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"You're shaking," Peter whispers, holding his hands.
"No shit, Sherlock," Harry hisses, pulling his hands away.
Peter doesn't say anything about his reaction. He turns to the console, pushing the chair over. "Then we try again."
It's been a tense morning. They've been going back and forth on the cure, Harry not willing to do much today. Peter doesn't want to give up- he's awake and he's ready to test this morning.
Harry often can't say no to Peter. But he can complain.
And complaining he is.
"Can I at least get some lunch?" He pouts, "I'm hungry and I don't think that it's helping the shaking."
Peter hums. "Sure," He pushes his chair back over to Harry. "I think breakfast would be nice."
"Thank God," Harry stands, "I want to stop thinking about this stupid curse for five minutes."
He leaves, and Peter follows.
They stop at a small cafe, grab food.
It's just their luck that Spider-Man is suddenly required and Harry is left on his own again.
Peter returns far too late for Harry to even consider going back to the lab.