» ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ x ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀʟᴇʏ: ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ)

- Part 7

3rd POV

Peter winced as he opened his eyes, vision still bleary and out of focus.
 He felt bad - no - terrible.
As if some hit him over the head with a heavy and splintered log, and then stampeded on by a thousand angry hulks. As he tried to get up a few VERY colourful hushed words slipped out of his mouth.

"Fuck, that hurt like a fucking butt cheek on a stick. Were did he even get that fucking butcher's knife from anyways?" And so on, let's just say that Peter is lucky that Steve was on that morning run.

 A yellow blanket slid off Peter, not that he noticed though. He double tapped his silver bracelet, the suit retreating back into its container.

The sore spiderling took one look at his gash, and dismissed it seeing that it was probably healed enough to go on without a large bulky dressing.

 He pulled on a white science pun shirt and his grey jacket that only just clung onto his frame, along with some blue jeans. He winced again as he dropped down onto the bed, the wound stretching slightly. Burning as if it was on fire.

What did he get himself into?

"Fuck."

"Language Peter." A voice called, Peter's head immediately shot up, scanning his room for any signs of intelligent life. His heart beating fast in fear. He found a mass of sandy hair poking just above the top of one of the grey chairs in his room, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Harley?" He asked in disbelief, no it couldn't be. Maybe it was just his imagination, a hallucination, yeah. That's got to be it.

"That's my name darlin', don't wear it out." Peter's face paled, if it could anymore. 
"W-what are you- what are you doing here?" Harley stood up, walking up to the boy who was seated on the edge of the bed, eyes still clouded with confusion.

"Well, I came in here and happened to meet spiderman who was bleeding out." He placed his hands on either side of the bed, Peter trapped in between the arms that caged him in. His eyes widened, finally realising that someone found put his identity.

"And it pains me to see someone I like hurt that much, I mean is this a regular thing that happens to you? If so then you are like some sort of magnet that attracts weapons."

"You cant tell anyone Harley, please don't because if you do then everyone who knows will be in danger and they might target you and you might get hurt or worse- wait did you just say you like m-" He was cut off from his rant, a pair of lips made its way onto his own.

The flustered boy was stiff at first but immediately relaxed, the kiss only lasting for a couple of seconds. Yet, a million fireworks went of inside them both. They pulled away, but still only an inch away from each other's face. The shorter of the two's face dusted with a light pink blush.

"Fuck it, Peter. You worry to much. I really like you, maybe even an unhealthy amount. You're unfairly adorable and hot at the same time, and you honestly don't know how lucky I feel to have met you. So for once in your god damn life stop being so worried for others and live your own life." 

Peter's blush deepened, his mind buzzing with so many questions. But that didn't stop him from pulling the blond into another kiss.

"I like you to, but aren't you surprised or freaked out that I'm spiderman though?" Harley chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't be silly. Of course I am, I am internally screaming and freaking out right now that I just kissed a literal superhero. How could I not be surprised?"

"Yeah I guess so, well you should go get ready for school. It's nearly 8:30."
"Oh shoot you're right, and how are you going to school. Were you not stabbed literally a couple of hours ago?" Peter shrugged his shoulders, this definitely wasn't his worst injury so...
"Super healing, remember?"

"Too bad it won't heal innocence, I didn't know you had it in you to swear that much. I mean if Steve was here he'd have your head."

"Hey!"

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So....

They finally kissed.

YAY!

Hope you enjoyed this chapterrrrr.

Spoiler alert! Scroll all the way to the bottom very quickly if you don't want to see it.

Something does eventually happen, something that will make you hate me for a couple of moments. But the depression will not last long, I swear on Thomas Sander's life.

And also, someone explain this to me. Like WTF??? Thank you guys soo much, I feel so blessed.