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Peter was happy. His head was leaned on the side of his boyfriends arm, his hand intertwined with said boy. His cheeks were red from the cold weather that January brought along and his eyes bright as he looked at all the lights that haven’t been taken down from Christmas yet.
“What’s got you so happy dalrin’?”
Peter could melt every time he heard the warm southern voice from Harley. It still made his heart flutter even after a year of dating.
Smiling, Peter stands on his toes and leans in to kiss Harley’s cheek. “Just glad to have you in my life, that’s all.”
Harley 'awed’ and pulled Peter into a proper kiss. “I love you too, Pete.”
“Love you more.” Peter said breathily.
Wrapping his arms around Harley’s waist, Peter leaned completely into his boyfriends side taking complete advantage of the warmth radiating off of him. He could never get enough of Harley. With his heightened sense, it was only more intense. Harley’s smell, the way he looks after showering, the way his skin feels against Peter’s hands, all of it. Harley was the only thing making Peter go as wild as he does.
Taking a whiff, Peter inhaled the familiar old spice scent pouring out of Harley. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the company of his boyfriend.
Out of nowhere, the hairs on the back of Peter’s neck rose and a whimper so quiet could only be picked up by his super hearing. Snapping his eyes open, he searched the area for the source.
“What are you looking for Pete?” Harley asked when Peter detached himself.
“I heard something.” Peter replies. “I don’t know what, but it sounded scared.”
Another whimper filled his ears. This one was a bit louder and easier to hear. He could tell because Harley’s head perked up a bit too.
Peter started walking in the direction he thought the sound was coming from. As he walked, crisp snow crunched under his boots and cold wind blew in his face. He didn’t stop. The whimpers only got louder prompting Peter to move faster. By now he was jogging to the sound.
When his eyes found the source, his heart nearly broke.
In front of him was an old cardboard box with mold and mildew all on the sides. An old grey cat sat next to the box curled into the box, but that’s not what was whimpering. No. The one whimpering was a child no older than one sitting in the box with tear tracks running down her cheeks.
“Oh my god.” Peter breathed out as he rushed to the box. “Oh my god! Harley!”
Yelling definitely wasn’t the right decision because the little girl flinched back in her box and started shaking more than she was before. Her little body was covered in nothing but a faded pink t-shirt that looked like it was meant for an adult and her hair was pulled up into a mess of curls. She was freezing out here on her own.
“Shh, shh.” Peter tried saying calmly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”
Slowly, Peter moved closer to the box lowering his hands into the cardboard, reaching for the girl. She was shaking and whimpering so hard by now that it caused the cat to get annoyed and trott off.
“Peter what the he- holy shit is that a baby?”
Peter sent Harley a glare when the girl flinched again but this time in his arms. Peter opened his jacket up and pressed the shivering girl as close to his body as possible so she could warm up. Against her will, she snuggled into the warmth.
“I-I just found her out here.” Peter stuttered as he bounced the girl ever so slightly. “She was the one whimpering. She’s freezing Harls, and looks at her! She’s so tiny!”
Harley ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. “Alright, okay, what’s the plan? What do we do with a kid Pete?”
“I don’t know!” Peter shouted. The little girl flinched yet again making Peter wince. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Her small fist latched onto Peter's shirt while said boy runned his hand up and down her back gently. She pressed her face into Peter’s chest probably in an attempt to warm her nose up from the cool January air.
“Let’s head back to the tower for now.” Harley suggested after a moment. “We can give her a warm bath, get some food in her, then move on from there. Alright?”
Peter nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Alright.”
His fingers kept moving along the girl back as softly as possible in hopes to keep her content. Wrapping part of his jacket around her, he followed Harley back to the tower so they could help the girl.