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"Mr. Parker, do you want to tell me why you came into class late?" Mrs. Dores asks when Peter walks into her class, ten minutes late.
"I forgot I had this class next" Peter lies. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again Mrs. Dores."
"It's the fifth day of school" Mrs. Dores states.
"Yeah and I'm still remembering my schedule but I promise it won't happen again" Peter promises.
"You have a warning. Next time, it's a detention" Mrs. Does informs.
Peter nods his head and walks over to his seat while Flash points at him and laughs. Harley looks at him confused but doesn't say anything since Mrs. Dores is going on with her lesson.
Flash had other plans though.
Barely a second after, his spidey senses warns him from an oncoming attack from behind. Ignoring his senses, a paper ball hits him in the back of his head. He turns in his chair to grab it but before he can, Harley swipes it off from the floor.
He opens it up and without saying anything and scribbles something down. Turning back around in his chair, he throws the paper right back at Flash. Since Flash was looking down at his phone, he didn't see the paper ball flying his way.
Smack!
Peter and Harley hold in their laughter after watching the ball hit Flash in the face. It falls down onto his lap while Flash's face turns to anger. Harley sticks up his middle finger before turning around, making Peter do the same.
No more paper balls were thrown around during the period.
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"You think you're some hot shit Keener?!" Flash shouts, stepping in front of Peter and Harley, blocking their path from the rest of the hallway.
When the bell rang, Flash was quick to leave. They thought he left because he was embarrassed but nope, it was to stop the two of them from going to lunch.
"Sure" Harley shrugs.
"Well you're not!" Flash pathetically retorts.
"Ok? You're not hot shit either Eugene" Harley rolls his eyes.
"Whatever. We all know why penis was late to class" Flash scoffs, switching over to bully Peter.
"It's disgusting how many times you say the word penis. It's like you want to see his" Harley points out.
"I do not!" Flash shuts down.
"Sure you don't" Harley replies.
"You know Parker here has randomly started showing up or leaving early for who knows what ever since last year. Haven't you heard the rumors Keener? Parker here is either a male escort or he's trying to bribe the teachers to give him good grades cause we all know he's here on a scholarship but he isn't smart enough to maintain it" Flash explains.
"That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard you say and you say a lot of stupid shit" Harley chuckles.
"Those aren't even the rumors and I leave because of my Stark internship. Sometimes there's meetings interns have to go to and I don't make the times" Peter lies.
"Everyone knows you don't have a Stark internship" Flash scoffs.
"You literally told us how you saw me get into the car that takes Peter to his internship" Harley recalls.
"Supposedly! And if it were, then how come you don't go to these meetings?" Flash questions.
"Because he's been interning longer so he's at a higher rank" Harley claims.
"I'm not believing anything you two say. Neither of you have internships. We all know Parker made that up because his uncle got shot in front of him and that's why teachers took pity on him" Flash jabs.
Harley's right hand turns into a fist while his eyes darken like a storm cloud. Peters own eyes goes wide and quickly grabs onto Harley to pull him away.
"Let's just go to lunch, it's going to end soon" Peter cuts in with pleading eyes.
"What? I was just about to sucker punch that hoe!" Harley shouts.
"Let it go, please" Peter pleads while he drags Harley through the hall.
"Peter, you can't let him just talk shit to you" Harley informs.
"It doesn't matter Harley" Peter states.
"Yes it does!" Harley protests.
Peter lets go of Harley and spins around to face him. He sees the anger in Harley's face while Harley sees the hurt on his.
"It doesn't matter, now can we please just drop it?" Peter asks with a desperate tone.
The hallways are empty, everyone either making it to class or lunch. The bell rings and no one's left besides them and the silence.
"Ok" Harley relents with a sigh.
"Thanks" Peter thanks before turning back around and heading off to lunch. Harley follows after him and doesn't say a word.
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It's last period of the day and it just had to be gym class. Sure Ned, MJ, and Harley are in his class but he still hates it because he has to deal with Flash and making sure he doesn't accidentally out his own identity.
It's why when he's doing sit ups, he's making sure to go extra slow. He partnered up with Harley while Betty Brant and Ned partnered up together. MJ never participates so she's sitting on the bleachers and somehow, is still passing gym. If anyone else were to do it, they'd be failing. Peter doesn't know how she threatened Coach Wilson but it worked.
"Come on Peter, you're doing this slower than I was and I never had to do this bullshit at Rosehill" Harley points out.
"I just don't work out" Peter claims.
"Me neither" Harley retorts.
Coach Wilson blows his whistle, ending the exercise. Peter lets out a relieved sigh and stands up with Harley.
"I got fifty-eight! Beat that everyone!" Flash brags.
"You got exactly fifteen pushups in the two minutes you had Eugene" MJ calls him out making some people chuckle with laughter.
"No I didn't!" Flash denies while his face is all red with embarrassment.
"Quiet down everyone! We're moving onto dodgeball! You know how it works. Sport players on this side, nerds on that. Get moving!" Coach Wilson blows his whistle, making everyone run to their designated side.
"Flash doesn't play a sport, does he?" Harley questions.
"No but he used to play football. Coach Wilson doesn't care where he goes because he just doesn't care in general" Ned explains.
"I didn't even know this school had any sports teams honestly" Harley exclaims.
"It just isn't popular and the teams are always bad. Sometimes they'll be a good player or two in whatever sport but that doesn't usually happen" Peter shrugs.
"Alight everyone! Get on the lines, no cheating! On my whistle, you go. You all know the rules so don't be babies about it" Coach Wilson interrupts. After a moment of silence, letting his words sink in, he blows the whistle.
Nobody on the nerd side bothers to grab a ball because all of the athletes come crashing in. Balls are getting thrown everywhere making Peters spidey senses keep going off to which he ignores.
"Check this out Parker!" Flash shouts.
Peter turns his way despite his senses screaming at him and gets hit in the eye with the dodgeball. He falls down making Ned help him get up only for him to get knocked down too by a ball to his side. Harley grabs the ball that hit Peter and turns to look at Flash who is distracted, dodging another ball.
"I think you dropped this Eugene!" Harley calls out. Harley throws the ball right as Flash looks, hitting him right in the nose. Flash falls down with a thud while Harley flashes him an evil smile. "Oops."
"Thompson! Nurses office! Don't get blood anywhere!" Coach Wilson shouts.
Flash gets up from the floor and storms out of the gym leaving the trio to laugh. Harley hauls Peter and Ned up from the floor and even though Harley didn't get out, they all walk off anyways to join MJ at the bleachers.
"Finally, someone besides me hits Flash back" MJ comments once the boys sits down at the bleachers.
"Yeah that was awesome!" Ned informs.
"He deserved it" Harley shrugs. "You ok Peter? It seems like your eye is bruising."
"We should go to the nurse and get an ice pack" Ned suggests.
"No, it'll be fine. I'm sure it won't bruise badly, his throws aren't that hard" Peter replies.
"Fine only if we tell Tony that I'm the one who punched you" Harley agrees.
"Dude he's going to kick you out of the tower" Ned laughs.
"Seriously? Geez Parker, are you his secret kid or something?" Harley wonders.
"Definitely not" Peter denies.
"I wouldn't be surprised" Ned chuckles.
"Are you his secret kid?" Peter asks.
"Nope, just found a looter in my garage" Harley recalls.
"Oh my god are you drawing Flash? That's so cool! You did that so fast!" Peter compliments, noticing MJs drawing of Flash on the floor, holding onto his bloody nose and looking stressed and angry.
"You should hang that on his locker" Harley suggests.
"Maybe I should" MJ nods in agreement before turning to Peter, "and thanks."
A blush creeps onto his face making him quickly look away. Harley catches it though and sends Peter a smirk.
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Peter and Harley slide into the backseat of one of Tony's cars while Happy watches them through the mirror. He's about to pull away when something catches his eyes.
"Where did you get that black eye?" Happy questions.
"Oh uhh you know...earlier...today" Peter answers.
"Did you give him that?" Happy asks, turning to face Harley.
"What? No! Just because I don't like him doesn't mean I'm going to punch him" Harley exclaims.
"Flash did" Peter mumbles.
"That kid needs to get expelled" Happy scoffs as he turns back around to face forward.
"It's fine, MJ broke his nose playing dodgeball" Peter sort of lies.
"It's what they say, Karma's a bitch" Happy replies while he pulls away from the school and enter the city traffic.
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"You're taking up all the air" Peter tells Harley once Happy gets off of the elevator.
They made it to the tower in silence. Happy put the divider up and Harley and Peter decided to give the man a break so they stayed quiet. Even in the elevator, they stayed quiet until Happy left. Now, they just had to act a bit in front of Friday.
"I can hear your breathing from here" Harley argues.
"Your breathing is so loud it sounds like a cannon" Peter compares.
The doors opens up, revealing the lab but Harley continues.
"Oh yeah? Well your breathing sounds like a pugs!" Harley protests.
"Fighting already? You two just got here!" Tony cuts in from where he's working on his repulser.
"Harley started" Peter informs.
"No he did!" Harley claims.
"I don't care who started it. Let's just have a fun and calming lab day" Tony settles when he catches Peter's eye. "Who gave you that?"
"Flash" Peter answers without explaining anything further.
"Did you at least get a good punch in?" Tony wonders.
"You know I didn't. MJ broke his nose in dodgeball" Peter explains.
"I would've loved to see that" Tony replies.
"So what are we doing?" Harley wonders.
"You two can either work on your own projects or I can give you SI projects. I need to continue upgrading my repulsers but it shouldn't take too long, I'm almost done" Tony suggests.
"Are you upgrading it to better fit the nanotechnology?" Peter questions.
"Yeah but I'm also just adding more levels of power and all that" Tony nods. "I'll let you two know when I do the test run so you can watch."
"Sounds good mech" Harley replies before heading over to his workbench.
A couple of minutes passes by with Friday playing the lab playlist when Tony announces that he was done. Peter and Harley stop what they were doing and follows Tony more into the lab. He brings both teens to a safe distance while he goes to the testing area of the lab.
"So you think you figured it out?" Harley wonders.
"Of course I figured it out, I'm Tony Stark" Tony scoffs. "Don't ever doubt me."
"Pepper does a lot of that when it comes to certain things" Peter reminds.
"Oh shush. You want to see this in action or not?" Tony questions.
"Well then what are we all waitin' for? Go show off" Harley gestures.
"Gladly" Tony hums in satisfaction. Turning on his repulsers, Tony starts to lift in the air at a slow pace. "Hmm could work on-AHHHHHH!!"
Before finishing that sentence and cutting into a scream, Tony's repulsers go haywire. He gets shot towards the left before flying backwards and hitting the wall. Both boys are screaming his name as he falls and face plants onto the ground.
"Oh man, oh my god, Mr. Stark are you ok?!" Peter shouts in worry.
"Tony you conscious? Earth to Tony!" Harley calls out.
"His hearts still beating, that's a good sign. Mr. Stark, wake up" Peter instructs while holding onto his arm making Harley think he found his pulse but really, it was his enhanced hearing.
"You think he hit his head hard enough? It seemed like he landed on it" Harley recalls.
"Probably. Mr. Stark, wake up or else I'm going to trash the lab" Peter fakes threatens.
"Yeah come on Tony, we were joking. Peter and I get along great actually! Now we're both going to trash your lab" Harley admits.
"H'rley?" Tony whispers. "P-Peter?"
"Yeah?" Harley replies.
"What is it Mr. Stark? Where are you hurt?" Peter wonders.
"Y-you're...both grounded" Tony states while he moves into a sitting position.
"Careful Mr. Stark! You could've have broken something! Friday get-" Peter scolds.
"Wait...was this a prank to get back on us? How in the hell did you figure it out?!" Harley questions as Tony bursts into fits of laughter.
"That's not funny Mr. Stark, we thought you were seriously hurt!" Peter informs.
"I'm never caring about you again" Harley declares.
"I'm really thinking about trashing the lab" Peter claims before sighing. "Are you sure you're still alright? I mean that was still a bad fall."
"I'm ok kid, don't worry. It was all a part of my revenge to get back at you heathens" Tony smirks. "As for figuring it out, Clint is here and we talked."
"Oh my god you got dad advice from Hawkeye!" This time, it was Peter's turn to laugh with Harley joining in.
"Laugh it all up you two, you're still grounded for this stunt" Tony reprimands.
"Shouldn't you be grounded by your stunt to? Pepper can totally ground you" Harley argues.
"Uhh no, mine was for revenge purposes. You two on the other hand, just wanted me to have heart failure" Tony protests.
"Come on! You put me in Midtown with some of the same classes as Peter and expect us not to know each other before coming here? We all know you were thinking we were either going to be best friends or enemies so we were just picking the latter" Harley points out.
"Which was really evil of you. Since you two are friends though, want to explain that black eye?" Tony wonders, looking over at Peter's face.
"I wasn't lying, it's from dodgeball. Instead of MJ though, Harley threw a dodgeball at Flashs nose and broke it. MJ wasn't participating, she was drawing everyone in crisis as usual" Peter shrugs.
"Nice, good work on breaking that kids nose Harls" Tony high fives while Peter rolls his eyes.
"So we even now?" Harley wonders.
"Oh no, I'm still pissed but...I'm glad you two are friends and worked together against me. I knew you two had it in you" Tony smiles.
"Aww that's cute" Harley teases.
"Shut up" Tony swats him away. "You two are dangerous together. Thor, help me."
"We could build a missile next" Harley offers, face brightening up.
"You're definitely getting kicked out of the tower" Peter mutters.
"I miss the days when my biggest problem was Ultron" Tony sighs.