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Penny’s lips were hot against Harry’s. She sighed as he pushed against her, pressing her harder against the soft mattress. A gasp escaped her when his lips moved onto her neck instead.
“No hickeys,” Penny ordered. Harry raised his head to look at her, a mischievous grin on his stupidly hot face.
“No hickeys.” He promised, “Not where your parents will see them.” He added with a wink. Penny giggled as Harry went back to-
“Penny, Penny!” Shit.
Penny sat up so fast, she accidentally bumped heads with Harry. They both turned to see Morgan standing at Penny’s now open door, holding her stuffed bunny (creatively named ‘Bunny’).
“Moomoo, hey cutie. What are you doing up so late?” Penny gestured for her to come closer and used her highest, friendliest tone. Harry crept out of the bed as Morgan jumped into it. Slowly, and quietly, he shut the door.
“Who’s that boy?” Morgan asked while she crawled into her big sister’s lap.
“That’s Harry Osborn. You met him a few weeks ago at daddy’s conference.” Morgan made a little “oh” sound.
“Why was he eating you?” From the corner of the room, Harry snorted. Penny glared and threw a pillow at him, which he easily caught.
“He wasn’t eating me, he was kissing me.”
“Is kissing fun?”
“Yep. But you know what’s more fun?” Penny prompted.
“What?” Morgan asked, head tilting to the side cutely.
“Solidarity.” The younger sister’s expression turned confused.
“What’s that?”
“It’s when you help someone out of loyalty. For example, you and I have sister solidarity. That means we won’t tell on each other when one of us does something bad. And we’ll help each other when one of us asks for it.” Penny explained with a smile. If Morgan snitched on her…
“Oh. But why would we do something bad?”
“Well, it doesn’t always have to be objectively bad. Sometimes the bad things are just things that mommy and daddy don’t want us to do.”
“Oh. But why would we do something mommy and daddy don’t want us to do?”
“Because sometimes their rules are annoying and pointless.” Penny said lightly. Morgan pouted.
“Like when mommy doesn’t let me have cookies.” Penny nodded fervently.
“Exactly. And with sister solidarity, if you told me you stole cookies when you weren’t supposed to, I wouldn’t be allowed to tell mom. Because that would be betraying your trust.” Morgan nodded in understanding. God damn, she might actually pull this off.
“I like sister soladairy!” Morgan announced.
“Solidarity. And good. So, moomoo, I need you to help me. I need you to not tell daddy or mommy that Harry was here tonight. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” Morgan agreed, her little face scrunched up in determination.
“Good. One last thing. I want you to go to mommy and daddy’s room and tell them you had a nightmare and you want to sleep with them.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want them to accidentally see Harry leaving. Remember, they can’t know he’s here.”
“Okay!” Penny looked past Morgan to where Harry was still standing by the door. He shot her a thumbs up and proud grin. Penny smiled and shook her head in return.
“Okay, moomoo, go to mommy and daddy.” She ordered, shooing the girl off of her bed and towards the hall. Before walking away, Morgan gave her a salute with the wrong arm.
“Sister solitaire!” She proclaimed. Penny laughed and ruffled the girl’s hair.
“Goodnight, Morgan.”
“G’night!” With that, Morgan left Penny’s sight. With a big sigh, Penny carefully closed her bedroom door and glanced at Harry.
“That worked out,” Harry said. Penny glared.
“For now. She has the memory of a goldfish, she'll probably forget solidarity by the time she reaches their door.” Penny said as she started gathering Harry’s stuff, which in the two hours he’d been with her, had somehow made its way all over her room.
“If she has a bad memory she’ll probably forget I was even here. Don’t worry, babe.” He replied, falling back onto her bed nonchalantly.
“Her memory isn’t bad, it’s selective. And usually not in my favor.” Penny muttered. “Kay, get up. You have to leave before she spills.” Harry pouted.
“Sometimes you make me feel like some random harlot you found on the streets.”
“Is that not what you are?”
“Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” He asked, sitting up. Penny rolled her eyes and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She gazed into the boy’s warm brown eyes for a moment before kissing him gently on the lips. She pulled away only slightly, letting their foreheads lean against each other.
“Goodbye,” Penny whispered. Harry gave her a dopey grin.
“Goodbye,” He whispered back. Just as Penny stood up, her door burst open. She whipped around and immediately groaned. In front of her was Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, and that little bitch Morgan curled up in her father’s arms.
“Harry Osborn, get out before I murder you.” Tony seethed. Harry got up and grabbed his bag like his ass was on fire. And, Penny supposed, if he wasn’t out in five minutes it would be.
“Wow, Morgan, what happened to sister solidarity?” Penny asked. Morgan looked at her, eyes innocent and dumb.
“What’s that?”
“You’re adopted.” Penny snapped. Morgan’s face fell.
“What?” She asked in horror. Pepper immediately rushed to pet Morgan’s hair gently.
“No, you’re not. And even if you were, we would still love you very much. Penny, not very nice.” Pepper said with a glare in Penny’s direction.
“Neither is snitching.” She countered.
“Don’t teach her that word,” Tony said, then pointed at Harry. “You, Penny, living room, now.” Harry cringed and looked around awkwardly.
“I, um, I thought you wanted me to leave?” He tried. Penny sent him a pitying look. Tony sent him a death threat in the form of a glare.
“You, Penny, living room, now.” He repeated.
“Yes, Mr. Stark,” Harry mumbled. The two trudged out of Penny’s bedroom and sat side by side on the couch. Tony came in not long after, after passing Morgan off to Pepper. He stared at the pair for a moment then gestured for them to sit farther apart. They obliged.
“Morgan says you two were kissing.” He said simply. Penny rolled her eyes.
“Morgan is five. I think we both know that when I was five, I did nothing but lie. Morgan and I are very similar.” She replied, trying to sound as composed as possible. Out of the corner of her eye, she checked up on Harry. He was trembling like a chihuahua.
“Morgan is nothing like you and you still do nothing but lie. You’re not helping your case.” Tony fired back. Okay, fuck being composed.
“I don’t think your curfew is fair. I’m almost sixteen and I have almost the same bedtime as a five-year-old.”
“Well, when you act like a five-year-old…”
“Dad.”
“Penny.”
“Harry and I were totally PG. We were just hanging out and talking. I kissed him on the lips once and that was right when Morgan came in. Without knocking, by the way. She needs to be trained better.”
“She’s not a dog.”
“You got her a leash when we went to Disney.”
“She’s a runner.” Tony argued, “Look, it doesn’t matter how PG you were. I told you no guests come over after curfew. Romantic or otherwise. You broke my rule and you did it to hang out with Harry Osborn of all people. How do you even know him?”
“You’re the one who keeps inviting the Osborns to your lame tech things.”
“Good point, I’ll stop.” Penny stood up, outraged.
“You can’t!” She yelled. Tony stood to match her.
“Why not? They’re my lame tech things. Are you mad because it’s the only time you get to see your boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Penny scoffed.
“I’m not?” Harry asked, finally joining the conversation.
“No. We’ve known each other for like a month.”
“I thought we've been dating for a month.”
“Oh. Is that why you brought me flowers the other day?” Harry sighed and stood up.
“You know, I should probably go.” Penny’s face fell.
“What? No?”
“What, yes.” Tony corrected. Penny glared.
“I thought you wanted to talk to him.” She said mockingly. Beside her, Harry groaned.
“Oh, right. Harry, sit.”
“He’s not a dog.” Penny snapped. Harry sat anyway. She and Tony followed accordingly.
“Well, he looks like one,” Tony muttered.
“Dad.”
“Penny.”
“I hate you.” Tony smiled at her sarcastically.
“And I love arguing with my fifteen-year-old at midnight when I should be sleeping with my beautiful wife too.” Again, she rolled her eyes. She glanced at Harry and frowned. He looked miserable. Maybe she should have asked if they were dating earlier. She had just kind of assumed…
“So, Harry Osborn. You think you’re dating my fifteen-year-old daughter? And how old are you exactly?”
“Seventeen, sir.” Tony nodded.
“Seventeen. And why did you think it was appropriate to date someone two years younger than you?”
“I- well-” Harry looked so pitiful, Penny simply had to step in.
“God, dad, I’ll be sixteen in like a month. And anyway, it’s not like he’s forty. He’s literally in high school.” Penny whined. Tony simply gave her a tired look and turned his attention back to Harry.
“Did you date her to get company secrets?”
“Dad-”
“I’m sure you’re well aware of Oscorps' falling stock prices. The kind of technology Stark Industries produces is much more worth a shareholder’s time.”
“Dad.”
“And of course, it would be easy to get that kind of information if you could get access to Stark tower by, say, seducing a naive girl with a high level of access.”
“Dad!”
“What?” Tony snapped, face furious but suddenly worried as he took in Penny’s expression. She glared at him with watery eyes. “Pen, I-”
“Harry, go home. I’m going to bed.” She stood sharply and, once she reached her bedroom, slammed the door shut. She sank to the floor and hugged her knees tight.
Harry hadn’t been using her. She wasn’t naive. Penny knew how to check if people were being real with her or not. She’d been famous her entire life, she knew how to deal with leeches. And Harry… Harry had been genuine. Her dad just had to go and ruin that too. Speaking of the devil…
“Penny, love, could you open the door?” Tony asked softly. Penny glared at the floor. She waited to see if he would leave.
“I want to talk to you.” So he wouldn’t. Begrudgingly, Penny rose and opened the door. She didn’t say anything as she made her way to sit on the bed. Tony followed her.
“I’m sorry I said those things. I know you’re not naive, but I just got worried. I always worry, you know that.” Tony apologized. His expression and tone were genuine, but Penny was just too annoyed to give in.
“I’m not a kid. I know not to associate with leeches.” She muttered.
“You’re a smart kid, I know-”
“I’m not a kid,” Penny repeated louder. Tony hesitated, his brow twitching in obvious annoyance.
“Penny,” Tony began. She knew she wouldn’t like where it was going, so she stopped him before he could even get a word in.
“I’m not a kid. I’m a teenager and I have my own life. I don’t need you to insert yourself in everything I do.” Penny said confidently. It was the wrong move. The eyebrow twitching had transformed into Tony’s full-blown pissed-off face.
“Penny, with all due respect, you’re fifteen and you can’t just sneak boys into the house. It’s against my rules and your mother’s-”
“Pepper’s not my mom,” Penny mumbled.
“Pepper is the closest thing you will ever have to a mother. She has helped raise you your whole life. Don’t you ever say that about her again.” Tony snapped. Eyes burning, she looked down in shame.
“Sorry.”
“You should be.” Tony sighed and shook his head, “I don’t like fighting with you, Penny. I hate it, actually. But when you break house rules and then get mad when I reprimand you, you can’t be surprised that I get mad back.”
“Sorry,” Penny said again, quieter. Tony looked at her for a moment, expression already softer.
“I really love you, pigeon. You girls are the most important thing to me. Always.” Penny just nodded, feeling too ashamed to speak.
“Get some sleep. We can figure out a proper punishment tomorrow.” He ruffled her hair and stood up to leave. He stopped at the door and gave her one last look.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me you love me back.” Penny sniffled and pouted in his direction.
“I love you back.” She muttered. Tony smiled.
“Goodnight, pigeon.”
“Night, dad.”