Chapter 8

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Althea

I was laying on my bed, pouting.

I hated to admit that I was pouting. It was quite ridiculous actually but I couldn't seem to snap out of it. It was like I was being grounded for doing literally nothing wrong — I was being grounded for being alive. Again. And it felt like shit.

"Knock, knock..." Harley said from the entryway of my room. "Mind if I come in?"

I shook my head, bringing myself to sit up. Harley shut the door and sat beside me.

"Sorry for making a scene. I'm glad you're back and safe and with us. I'm just so mad that they keep getting away with this shit! And that I keep getting yelled at and grounded for being freaking born!"

I groaned, tossing myself back to lay down.

"I get it Thee but he's just keeping you safe," Harley said.

"You agree with him?" I asked. "You use to be on my side Lee."

"That was before I was kidnapped and turned into a weapon for an evil organization..."

That shut me right up.

"Look, he's just scared of loosing you," Harley said.

"And I'm scared of not living."

Harley sighed, laying himself down beside me.

"Well in other news, your boyfriends cute," Harley said, causing me to laugh. "He was sooo jealous it was adorable."

This statement only caused me to laugh harder. "Oh my... why?!"

"Why?! I'm hot as fuck that's why."

"Man I missed you Harley," I said through chuckles. "... I'm really sorry. That you had to go through all of that and that we didn't come for you... I can't —"

"No." He propped himself up on his arm. "Stop, Althea. You couldn't have done anything. I'm safe and I'm here and that's all that matters."

There was a knock on my window causing Harley to jump.

"It's okay," I said rolling out of bed. "It's just Peter."

I opened the window allowing Peter to climb through. He was in the Spider-Man suit and when he entered he pulled off his mask.

"I just wanted to — oh. Harley."

"Wow Thee! You're boyfriend is spider-boy," Harley said.

Peter glared at Harley. "Spider-Man."

"Really? How unfitting."

"Harley, the door." I nodded my head towards the door.

"Alright, alright." He stood up walking towards the door. "I'm gone."

Harley walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I turned to Peter wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Sorry about him. He's a bit of an ass," I said.

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