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‘But what about the guest rooms? Surely you have somewhere else he can stay?’ Peter whined.
Tony had just announced that Harley would come over for a week and that Peter and him had to share Peter’s room. Which wasn’t that great because Peter had a big enough crush on Harley without them having to share a room for a week on end.
‘I told you, the Bartons are coming over and they’ll all need their own rooms. Not to mention you promised to babysit Cassie while Scott had to go to Europe on that business trip with the Van Dynes,’ Tony said patiently. Somehow he knew that, even though his son was a brilliant young man who got the highest grades in class, he could also be very stubborn when it came to certain things. It had taken him weeks to even believe that Tony wouldn’t mind if he called him dad. The adoption had been finished a month before that.
‘Yes but can’t you find any other way to let me keep my privacy?’
‘No can do, kid. Sorry.’ Tony chuckled internally when his son’s ears turned bright red.
‘Fine, but I’m getting some sort of compensation. I take payment in the form of food,’ Peter sighed, wanting to go have his gay panic in the privacy of his room.
‘Fine. I’ll get Bucky to bake you a bunch, okay?’ Bucky’s baked goods were legendary in the Stark Tower.
‘Yes. Yes, you will,’ Peter said, glaring at his father with the best stare he was capable of. Which wasn’t much.
He retreated to his room. He sat down on his bed and put his head into his hands. These next few weeks very well could kill him.
–o0o–
After getting past the initial betrayal of his father, Peter began panicking. His brain ever so helpfully provided him with scenarios in which Harley somehow found out about Peter’s crush, and would be absolutely appalled. Peter just knew that he was going to have to act natural. And of course, he was trash at that.
First, he cleaned his room. He put everything in the drawers, threw out all of the old candy wrappers, pizza boxes, takeout bags, anything that was way overdue to leave his room.
Next was his laundry. At first, he didn’t know how it worked, but he just decided to throw everything that was lying on the ground into the hamper in the corner. Apparently, it was connected to the washing machine or something, because he heard a quick zooming noise coming from the corner, and when he looked in it everything was gone. Peter suspected it was his dad’s idea. Tony could create the ultimate lazy things if he wanted to, which apparently he did.
After he was finished cleaning his room he decided that wasn’t enough of a stressful vibe, so he spent most of his last free weekend in his room, stressing about literally everything that was going on. Which wasn’t good. That weekend, the second Harley was mentioned, he immediately went into panic mode.
The team probably already had a secret meeting, because Clint.
‘Psst. Hey, Spidey.’
Peter heard the voice, although he couldn’t place it immediately.
‘God?’
‘No you idiot, it’s me, Clint, I’m in the vents,’ Clint whisper-shouted. He was good with spy stuff, but not with his family. They simply knew him too well. ‘Although, if you see me as a god, that’s completely fine, you know. I sometimes forget that I’m human too.’
‘Ha ha. Now, what do you want?’ Peter was honestly already dead from his anxiety being closer to the roof these past few days.
‘I just wanted to say that our meeting has just finished, and we all laughed quite some at the fact that Friday told us you cleaned your room, which, I’m pretty sure you have never even seen a washing machine, so that says a lot. Tony said it was because Harley would be here in a couple of days, which means that you cleaned your room for him, and we all collectively decided that that was adorable. Bye!’
And before Peter could web Clint to the vent (he had done it before and so help him he’d do it again) Clint scurried away, probably to pelt the team with nerf darts.
Peter returned to his thoughts. He was probably going to either die, or murder someone, or preferably, both.
Him, Harley, Shuri and Loki were a little group. It was usually a lot of fun when they were all together, and as three geniuses and a Trickster god, they were pretty infamous in the Tower. They were even called the Tower Terrors, because apparently even among the employees they were notoriously known.
Loki had been staying in the Tower, as part of his “punishment” for trying to overtake New York (apparently Tony could give him punishments?) but they all knew it was because if Loki were to be separated from Peter, his adopted brother, he would probably throw a hissy fit that would destroy about half the earth. Which wasn’t good. So he stayed in the Tower.
Shuri often came by as well, claiming that it was important to establish connections everywhere, but Peter knew that Shuri didn’t go anywhere outside Wakanda besides SI. He was alright with that.
And then there was Harley. Tony had brought him in on a random day, telling Peter, ‘This is Potato Boy. Potato Boy, this is Peter, my adopted son.’ and that was about it.
They had bonded over being Tony Stark’s sons, even though only Peter had been adopted. Harley had been coming over for quite a while now, and Tony had decided that his own (not so) secret (the Avengers wouldn't know privacy if it kicked them in the face) ship of Potato Boy and his son was to be given one more try. After that, he’d give Harley his own room. But first, he wanted to see what would happen if they were forced to be in very close quarters for an extended period of time. It was a small experiment of his. Pepper felt bad for Peter, but the entire team had seen Harley flirting with Peter and him just being too oblivious to see it., which, obviously, made them all very annoyed at the Mini-Boss.
They suspected they needed just one more nudge in the right direction for Peter to accidentally spill the tea on liking Harley or Harley to just tell Peter that he’d been blatantly flirting with him since about day 1 of them meeting each other. And this weekend was the weekend that it was going to happen, they could all feel it.