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Part 13

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In the first two weeks of school we received 2 massive assignments that are worth like 40% (or more) of our report mark, and was hinted that we are getting another one.

I literally finished it the night before it was due.

like very other assignment that I've ever done. ( like what, 10?)

But I still get A's for my shiz.

like, HoW?????

well, that's my rant for the day, enjoy your chapter!

let's also pretend for a moment that the fanart above is not billdip, I just used it cuz it like matches up with Peter and Harley's descriptions so well.

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Tony's POV

A smirk made its way to my mouth as I quickly locked the lab doors and vents to prevent the chance of escape, I set up the camera's livestream in the large living room. The holographic screen wide, covering up at least a third of the white wall.

The team was seated around it, some were just on the floor, sitting in a line and braiding each other's hair. Clint was in the vents, and the rest were on the seats which varied in size, shape and colour. 

Bowls of flavoured popcorn was shared amongst us all, well. Except for Thor, the god of thunder (I accidentally wrote tinder) just held a box of pop tarts protectively as if they were his children.

As soon as the sound recording was on the chatter faded so that only the occasional whisper was heard.

Peter was currently sitting upside down on one of the light blue stools, his legs resting on the top of it. A small machine in his hands. Harley was just sprawled across the couch groaning and muttering about something before turning his head to Peter and sticking his tongue out, huffing.

"Jeez Peter, how is this even possible?" The team and I shared confused looks, it was dead silent.
"I mean you didn't have to go that fast! My fudging legs are dead now because of you, you literally had to carry me down here to the labs!"

Peter chuckled, shaking his head.
"You're the one that wanted to go that fast, I could of slowed down for you you know."

"Yeah well I though that I could handle it, but now because of my stupidity my legs aren't functioning. How can you even go that hardcore?!"

A small chuckle came from Peter once again, but nothing but silence followed. 

An awkward silence.

I sucked in a breath, wringing my hands together. Breaking the silence that took control of the group for the last minute and a half.

"I always though that Peter was bottom, not top." The living room was soon filled with loud chatter, everyone ranting about how surprised they were. I could only hear snippets of what they were saying, but a few words was all I needed.

"Wow, Peter doesn't seem to be as innocent as we thought."
"Tony, your son just fucked with Harley."
"CAW CAW MUDDA TRUCKERS!"
"PeTeR FuCkEd HaRlEy!"
"When do you think that they did it?"

Scott's eyebrows were furrowed, he sat up from his original position which was, unsurprisingly, being sprawled on the coffee table. "Wait a minute, if they did fondue and all of that stuff. Then does that mean that they were already together or something?"

Silence overcame the group once again, everyone (but Nat) was in deep thought.

"Ahh, so did the son of Tony have sexual intercourse with young Harley?" Thor asked through a mouthful of pop tarts.
"I-i guess so?"

Thor hummed, continuing to stuff his face with pop tarts.

"You know Peter, next time we train on the treadmill we are not going to do two miles. Honestly, I haven't even had my coffee yet."
"'M'kay, sure Harls."

I let out a sigh of relief, sinking back into my chair.
"So they didn't fondue, that good. I guess they're not together yet. We'll have to think of another plan."

Nat sighed, shaking her head and pulling out her phone. Training it on me as she hit the record button.

"What are you doi-"

"Hey darlin', when are we telling old man that we're dating?"

Peter answer came quickly as if he knew what was happening all along.
"I have a feeling that they just figured out." He looked directly at the camera, I cursed and quickly shut off the live stream. Falling off the back of the red armchair with a heavy thud.

"OH SHI-"

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Happy birthday Peter Parker! (10th of August)

I couldn't do a birthday chapter today, but I will eventually do one of them as well to make up for missing this one.