𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Summer Fling

*Peter's POV*

Year: 2042

"Hey Dad?" called out my oldest child, Anthony. "Were you ever with anyone before Ma?"

I looked across the room at MJ, who slightly nods.

"Yes, I was actually..."

"Who?!"

At this point, my two other kids, Alianovna and Pietro, started to gather around as well.

"Well, when I was sixteen..."

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Year: 2019

"Hey, kid!"

"Yeah, Mr. Stark?"

"Why are there footprints on my ceiling?"

"...no reason."

"Kid..."

I went into the lab to find Mr. Stark, looking slightly disappointed.

"Yes?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Clean it up," Mr. Stark said exasperated. "Also, don't leave your socks in here." He then handed me an old sock of mine.

Looking at the sock, I had an idea. "Master has given Dobby a sock? Dobby is a free elf!"

Mr. Stark just looked at me dumbfounded and I heard a snicker from behind me.

"You got house elves now, old man?"

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Year: 2042

"Okay, but are you getting to the point," Anthony asked.

"Sh, sh. I'm getting there..."

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Year: 2019

I turned around, and...

Fuck, he's hot.

I grazed my eyes over his blonde hair, blue eyes, and strong build.

"Uh...hi? I'm Peter..."

"I'm Harley. Nice to meet you darlin," he drawled out.

I swear to fucking god, I nearly fainted on the spot.

"Anyways," Mr. Stark said awkwardly. "Will you show him around, Peter?"

I nodded absentmindedly, motioning him to follow.

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"...and that concludes the tour. Any questions?"

"Yeah, darlin..."

Shit, that's hot...

"Where will I be staying while I'm here?"