Peter Parker's Playlist

Sweater Weather

Author's Note: Hey if you're reading this! Thank you so much it means a lot! I really hope you enjoy this, it was a bit outside my usual but I think it turned out pretty well... if you enjoy this please consider leaving a comment? Anyways, thank you for reading my oneshots, I hope you enjoy!! - whoops... meant to post this a bit ago lol but better late than never I suppose!!

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There were a few things about Peter Parker that didn't change when he put on the Spiderman mask. One of which he did try to hint at in everyday life, even if he'd never explicitly said it before. For example, he always cuffed his jeans, he reflexively did peace signs and finger guns, and if you haven't guessed it already, he listened to Sweater Weather.

His friends knew, they were supportive, Ned being an ally and MJ was ace. May knew too, saying she loved him no matter what. Heck, even Tony knew, though that was a nerve-wracking experience. It takes a lot of nerve to come out to anyone, but to tell his f̶̶a̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶̶-̶̶f̶̶i̶̶g̶̶u̶̶r̶̶e̶ mentor, made him very anxious. Tony was shocked that Peter thought he wouldn't support him; he was the kid's  ̶f̶̶a̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶̶-̶̶f̶̶i̶̶g̶̶u̶̶r̶̶e̶ mentor after all.

So Peter being bi became more of an open secret after that, which was something he wasn't sure if he was grateful for when he met Harley.

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Harley arrived at the Avengers Tower for his long awaited tour on a Friday.

Harley walked into the lobby, scanning the room for Tony. He spotted him standing by the elevators and crossed the lobby. Harley was nearly skipping, buzzing with excitement when Tony opened the private elevator and they stepped in.

"Where're we going old man?" Harley grinned at Tony, so excited to be in Avengers Tower finally.

"Well there's someone I want you to meet," Tony shook his head and continued indignantly, "and I am not old."

"Whatever you say old-timer."

Tony was about to retort when the elevator doors opened, revealing a brown-haired boy about Harley's age on the couch. He was wearing a blue school sweatshirt and his hair was tousled in a way that made Harley's heart skip a beat.

"Hi Mr. Stark! How're you? I-" Peter was clearly about to start rambling, but cut himself off when he saw Harley and muttered an awkward, "Oh, hi... my name's Peter?"

Harley could see him blushing from across the room and noted to himself how cute Peter looked all flustered. When Tony nudged him with his elbow he realized he'd been staring.

"Oh uh, hey I'm Harley," Harley smiled awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly feeling conscious of his Tennessee accent.

"Oh hey Harley, oh wait is today Friday? I totally forgot I'm sorry but oh wow you're the kid who helped Mr. Stark and you made that potato gun right, oh wow Mr. Stark talks about you all the time-" Peter spoke almost in one breath, until he seemed to realize he'd been rambling, then he laughed a self-conscious laugh and blushed, shaking, "I'm so sorry I'm rambling."

"Kid you gotta relax," Tony laughed, strolling across the room to ruffle Peter's hair, "but yes, this is Harley. Why don't you kiddos go hang out for a bit, I have to go see Pepper."

As he left the room he muttered something about useless lovestruck teens, but neither of the boys caught his whispering or the slight shake of his head.

Both boys said goodbye and sat down on the couch to the TV that was playing some old reruns. Now that Harley could see Peter up close, he could see that his sweatshirt read 'Midtown School of Science and Technology'. His hair was in curls, and his eyes shone bright and his face was flushed.

Peter in the meantime, was admiring Harley all the same. He knew his face must have been bright red but he couldn't stop thinking about the fluff of his brown-blonde hair. Peter had to remind himself not to get lost in Harley's green eyes.

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Peter fell fast for Harley, a weightless, stomach-churning fall, the scariest type of all. Luckily for him, Harley fell quicker.

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Later that day, Harley was down in the lab with Tony.

"So kid, what do you think of Peter?"

"Oh, well he's pretty cu-cool. I think he's nice I guess."

Tony raised his eyebrows at the stuttered word, but didn't point it out, "I'm glad you two are getting along. Oh, speak of the devil."

"What about me?" Peter stopped as he was walking into the lab.

"I was just asking Harley how you too were getting along. But since it seems you're quickly becoming friends I'll be on my way. Pepper's waiting," Tony scooted behind Peter to leave the lab with a quick wave.

"Want to listen to some music?" Peter asked to break the awkward silence that had spread to fill every corner of the of the lab.

Harley looked up from the Iron Man suit he'd been tinkering on to nod. Peter pulled out his phone, opening Spotify and playing his 'Lab Days' playlist. The first song to play was Sweater Weather. Peter silently screamed at himself, but didn't change it.

Harley hummed along to the song, but then his eyes widened in realization. He looked across the lab and saw Peter's cuffed jeans under the table, then forced a stare at the piece of work he had in front of him. Harley hummed a bit louder, tapping his Converse as he stood from his chair to shimmy a movement that could (generously) have been called a dance.

The next song to play was No Plan by Hozier. Harley crossed the lab to sit on the table across from Peter.

"So, Sweater Weather?"

Peter looked up and mumbled a yes, looking back down at the webshooters he was modifying.

"Cool. I cuff my jeans too," Harley stood up, spinning slightly across the room to the Hozier song.

"Wait. Really?" Peter's head shot up, and he crossed the room in nearly one bound to turn Harley around.

"Y-yes, really," Harley tried to speak casually, but he was all too aware of how close him and Peter were, of how hard his heart was beating, and how Peter's hand on his arm from where he'd turned him around was still there.

"Oh- okay," Peter turned to go back to his table, he wasn't about to continue this conversation that made his heart beat out of his chest.

"Wait," Harley winced at his voice coming out a bit desperate, but knew if he stopped now he would probably never build this nerve up again. "Uh, so, uh- well you listen to Sweater Weather- and well so I- well I think you're really cute- uh, well, and uh, I was, uh. I thought you'd maybe want to go on a date with me, sometime? Just if you'd want to, and oh I'm rambling-"

"Harley," Peter cut him off, smiling, "I'd love to go on a date with you sometime. Could I kiss you?"

Harley smiled back, "yes."