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"Ya know, Parker....those glasses have began to grow on me," the blonde huffed out, chest rising and falling in a waltz like pace alongside the sporadic beat of his racing heart.
Peter snickered, head tilting back against the wall of the alley as he let the laugh consume him. He allowed his eyes to close, relishing in the their matching heart beats even if he knew his heart was beating with other intention.
"Yeah.....they should be, Keener."
Or, in which Peter is a little shit, Harley is socially awkward, Shuri is a blessing in disguise and the Avengers are kind of a mess. Oh, and Morgan is like a carbon copy of her dad- you can judge whether that is a good or bad thing.
Feat Fury slander (kinda), and Deadpool shenanigans accompanied by a tired Mat Murdock.