real, "Bella abuses me, dad. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so weak. I shouldn't have let it happen. And now I ruined your deal and sustainable energy because I am so weak and stupid-" 

"Harley," Tony whispers, tears falling from his eyes, "You did nothing wrong. Never appologize for that, ever. I'm so sorry I didn't see the signs. I'm so sorry I didn't help you. I'm so sorry you had to go through that," a beat of silence passes through the room, "thank you for telling me." 

Harley practically falls foreward into his dad's arms. It felt good, scary, but good. "Harley, I need you to understand that you are my son. I love you more than anything, your happiness will always come above everything, above this entire bussiness, above this entire world. I love you, kid, so much," Tony whispers into Harley's ear. Harley just nods and sinks farther into the embrace. 

...

Tony let Harley choose his next steps. Harley choose that he didn't want to file any reports yet. Being a Stark it would be telling the entire world. He's not ready for that. Tony obviously cut off the deal and banned Bella from the tower. 

Pepper and Tony are mostly there to listen. They don't pussh him or rush him, let him go at his own pace. Tell them things only when he is comfortable to do so. Tony hired a theripist, after getting Harley's approval. That helped him a lot. 

Six months later, his eyes open on a particularly sunny morning, his chest feels light and a certain happiness encases him. He takes a deep breath and knows what he has to do. Pulling out his phone, he opens Twitter and starts to type out a message. 

Harley Stark: 

Thank you @Spider-Man for saving me from an abusive relationship, even when I threatened to call security. Thank you for changing my life and helping me to learn that I am not weak. 

If anyone is in a similiar situation, know that you deserve the world, you are not weak, and someone out there truly loves you. 

Resources: ncadv.org/RESOURCES 

Needless to say he broke the internet. But once it was fixed, he saw that Spider-Man retweeted it, adding his own story with even more resources. 

Tony and Pepper couldn't be more proud. More importantly, they are estatic that their son is happy.