Jealousy ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 6

*HARLEY'S POV*

I wake up to the sound of my alarm on my phone blaring at full volume.

Oh, what a wonderful morning.

I trudge out of bed and start getting ready. I hope I can do good today. It'll help to be off to a good start.

I also hope I can see Peter today. He'll be working around us, won't he?

I turn the water on for a shower. I'm staying in an apartment that I found on Craigslist. Livin' the good life.

I researched what kind of housing situation I should look for in New York, being an intern and all. Most out-of-state interns said that they either stayed in hotels or rented apartments. I decided to do the latter because...well because it sounded more "grown up."

As I was in the shower, my mind drifted back to Peter.

I always thought Spider-Man was some 40-year-old dad. Why? Don't know. That's just how I envisioned him.

Then the shower thoughts started circling:

What kind of spider IS Peter?
Can he kill someone if he bites them?
Is Peter scared of spiders?
Does he ever walk on the ceiling and forget he's up there?
How does he make web fluid?
How is web fluid so strong?
Why are his colors red and blue?
Will his kids have powers too?
Why is he so hot, like damn...

Okay, ignore the last one. I can't help where my mind wanders...

*PETER'S POV*

Why do I have to wake up early just because Harley is starting his internship at 12? It's his internship. I usually sleep for a long time because I stay up so late either patrolling or just doing dumb shit. I think Dad just wants us to be ~best of friends~ or something.

Well we won't be. Not if he keeps being a little attention-hogger.

Dad acts like he's perfect.

I mean why don't you just send me back to the orphanage and adopt him instead?

Okay. I'll finally admit it.

I'm jealous.

I mean who wouldn't be? Everything was going great until he showed up. And now I feel like my parents don't even care about me anymore.

If Dad didn't care about you he wouldn't have been so concerned yesterday when you said you were mugged.

Ugh...true.

I just need to stop overthinking this. He's just an intern. And he's only staying for the summer. Everything will go back to normal after he leaves.

Right?

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.

I jumped out of bed and opened it.

Dad stood there in jeans and an old AC/DC shirt. I used to wear that shirt when I was little. I felt so powerful in it. It wasn't only my dad's shirt, it was Iron Man's.

"Get dressed. He'll be here soon." He smiled at me and ruffled my hair.
"You need to be nicer to him," he added. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, what's that about?" I tried closing the door but he held out a hand, holding it open.

"Why don't you like Harley?"

I looked at him and sighed. "I don't know Dad. I'm just tired." That was my excuse for everything that I didn't want to talk about.

He didn't look like he believed me, but he let it go anyway. "Okay, well...just get dressed quickly. It's his first day and I want him to feel welcome."

I nodded and went back to picking out my outfit. He's an intern, I thought. Dad never treats his interns like this. He usually just introduces himself and sets them to work. I guess Harley's just too special.

I got dressed and walked into the lobby, where Dad and Pops were talking to Harley. He looks nice.

He was wearing khakis and a blue-and-white checkered shirt. He seems pretty serious about this.

But then again, who wouldn't? It's an internship with Tony Stark.

He saw me and waved. "Hey Pete!"

Oh, so he's calling me Pete now? Great.

I slowly walked my over to them and flashed a fake smile, "Heyyyy Harley..."

Dad shot me a disapproving look but I shrugged it off.

"Well we better get started," Dad said, looking at his watch. He glanced at me. "Peter do you want to help Harley get used to everything in the lab?"

Is it even an option?

"Sure," I said. Harley looked ecstatic. Is he always happy?

"Follow me."

I led him to the lab, where me and Tony always work together. I showed him the basics: the tables, the equipment, the projects we were currently working on. I showed him how to use the equipment too.

Harley had the choice to either work on something of his own or help me and Dad with a current project. Of course he chose to work with us.

I'm not trying to be mean or rude to him but it's just making me jealous how much attention Dad and Pops are giving to him. It feels like they never have time for me anymore. Except to yell at me.

We worked on our project for a bit before me and Harley decided to go up to my room. Maybe if I get to know him better I'll hate him a little less.

I sat down on my bed as Harley circled my room, gawking at my various inventions and things.

He saw my web shooters and did a little fangirl scream. "Oh. my. Thor! It's your web shooters!!"

I smiled. He's kinda cute actually.

Wait what? No. No. He's not.
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{A/N hey guysss! it's Reese :) *enter basic intro that I do every single time here* hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I wrote this at an airport sooo I was kinda bored...anyway don't forget to vote, comment, and enjoy :) love you allllll}

hope you Midgardians have a bomb-ass day ;)