Lost Spiders

Chapter Four

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH CRITTERS! <3

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After a few minutes, Harley messaged Happy who delivered him home.

"Kid you alright?" Happy asked, concerned. Harley was unusually quiet, they had passed a road work sign and he expected him to make a reference. But nothing happened.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

A few quiet minutes went by before Harley spoke again. "How do you know when someone... hates a certain type of group?"

Happy raised a brow but answered. "Uh... well I guess they speak freely about it. Why?"

"No reason." He muttered and leaned against the window.

After arriving at their destination, Harley said his thanks and walked inside the building. Happy quickly warned Tony of his son's strange behaviour before going back to not caring.

"Hello Harley!" FRIDAY chimed. Harley mumbled an incoherent hello. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just fine. Just tired."

"I understand." Arriving at the floor, Harley immediately set his bag down and fell onto the couch.

"Uh oh. We got another one." Clint looked up from his phone. "So what's made you depresso expresso today my good sir."

Harley screamed inside a pillow. Clint nodded. "Yeah me too."

"What happened! Who's dying?!" Bucky rushed over and peered down at the screaming Harley. "What's up with him? Is this some sort of trend? Screaming into pillows?"

Clint laughed. "What, no! At least... I don't think so."

Clint pondered for a moment before shaking his head. Harley stopped screaming and mumbled a hello to Bucky.

"Should I get Steve?"

"No thank you." He mumbled.

The elevator door opened, revealing a pair of fighting siblings.

"Apologies dear sister but I was deprived of entertainment and noticed you were not around. And so I figured I would surprise you with a gift to express my appreciation towards you!"

"And what a great surprise I came to! This is some expensive makeup and you ruined it! You ruined my room!"

"I thought it was similar to the substance one colors with. Can't you just magic up a new set? And a clean room?"

"Yes I can! But I just like making other girls jealous that I have a higher fashion sense than them. Now! Why is there a dying child on the couch?!"

Thor looked down at Harley who was taking up the whole couch with his face covered by some pillows. Lady Loki threw a pillow from another seat at him.

"Why me?"

"Ah, I see he's still alive." She walked off to the kitchen, Thor followed and asked for some pop tarts.

"Hey kid. Kid. Kid. Kid." Bucky annoyed Harley and kept poking his stomach. Harley did his best not to get annoyed or laugh.

"Guys, where's Harley?" Tony stepped out of the elevator and looked over to see Bucky poking his kid while Clint watched amused.

"Hey, get away from him." He swatted Bucky away who only shrugged and walked off to find Steve or Sam.

"Kid, what's going on with you?"