SpiderMan Avengers One shots Dad!Tony

Panic Attacks, Essays, and Harley

Tony is alive, Peter, Harley, Morgan, and Peter are siblings. 

Harley is one year older than Peter but they have a class together because they are in high school. 

Endgame (minus death) and FFH happened. Not identity reveal though

NO ONE KNOWS HARLEY AND PETER ARE BROTHERS. HARLEY'S IDENTITY WAS REVEALED TO THE WORLD ON ACCIDENT SO HE IS BASICALLY FAMOUS BUT PETER AND MORGAN'S AREN'T. 

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"Hey Harls," I say walking through the doors of the cabin. Despite the Cabin being in the middle of the woods, it isn't far from the tower and school. Harley drives me and Morgan to school every day. I don't really like driving. 

i walk over to the fridge and grab some leftovers and shove them in the microwave. Mom and Dad have a few meetings and Morgan is having a playdate with her friend se we are home alone for dinner. 

I just got back from patrol and my eyes barely stay open. "Are you ok Peter?" Harley asks. He pauses the TV and stands up making his way to the kitchen. 

I don't call Harley 'Harls' that much anymore unless I'm very tired or overwhelmed. Harley obviously takes notice. 

The microwave beeps and I set my food on the counter and pull out the barstool. "Yeah. Jus' tired," I say taking a bite of my food. 

I can hear Harley pulling out the barstool next to me and take a seat. "I know when you are lying," 

Sighing I shrug and take another bite of my food, "I don't like school.' 

Tears burn at my eyes but I blink them back. I'm not going to cry. I may be amazing at science but I'm bad at English. What is the point of writing anyways? I'll just have FRIDAY do all of my writing for me. 

"Why? Is someone bullying you? Is-"  

I cut Harley off by shaking my head. Conveniently, I rumage around in my backpack and pull out my essay, on the top is 73% in big red letters. My English grade is a B now, that isn't bad but I'm a Stark. I should have an A+.

I feel a hand rubbing my back, "Peter, we are in the same English, I could've helped you,"  Harley said. 

"You were busy with yours," I mutter taking another bite of my food. 

"So? I still could've helped you!" Harley says in a firm but somewhat sweet voice. I just shrug. 

"I'm going to rewrite it," I say wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. 

"I'll help you," Harley says in a determined voice. I don't bother arguing. After all, I do need help writing my essay. 

... 

This week has been rough. Harley is helping me with me redo essay which is good but it is still stressful, to say the least. 

Even if I get a lower grade I still get that grade and I can't redo it from there. Ever since the blip, there has been more crime than ever and I can barely look at Dad's arm without thinking about how he almost died and I could've helped him. 

I could've prevented him from going into a 2-week coma and his arm being basically burnt off. He always assures me that it isn't my fault but I think it is. 

The teacher says something but I don't really pay attention. 

Ever since the London incident, and Mysterio I've been thinking everything is an illusion. It's not as bad anymore with the help of my family of course, but I haven't gotten a full night of sleep in at least two months. 

The teacher writes something on the board about the next essay we are writing. I notice Harley tensing from across the room but I'm not sure why. 

I watch as he whispers something into his friend's ear that sits besides him. Shrugging I turn my attention back on the board. Well, try to at least. 

After a moment I realize the word she wrote on the board is Superheros. I small gasp leaves my mouth but I quickly cover it up with a cough. A few people look at me, including Harley, but turn back soon enough. 

Mrs. William pulls down the projector. "For your next essay, you will be writing an argumentive piece about superheroes, good or bad. We will also be holding a debate to view other people's perspectives and get a chance to reform our arguments," she says. 

Harley glances back at me and I shoot him a scared expression. My phone beeps and I look down discretely. 

HARLEY: It's going to be ok. 

ME: Hope so. 

HARLEY: :( 

I slip my phone back into my pocket and look back to the teacher, "We will be reading a short story about people affected in Sokovia by the Ultron attack created by Tony Stark." 

The teacher looks over to Harley as does the whole class, I notice him clenching his fists, as do I. 

A few whispers ring throughout the stale school air but Mrs. William quickly clears her throat gaing everyone's attention. At least they don't know I'm Spider-Man. 

A presentation appears on the projector. A picture of the Avengers lined up appears on the screen. The picture is from after the Civil War and is on one of the easy missions I was allowed on. It was supposed to be easy, that is. Until a building crushed me and I nearly died. 

Steve had to dig me out. Quickly I raise my hand. Mrs. William points to me, "Can I go to the bathroom," Harley glances at me and sees the tears forming in my eyes. 

Mrs. William just nods and I quickly grab the hall space and briskly walk out the door. 

I pass the bathrooms because there will be other people there. I can feel the anxiety rising in my chest and I don't want anyone else to see. Flash doesn't need any more reasons to bully me. Because of that, I walk to the gender-neutral bathrooms that are just one big stall and lock the door. 

I flip the toilet seat down and sit on top of it, wrapping my arms around my legs. I bury my face in my knees and take in a deep breath, well try to. Instead, it comes out strangled. 

I hear a knock at the door. 

"I-I'm in here," I say with a shaky voice. 

"Open up Peter, it's Harley," I hear the person responsible. I try to push myself up to get the door but my legs shake too much to stand. My heart rate accelerates and I feel like I can't breathe. 

All of a sudden the door flies open making me jump, nearly falling off the lid of the toilet I am sitting on. Harley quietly closes the door behind him and locks it again. 

"Har-Harls," I whisper, my chest tightening. I feel one hand on each of my shoulders and try to focus on Harley's face. 

"It's ok Peter. Everything is ok," 

... 

I plan on doing a part two about the debate and the essay and stuff. Hope y'all liked it. 

-EB