Jealousy ~ Parley/Parkner

Chapter 22

(A/N: I meant to publish this like 7 hours ago, I'm so sorry, it's almost 1 in the morning omg, anyway enjoy :) thanks bye)

*PETER'S POV*

"Hey," I smiled at Harley.

"Heyyy," he awkwardly smiled back and sort of leaned forward.

"I, uh, got you a cake." He showed me the cookie cake.

"Aw thank you," I said. That apology cake is adorable. He shouldn't be the one apologizing though...

"You shouldn't be the one apologizing though," I sighed. "I'm so sorry Harley. I didn't realize I was being so selfish. I need to take the time to think about things from your point of view."

He nodded, "It's okay." He stepped closer, wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Did you make that cake?" His eyes tilted down towards the cake in my hands. I laughed, "Yeah, with the help of Thor."

"It's looks amazing," he chuckled. "What's this?" He asked curiously, nodding towards the picture collage.

"Oh, um, just- here." I handed it to him. He stared at all of our pictures, the ones Dad and Pops had taken of us in the beginning when we were still getting to know each other, the ones after we finished all of our little projects, the ones that we took while we were talking and hanging out in our bedrooms, and the ones that we had taken on my birthday. There was one of us at the restaurant, one of us at the museum looking at art like we actually knew what we were doing, and one of us at the park, pulling Harley's bike out of the pond. He looked from picture to picture and tears swelled in his eyes. "Peter..."

I smiled faintly, "Turn it over."

He looked at me curiously and gently turned it, to where my message that I had written on the back was shining in the dim light of the hallway.

"Dear Harley," he started, "When you first got here, I was unsure of what to think. It was strange to have someone so similar to me saying here. My jealousy got the best of me. But I got to know you better day by day, and soon we had our first kiss in the lab. And we've shared many more special memories since then," he looked up at me, his face wet with tears, "Ever since we've gotten together, I've looked back on the day you got here as one of the best days of my life," his voice cracked and he paused, "because that's when I met you." There was silence for a minute and he almost whispered the last words, "I love you Harley Keener." He stood there, looking at the message I scribbled on the back of the collage in black marker, speechless.

He ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug I've ever received, and that's really saying something considering I live with Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson.

His tears fell onto my shoulder and I hugged him back tightly, wishing this moment could last forever.

He pulled back from the hug and laughed, "This is definitely better than my cookie cake."

I laughed too and shook my head, "Cookie cake overrules everything." He chuckled and started to walk away, but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to me. "You didn't think you could get off the hook that easily, did you?" I asked and stood on my tip toes to give him a kiss. He leaned forward and our lips collided, both of us smiling as we deepened the kiss, and he suddenly pulled away and ruffled my hair. "More for later," he winked at me. My heart fluttered and I felt my face get red.

He grabbed my hand and led me into the living room, where all the Avengers were sitting there. They were all super quiet, probably trying to hear our conversation.

"We're good," Harley declared, and threw our intertwined hands up to show everyone. A chorus of "awwwww" erupted in the room. "Glad to hear it," Dad patted me on the back.