The Legacy We Hold--Sequel to Spoken From the Heart

Chapter 11- Harley

oh my gosh you guys im so so sorry!!! i meant to update last week, but time flew away, and I got really sick (not covid sick, don't worry) 

but I'm here now to update this marvel-ous story I'm writing (hahaha I'm so funny) 

anyways... 

I don't know if talking to Wade is the smartest idea I've ever had, but it's definitely not the worst.

(A couple of years ago, Peter and I thought that breaking into school for a sleepover with Ned was the smartest idea. We got caught right away.)

I don't know how I'm going to talk to Wade. He seemed pretty pissed when he left. 

But, another part of my brain thinks, he never once tried to hurt you as you two were talking. Something changed over two days. 

I just need to find out what it was. 

**TIME SKIP**

It's finally the weekend. My ugly bruises are finally starting to heal, but that's not what I'm worried about. 

Peter has started pushing his feelings down further. He won't talk to me, and he's avoiding Ned and MJ too. 

So, I found Wade's locker on Friday, and slipped an anonymous note in, telling him to meet me at the park a few blocks from school. 

He doesn't know he's meeting me, so hopefully, there's a chance he will come. 

I fidget with the edges of my sweater, looking up every so often so Wade doesn't take me by surprise. 

"Got stood up, didn't you?" I twist around to see Wade, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, leaning against a tree, looking so much cooler than I'll ever be. "Not surprising."

"Mm, and why are you here?" I lean back on the park bench, staring up at the man who bullied me for two weeks straight. 

I should be terrified, but I'm not. 

"Waiting for somebody. They sent me a note in my..." Wade trails off and I smirk. "You! You little shit! Why did you drag me out here?" Wade demands, pushing himself off the tree and advancing towards me. 

I stand up and back away quickly. 

"I wanted to talk to you, without you bashing my brains out!" I exclaim, also rather quickly. 

(Wow, that sounded way to British to be said by an American teen)

Wade suddenly stops and smiles. "Fine. Talk. If I don't like what you have to say..."

"I know, I know, you'll make my life a living hell, I get it. You don't like me. Now here's why I got you here. You don't know me. My brother attempted, poorly, to flirt with you, and your decision is to bully his twin brother. That makes no sense. You could have easily bullied Peter. He was out and flirting with you. So why bully me? I'm not saying bullying is good, but you chose the hard route. Peter never stopped flirting with you until he found out you were bullying me. There are way easier ways of doing what you were trying to do. 

"So, I started to think. I came up with two reasons why you would bully me instead of Peter. The first one is you liked feeling superior. You liked knowing that you had something over Peter, in case he ever tried to ask you out, you could tell him that if he kept talking to you, you would continue to bully me. The second one is my personal favorite. You were jealous. You were jealous of my relationship with Peter, that I could be so easy with him, and accept him, which was something you couldn't have gotten with your family." 

Wade takes an unsteady step back, and I cross my arms over my chest. 

"That's it, isn't it. You're jealous, and upset and confused, and you took it out on the one person who understood. You wished that your family could have a better relationship, as me and Peter have. What happened?" 

"I knew I was gay for a long time." Wade breaks the silence. He turns away from me and continues. "Probably since I was ten. I came out in middle school. My dad wanted to disown me, and my mom protested, but she never looked at me the same way. Then we moved here, and I hoped that at least at school I could pretend that I was normal, since no one knew who I was before, what I was before.

"Then your brother started talking to me, and he was nice. I couldn't show it, I was building up and image, but man, Harley, your brother is so energetic and positive and accepting, and I couldn't believe that someone liked me, even with my walls up. 

"But then the conversation turned to you, and how you were 'so accepting' and the 'best brother ever' and I got angry. What did I do to deserve the worst family in existence, and Peter and you have each other, and your younger sister, and your parents, and I just. I overreacted, but once I started, I couldn't stop. Bullying you made me feel just a bit better about myself, in such a messed up twisted way. It's no excuse for what I did."

I sit back down on the bench, trying to process what Wade just told me. He turns around, and looks at me expectantly.

"Wait, so you're, you're..." I bury my face in my hands to get myself to shut up. 

"Yes, I'm gay." Wade deadpan. "Is that what you got from that story?" 

"So, now that I know you aren't actually that big of a bully, and just a messed up high school, who needs to work on his issues just a little bit-" Wade growls. "I think you should talk to Peter." 

"What? No. Fuck no. Not happening! He hates me!" Wade protests. 

"No, he doesn't! He's been miserable! He's tried getting over you, but it's not happening. I know my brother, Wade, and he's lonely! Go talk to him. Tell him what you told me!" 

"No. I don't even know why I told you! This whole meeting was a mistake. If you tell anyone we met here, I will kill you!" Wade stormed off, leaving me sitting in shock."

"That was... not what I expected," I comment to myself, before standing up and walking home. 

That went in a completely different direction than i wanted it too.

i think it works tho. 

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XOXO Valkyrie