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Who does this guy think he is? Does he really think he could just walk up in here and act like he runs the place? This is Stark industries not Parker industries.
Of course I’ve never met him, nor spoken to him, nor anything with him but with all the stuff I've heard around the tower I can assure you that this guy is a total and absolute douchebag.
Everyone is saying how cool this guy is and how he just walks into a lab, his lab with his head high and a smirk on his face. God I wish I could just punch that smirk off his face.
And worst of all I haven't even met his character, I needed to talk to Tony about this right now.
That's how I find myself stomping down to Stark's office, ready to tear down the door if he doesn't answer my questions about this mysterious guy.
I slam the door open, ready to absolutely bash into Tony for not telling me about this guy until I saw the most beautiful face on the planet.
With my hand still on the doorknob my mouth drops, who the hell is this person and why is he so pretty? Is that even the right word, thank the lords that he can't hear my thoughts right now.
Wait, can he? No of course not, he's not a superhero, right? Oh my, I really just wanna kiss that soft smile on his face.
“Uhm Harley? You should close your mouth so that the flies down find a new home.” Oh, maybe he's right. Wait no Tonys never right.
“Shut up old man.” I swallow trying to regain my thoughts. Why was I here again?
The pretty boy snorted a little at my comment and my cheeks instantly reddened, he liked my joke. Tony seems to notice and a total sense of dread falls onto his face.
“Oh no.” He whispers, I start to fidget with my fingers to bring me back to task.
“Oh yeah um Tony, who's that new douchebag guy?” The pretty boy's eyebrows shot up as he gained a smirk on his face, oh no.
It's him isn't it, he's my number one enemy that i've never met, of course my luck is that bad.
“I believe that would be me then.” And just like that my whole day is ruined, who has it out for me? Surely Thor pulled some strings and got his God friends to torture me, thats the only reasonable explanation.
“Oh ok, well fuck you, and you too Tony.” I wave goodbye and slam the door shut, no way that just happened.
I start running down the hall and down the stairs to get to my room, once the door is closed I lean my back against the door and slide down with my head in my hands.
What the fuck. How could the most beautiful person on the Earth be the biggest dick in the universe?
I sigh and pull on the ends of my pants trying to think, maybe he isn't that bad. I haven't really had a full conversation with me so maybe I’m just wrong about the situation.
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I wasn't wrong, he is the absolute worst being on the planet.
Before my opinion wasn't fully completed, (maybe this guy was actually nice and it was just rumors?), The Avengers called down everyone for training. At first it started off normally, everyone was working on their own thing.
I was on the bench press, then the leg press and before I could start lifting weights, Steve and Bucky were sparring.
Everyone stopped to watch, this was a once and a while sight and no one was going to miss it.
Every training day at least two people would ask them to spar, repeatedly they said no, I guess they finally agreed today. We all gathered next to them, the first couple minutes was just circling each other while saying insults.
Then everything happened so quickly, I could barely tell you what happened. All I know is that Steve flipped Bucky, Bucky hit Steve more times than Steve to him, Steve got mad and almost pinned him down but Bucky found a weak spot and attacked, making him win.
We all watch in awe as we breathe heavily and stare at each other, flopping down beside each other and resting, and I remember my gay awakening was seeing Steve fight.
This started a whole tournament on the best sparer, somehow I got dragged into it (Just like every activity I do with the Avengers) and I ended up fighting with Peter. Everyone has already left to go make food but Peter and I stayed behind.
“Let's spar.” Peter had suggested after the last Avenger had left the room leaving just us. Stupidly I said yes.
We shook hands at the beginning and got into our positions, our fight started in the same way that almost every spar does, circling, waiting. Eventually it seems as if Peter loses patience and strikes.
He dives and wraps around my waist, which makes me feel some type of way but not the time right now. I fall to the ground and start to kick him in the stomach, pushing him away from me.
Peter doesn't seem to be affected by this, he quickly gets out of the way of my legs and grabs my arm, twisting me so that I’m on the ground, arm in the sky almost impossible to get out.
Almost.
I pull on the arm he's holding, making him fall and I roll over him, making me straddle him with my hands holding onto his shoulders and faces to close for comfort.
We seem to be frozen, Peter then tries to squeeze out of my grip but I tighten my legs around him and push down more, for some reason I see red on his face.
I bend down so that my mouth is right next to his ear, “Give up. I won” the boy under him shivers, before I start to celebrate my win he reaches up and pushes my chest, letting there be enough room for his leg to kick my stomach off him.
The wind gets knocked out of me, but ignoring that Peter rolls on top of me, being in the same position I was just in a second ago.
I try to do the same maneuver but it doesn't work, he's too strong.
I swallow, red going all over my face taking a deep breath in. Peter being right on top of me and pressing down on places I didn't think would be pressed down on was making it hard for me to remember that I was meant to hate this guy.
We were both breathing heavily, mouths open and frozen in this position, unknowing of what to do next, if what we really want to do will ruin everything or not.
Peter goes a bit closer to my ear and whispers, “You really wanna do this?” I suppress a shudder and slowly nod, and that was all the confirmation he needed.
Peter's lips connected with mine, my hand was roaming his torso while the other gripped onto his hair and tugged, making a small moan come out of the brown haired boy.
I smile softly at my success of making him feel that way, Peter's tongue glides against my lower lip as if it was asking permission to enter. I opened my mouth just the slightest bit for him.
Peter's hips started moving on top of mine, making me groan, “Peter.” I signed out.
This just seemed to drive Peter more into ruining me, his hand played with the bottom of my shirt, lightly dragging it up to make room for him to glide against my stomach.
“Fuck, why do you have abs?” Peter mutters against my lips confused.
“Never know when some pretty boy is gonna touch your stomach.” I reply, then immediately chase after Peter's lips.
Holding my waist down he starts kissing along my jawline, probably leaving a hickey just below. I drop my head back to give more access and Peter sure does use it.
I pull him up by his hair to make sure he hears me, “Shouldn't we be training and not making out.” And instantly after I say that I hear a groan and Peter rolls off of me.
“You suck Keener.”
“I love you too darling.”