Would You Miss Me? || parley

Part 6

today I took the wrong bus and ended up at a random high school 40 minutes away so that was really stressful

And yesterday I got 16/100 on my English essay so that's great

Anyway let's continue

This is kinda filler but it's angsty so whatever

TW: blood, wounds

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Peter yawned, doing a small stretch and immediately curling up with a pained yelp. Harley frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Maybe you'll feel better after some sleep?" The brunette nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Alright, I'll be right over here if you need anything, ok?" Harley pointed at the floor near the back wall.

"On the floor?" Peter wondered.

"Yeah, I don't want to go too far from you, just in case," the southern boy explained. Peter shook his head.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor. The bed is big enough for both of us, c'mon." Harley looked surprised, then a grateful smile spread across his face. He climbed into the bed, helping Peter move over to one side and get comfortable.

"Thank you." Peter turned his head, staring at Harley incredulously.

"No, I should be the one thanking you. You helped me a lot today," the smaller boy admitted, averting his eyes. "Thanks." Harley smiled, eyes flicking to Peter, then down to his lap. The brunette yawned, groaning softly.

"Goodnight, Peter." Harley turned off the lights, settling in under the covers.

"G'night Harls," he mumbled. A grin spread across the southern boy's face. Was that a nickname? He fell asleep quickly, happy thoughts running through his dreams.

However, those happy thoughts only existed in one side of that bed. Peter woke up suddenly, cold sweat running down his back. The gunshot wound hurt really bad, a stabbing ache in his gut. He whimpered quietly, eyes watering. Why was he in so much pain? He lifted up the hoodie Harley had given him, seeing the bandage on his abdomen stained crimson with blood. That didn't look good...

Peter grimaced, glancing at Harley asleep next to him. One hand over the bloody bandage, the brunette slowly and painfully got out of bed, stumbling his way to the bathroom and closing the door so he didn't disturb Harley. He took off the borrowed hoodie, sitting against the wall. Peter hesitantly peeled up the corner of the bandage, revealing a bloody mess underneath.

"Peter?" Harley knocked on the bathroom door, voice mulled with sleep. "You ok?"

"Uhh..."

"Can I come in?" Peter reached up and opened the door for the blond, who looked tired, but worried. "Oh, that's blood."

"Yeah, no shit." Peter threw out the soiled bandage, his bullet wound exposed.

"Doesn't look good," Harley mumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily. The brunette gave the southern boy a look, frowning. "Here, I'll help."

"Woah, hold on." Peter pushed Harley's hands away. "Can you wake up first?" Harley nodded, splashing cold water on his face. He turned back to the bleeding boy, eyes open and more focused.

"I'm up," he confirmed. Peter moved his arms away from the bleeding wound. "Um... ok, no need to panic, I think the new skin is just fragile." Harley took out the first aid kit out from under the sink, grabbing the hydrogen peroxide. "Maybe we should clean it with this."

" ...Fine, " Peter agreed hesitantly. Harley poured some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton round, gently pressing it against the hole in Peter's abdomen. The brunette let out a yelp of pain, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning his head against the wall. Harley wiped away the blood, taping a clean bandage over the wound

"Done." The smaller boy cracked his eyes open, grateful for Harley's help. He took a shaky breath, grabbing the hoodie he had left on the floor. "Wait, I don't think you should be moving that much. Let me help you," the blond insisted, taking the hoodie. Harley slowly and carefully helped Peter into the hoodie, making sure not to put too much stress on his injury.

"I suppose you're going to carry me back to bed then?" Harley grinned, nodding.

"Of course, darlin'." He picked up the smaller boy bridal style, not seeing the pink tint on Peter's cheeks. They both got into bed, Peter immediately curling on his side out of habit. Harley frowned. "You have to sleep on your back."

"I move too much in my sleep," the brunette shrugged, frowning.

"Alright, hold on, no problem." The southern boy grabbed pillows and blankets, piling them up on either side of Peter. "That should help."

"It's cozy," the smaller boy mused, snuggling into the nest Harley had built to keep him in place.

"You like it?" Peter nodded happily, yawning. "Good. Night, darlin'." Hidden by the pillows and blankets around him, the brunette did a small happy hand movement. Harley had called him darlin'... Peter felt a connection to this new boy, connected how, he wasn't sure. But he knew for sure that they had been destined to meet.

it was a lil short but I had quite a day and I really just need to take a nap before trying to do some homework (even though it's already almost 8 pm but time is meaningless)