They Should've Known

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"So, Peter. Your birthday is coming up right? Tommorow, I believe? What are you planning on doing?" Wanda spoke up, looking at Peter.

He glanced up at her, then back to his food and shrugged. He played with his food with one hand and let his other rest under the table.

Harley grabbed his hand for moral support and to provide reassurance. Peter gave a small smile at this and continued to pick at his food.

As dinner continued, everyone finished their food, except Peter, who didn't eat or drink anything.

As everyone got up to take their dishes to the kitchen, Harley leaned over to Peter concerned, still not removing his hand from Peters.

"Pete, you have to eat. It's not healthy." He whispered, Peter looked up at him and shook his head.

"I'm not hungry." Peter said, barley being heard by Harley.

"C'mon. How about this, I stay with you tonight and we watch a movie or something." Harley offered. Peter nodded slowly and Harley stood up, grabbing both his and Peters plates.

"Hey, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, is it okay if I stay the night at your guys apartment tonight?" Harley asked Bucky and Steve as he ditched the left over food in the trash and put the plates in the sink.

"Oh yeah, of course." Steve said smiling.

"We can stay at your parents floor tonight if you two would like that? Y'know, you guys could watch a movie or something. Just, don't burn down the kitchen." Bucky smiled knowingly at Harley, making a slight blush appear up the sides of his face.

He just nodded shyly and the couple went to talk to Tony and Stephen about the plans.

Harley walked back into the dinning room to see Peter sitting and messing with his hands quietly, Morgan had fallen asleep on the couch next to Wanda and Natasha.

"Let's go get my stuff." Harley smiled, grabbing Peters hand and pulling him to the elevator.

"Fri, take us to floor 64." Harley commanded.

"Yes Mr. Keener." FRIDAY responded, taking them up.

Peter rested his head on Harley's shoulder.

"Are you hungry yet?" Harley asked as the elevator doors opened. Peter shook his head and they walked down the hall to the bedrooms.

"Again, you need to eat something." A very worried voice exclaimed as Peter hopped on the bed.

"Yeah. I know, I will. Just, later." Peter sighed. Harley gave him a weak smile and threw his backpack over his shoulder, holding out a hand for Peter to take.

"Let's go." Harley said smiled as they made their way to the elevators again.