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Peter was fine,
No
he was more than that
He was amazing
He had an amazing life, with amazing friends, he was an amazing athlete, with amazing grades and an amazing GPA
Everything was amazing…
Right?
Everything should be amazing
His dad is ironman for fucks sake
So why does he feel like this?
Peters is so exhausted.
not so much physically, but mentally
He's tired of that rich boy persona that
popular, cocky attitude
but it’s more than that,
mostly it’s the life he lives
He's tired of all the expectations, all the charity dinners, the galas, the interviews. The attention the
“ When are you stepping up and letting your old man retire?”
“ Are you the next Ironman?”
“ how is it to hold such a legacy?”
Fuck
he needs a drink just thinking about it
So here he is getting ready to go to his 3rd party this month and its only the 10th
Tony knocks on his doorframe,
pulling peter out of his head
“ Bambino, what's your plans for tonight?”
“ Off down Harry's,why??” peter says absentmindedly as he continues getting ready
“ just wondering because me, ur mother and morg is gonna have a movie night just wanted to see if u wanted to join”
the guilt starts to creep in after his dad said that
he knows his dad notices the
extra hours training
the exhaustion
the over working in the lab
he knows his dads watching him
unfortunately he doesn’t care
“ fuck dad, im sorry i should be back around 11ish if your still awake ill come in”
“ Okay bambino,when is Harley staying next?”
Harley is Peter's best friend since childhood, Peter found harley shooting people with his potato gun when they were both 6 and since then they have been inseparable.
“ I mean I was gonna ask about tomorrow?”
“ yeah thats completely fine, remember you have boxing training tomorrow mind with cap” Tony says as he points a finger at Peter playfully
“ yeah yeah i know, chill dad you worry too much” peter laughed as he was putting his watch on
“ someones gotta, i love you bambino” Tony smiled
“ yeah whatever love u too”
Tony laughs as he’s walking away like that answers enough for him
That's always enough for him.
Peters is about to leave when Harry phones him.
“ yoo pete where the fuck you att”
“ im on the way bro, my dad was just like interrogating me, literally in the car now driving as we speak”
“ you picking harley up on the way?”
Fuck.
“ yeah literally pulling up now”
“ yeah yeah whatever Romeo”
Peter hangs up before Harry could elaborate and rings harley
“ heyyy harlllllll, my amazing best friend”
“ what have u done now dickhead”
“ why do you always assume im up to something?”
“ maybe because you normally are”
“ …. Okay that doesn't mean anything,
butttt……hypothetical question”
“ oh god.”
, hypothetically how quick can u get ready for a party down harrys which im already an hour and a half late for?”
“ lucky for you, harry rung me and asked if your picking me up about an hour ago so im ready now if u wanna come grab me now”
“ oh my god, i love you so much, your the best”
“ i know i am, hurry up im waiting asshole ”
he gets to his house, and texts him
Harll 💙🥔
Peter: I’m outside
Harll: ok, omw dickhead
as peters grabbing somthing from the back seat harley comes out of his house, and fuck does he look beautiful.
With his grey collared shirt rolled up to his elbows, his gold rings wrapped around his fingers, damp blonde curly hair and his gorgeous tanned skin from working with his gramps and his-
okay this sounds like he’s in love with harley
he’s not
they are just very good friends.?
What cant a man appreciate how gorgeous his best friend is?
I mean
he’s truly beautiful
like drop dead gorgeous
like a love song pretty
but it’s not just that
he genuinely loves being around Harley because he doesn't have to act like someone he’s not.
Harley has seen all the dark shit with peter
Harley knows peters been drinking and smoking more.
he knows about the panic attacks
and everything else
But harley doesnt push peter to become better
He just watches
Quietly.
Harley doesn't care
about the cool cars,
the money,
the big house
or any of that
Harley cares about peter.
“ oi, come on then” peter shouts out the window of his car
Harley just flips him off and runs to the car
“ why the fuck do you have a bag?” peter asks
Harley just opens the bag to show the countless bottles of alcohol in there
“ harl have i ever told you how much of a legend you are?”
“ clearly not enough times if im bringing us this much drink also ive got these” harley struggles to pull something out of his pocket.
When he eventually pulls it out he shows peter two perfectly rolled joints
“ for later of course”
“ harl. This is why your my best friend”
“ i know, i am the best”