The New Boy One Door Down

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Harley's POV

I have no idea how Peter found his way back to his room. The building that is The Avengers Facility is a maze. They need road maps just to help people get around, but of course in case of a security breach we can't have any road maps.

I get that we were trying to be secret but can't there be just a few arrows every few feet? The newbies need help.

Every hall in the facility had people running around in them. It seemed like no one in this building could just sit down and relax for a few minutes. Then again I wouldn't be surprised if one person taking a small break would lead to the facility breaching so it was probably a good thing no one here stopped working.

I sigh to myself as I try to look for anything even remotely familiar when I come across the Natasha Romanoff memorial. I couldn't be happier to see that at this point, I was tired of walking around aimlessly trying to find one room in this entire building that was literally filled with rooms.

I somehow found my way back to the hall Peter and I share after a few more minutes of searching. I smile when I get closer to my door, only to stop at the muffled of a familiar song.

I stop dead in my tracks as the melody makes its way into my ears. I pin point the song coming from Peter's closed door. I listen harder for a minute and realize he was listening to No Rest for the Wicked. I smile a bit at the song.

I was about to knock on his door when I realized his door was probably closed for a reason. He probably didn't want to be near people right now.

So with a small frown I pull away from the closed door and walk into my own, fully decorated, room and close the door. The walls were filled with band posters and random pictures of my sister and mom that reminded me I needed to call my mom some time tomorrow to let her know I've moved in just fine.

But for now a nap sounds very nice. I smile to myself as I flop down on the comfortable bed. It was a lot better than the one I had back at home but it was fine.

I knew my mom didn't exactly have the money to spend on new mattresses when bills needed to be paid and food needed to be put on the table.

She and my sister were actually the reason why I was here.

When Mr. Stark asked me to come all the way out to New York I turned him down the first time. I was finally old enough to have a decent job so I could help my mom out with food or bills. I wasn't just going to leave her and my sister to fend for themselves while I lived it up in the Avengers Facility licking on a silver spoon. I refused to do it.

However, a week later Mr. Stark called me again. He said the circumstances changed and he wasn't taking no for an answer. He asked me what was keeping me in Rose Hill so I told him.

"Listen kid," he said. "If you say yes right now and agree to let me fly you to New York I will pay for everything your family needs. Everything. Bills, food, gas, a better education for your sister. Anything you need. I need you kid."

After a few minutes of going back and forth with myself I finally agreed and now, here I am. Lying on my new bed, in a new place, with new people, about to fall asleep after a new way of training.

That was until I heard a really loud bang coming from Peter's room along with a loud curse.

Normally I would have said fuck it and just let him be since I was almost asleep but after the curse a lot more bangs came from Peter's room, like he punching the wall or something.

Without another thought I got up from the bed and ran to Peter's room, not bothering to knock on the door and just barding right in.

Peter was in front of a wall slamming his hands into it like nothing else mattered.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, voice in a high-pitched yell. Peter turned to look at me immediately. He looked like a wreck.

His face was red, his brown hair was in many different directions and sweaty, his hands looked red too maybe even bloody. But the thing that caught my attention the most was his eyes. They were bloodshot and had tears balancing on the edge of his water line.

"Get the fuck out." He said in a calm and steady voice. His eyes never left me as he stared me down.

"I'm not just going to leave you like this." I say as I come forward. That was obviously not what I was supposed to do.

His eyes grew wide the second I took a step closer to me. The tears in his eyes quickly went away as he took a step toward me, then another then another until he within an arms length of me. That's when shit got real.

His hands landed on my shoulders before I had a chance to see them coming. I fell backward from the harsh shove but was able to keep myself standing and inside his room.

"Just leave me alone!" He yelled. "Get out! I don't need you! Just get out of here!" With every sentence he shoved me harder and harder trying to get me out of the room.

I grabbed him by his hands trying to keep him from pushing me even further out of the room.

"Let me go! Peter! Just fucking talk to me! What's wrong with you?" I asked as I tried to shove him back, key word tried, tried. Peter was way stronger than me so he didn't even budge when I shoved him back.

"Just get the fuck out of here!" He yelled and with one last push I was out of the room with a door slammed in my face a moment later. The door locked a second later, keeping me on the outside of the door, starring at the thing that separated us.

I stared at the door for a few minutes before I heard what sounded like a window opening only for it to be slammed shut seconds later.

Peter was gone.

I sighed deeply at the closed door before shaking my head and turning away from the door.

He was a grown man with super hero abilities, he didn't need someone with a suit who barely understands how it words how to work, to help him or look after him.

So with a sigh I turned away from the door and walked back to mine.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I lay back down on my bed and thought about what could have made Peter lash out like that. From my limited experience with him he didn't seem like some to just lash out with no reason at all.

Peter was a big boy, I'm sure whatever happened he can handle it and will be fine. I thought as I closed my eyes and put my arm over my eyes to block out the light seeping in through the window.