Fighting for you ~ Peter Parker and MJ

The disastrous party

It had been only a week after Norman's death, and Harry seemed oddly normal. He didn't express barely any emotion, less than he used to. Oscorp needed help doing some filing for their new ownership, being the only person in our friendgroup available that day, I volunteered to help out.
"Do you always wear that necklace?" Harry said while his face was inside a cabinet. He was referring to the black dahlia necklace Peter gave me back in Europe in the beginning of the summer.
"Well I like it, it means something to me, so yes."
"Isn't it kind of crazy for Pete to do that? He sold his star wars toys to buy that, he wouldn't even consider that for me." He breathed out, looking at me with an unreadable gaze. I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I took a few seconds to respond.
"I'm sure he would, you're his bestfriend. He loves you, in a dude type way." I shrugged, looking back at all the papers.
"The guy is always out doing some Stark internship. I'm surprised you even still are able to talk to him."
Peter had been more busy with the Spiderman gig than normal, but it was surprising to hear that he had been not spending as much time with Harry, he always made time for everyone he cared about.
"When was the last time you guys hung out?" I asked, looking at him empathetically.
"Maybe a week before my dad died, we just watched a movie upstairs. He didn't even stay for long after, had to go buy stuff for May or something."
"Hey Harry, Peter cares about you more than anything. He's just... stressed out lately I guess." I walked over and placed my hand on his shoulder. He stared at it for a few seconds before moving.
"I'll see him tonight, if he even shows up." Harry was throwing what he told us what was a small party. He invited just our group to watch a movie, and have pizza.
"He will, I promise."

"He said he's surprised that you have time for me." I was telling Peter before we left, my conversation with Harry about their friendship. I thought he should know how Harry felt.
"I know, things have just been crazy. With this whole bugle thing and Spiderman. Now that people are trying to think of me as not a murderer, Ive been trying to do more good things I guess." Peter was sitting above me on his bed, while I was sitting on the floor. He asked if he could try braiding my hair for fun for tonight, I would've felt guilty if I said no.
"I know, but he's going through a hard time. You should ask if he wants to hang out just the two of you tonight when you get the chance."
Peter nodded as he finished up the braid with a hair tie, looking at it with a proud smile.
"Woah, that actually looks good." I said pretty astonished. Usually the best Peter could do was working
around with hair gel to hold down his curls.
Not long after, we started walking down to Harry's apartment building. It felt weird and empty with Norman, but we couldn't imagine how it felt for Harry.
As he walked in, we looked at eachother confused at the loud, banging music coming from the top floor, where we were headed.
"Maybe he's just blasting music while he's waiting." Peter shrugged, pressing the elevator button as he head up through the 10 levels.

The music got louder and louder as we reached the top floor. We then opened the door to see the room filled up with people, what looked to be a bar, and a DJ table with Flash Thompson as the DJ.
"This is not what I thought when he said a small party." I said loudly, trying to reach Peter through the loud music.
Gwen and Olivia walked over to us, with drinks in their hands.
"Hey guys! What took you so long?" Olivia said, also loudly taking a sip from her cup. I grabbed her arm and walked to a more private corner.
"What the heck is this?" I asked, her taking down the happy facade.
"I didn't know it was going to be this either, when Gwen and I got here everyone was here and Harry didn't act like anything was up, so we just went along with it."
"This can't be healthy, he's obviously not doing good because of his dad, he should't be,"
I looked over to see Harry sitting on a couch, drinking from a beer can.
"Drinking. Are you joking? He's underage!"
"Well what should we do? Everyone's here, we can't just kick them out. It's his party after all."
I just sighed and tapped my foot for a second, before coming up with an idea.
"Wait here, I'll talk to him."
I walked over to Harry, people on both sides of him. They all looked up at me, smiling.
"Mj! Finally you're here, you look amazing. Why don't you have a drink with me and we can go have some fun." Harry slurred his words, causing him to laugh more.
"Are you drunk? And no, I need to talk to you please."
"But we're just having fun, come on just join us." He said, trying to reach out and grab my arm.
"Harry, get up."
"What?"
"I said get up." I said loudly and firmly before grabbing his arm and pulling him up without another word from him.
I pulled him over to a more quiet spot, him looking at me, with a more confused smile. It was the first time I had seen him smile in awhile, which most likely wasn't a good thing.
"Harry, this isn't a good idea. You're not in a good headspace, okay? Why don't you have everyone leave and the 5 of us can hang out and watch a movie, no drinking." I took the can out of his hand, causing his smile to fade.
"Listen Mj, not that I expect you to understand, but now that Daddy isn't here I can do whatever I please. I don't need your input, if you don't like it, then leave." He swiped his can back out of my hand, and walked away without caring to hear my rebuddle. He didn't go back to the couch, but he went to the bar and got what I guessed was a shot, and downed it with a solemn look on his face.
"I'm guessing whatever you just did, didn't work." Peter said as he walked over, looking just as frustrated as I felt.
"Why don't you try and talk to him? He'd probably listen to you, you're his bestfriend not me."
We walked over to Harry, with a prepared speech for Peter to say, but before he could say anything Harry just looked at us, and didn't give him any chance.
"Peter? I'm surprised you're here, I didn't expect you to show up so I decided to throw a little something for myself. Drinks are over there, enjoy yourself." He walked away then, leaving Peter with a guilty look on his face.
"So all this is because of me, he thinks I don't care." He said, looking down.
"It's not your fault, he's just hurting I think."
Peter then looked back up, and looked at me with wide eyes.
"I have an idea, wait here."

It had been 10 minutes after Peter said he had an idea, he didn't tell me what it was so I had no idea what he had in idea. Whatever it was, was taking awhile.
I was about to go looking for Peter, but before I could I heard everyone gasp and I looked over to the middle
of the dance floor to see Spiderman standing there, the music turning off.
"Hey everyone! I just came to ask you all to leave, this party isn't the best for my friend Harry right now."
Harry looked at him with a face of hatred, whatever Peter was thinking he didn't remember how Harry already felt about Spiderman.
The plan did work, and everyone did leave. Peter stayed in the costume, and I held my breath as Harry walked over and looked at him without blinking.
"Whoever you are, the last thing I would call you is my friend. My father was probably your friend too, go tell that to him."
Harry then walked out with everyone else.