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“These are not the droids you’re looking foooooor,” someone teased from behind you, dropping a bowl of popcorn in your lap. It was warm, settling onto your pajama-clad lap.
Harry rolled his eyes beside you, snatching the warm bowl from you. Immediately, he grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed it into his mouth. “I’m starved, Pete. Where’s the pizza?” he complained, voice muffled through popcorn.
Peter ignored him, sliding upside-down onto the couch beside you. His hair flopped with him in a messy crop of brown curls. The goofy grin on his face matched the blush on your cheeks.
You hummed in concentration, biting your lip. “Hmm.”
“C’mon, you know this one!” Peter encouraged, blinking up at you.
Harry sighed loudly. “Please guess it right so we don’t have to watch it again.”
“It’s from... Lord of the Rings...?” you guessed.
Peter’s face scrunched. You almost laughed at the way his nose wrinkled.
“Wait, no. That one doesn’t have robots,” you mused.
“Droids...” Harry muttered. Peter’s socked foot came up and hit him in the side.
“Star Wars!” you shouted.
Peter chuckled. “Which one?!” he shouted back.
“Uh...first one? A...new...hope?” you held your breath.
Silence. You cringed, sure you got it wrong.
Peter let out a whoop, giggling so hard he fell off the cushions to the floor with a thump.
Your brows scrunched. “Peter?”
“You’re...right...” he gasped between fits of laughter. “Sorry...I’ve...I’ve never seen someone look that intense when recalling Star Wars.”
Harry laughed. “Obviously you’ve never looked in a mirror, doofus.”
Peter stifled his laughter and sat up, gazing up at you with wonder. “God, I love y...your movie knowledge!” he blurted.
You shrugged. “I don’t know movies. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh. Right.”
Harry groaned and shot a glance at Peter. “Hey, how about you pick the movie this time? I trust your taste,” he said. “Peter and I have something to discuss.”
Your eyes darted between them. “Uh, sure.”
Harry stood from the couch, placing the popcorn bowl on the table. He gripped Peter’s elbow and pulled him up from the floor, dragging him to the kitchen. You turned to the plastic dvd cases on the table, shuffling through the options. You could very obviously tell which ones were Harry’s and which ones were Peter’s contributions. You picked up a copy of Jurassic Park with a smile.
“What’s wrong with you?”
You paused, eyes lifting from the description of another movie with a car on the front.
“--serious, Harry!”
“Guys?” you asked.
They popped their heads around the corner of the kitchen. Peter looked slightly flushed, Harry just looked exasperated.
“I found a movie,” you said, holding up a copy of Back to the Future. "It sounds interesting. What’s a flux capaciter though? It doesn’t sound physically real. I mean, the calculations to revert to the past couldn’t possibly—what?” You paused, looking at Peter and Harry, who stood there and stared.
“Nothing,” Peter shrugged, walking over to you with a small grin. “Good choice.”
Harry answered the knock at the door, shuffling through his wallet and taking the pizza. You could hear his voice haggling the price as you scooted over on the couch, making room for both of them.
Peter popped the movie in the dvd player, lowering himself onto the couch next to you. “Also: It’s not supposed to be scientifically accurate. There aren’t any hoverboards yet.”
You gasped. “There are hoverboards??”
“In the second movie,” Peter confirmed.
You hummed in thought. Peter nudged your shoulder as the opening music started playing. “I can see the questions forming,” he whispered with a grin.
“What are the hoverboards made of?” you whispered back.
Peter reached over for the popcorn bowl and passed it to you. You took a piece and popped it in your mouth, savoring the buttery taste. He pointed to the screen.
“Watch the movie and you’ll find out,” he mouthed with a grin.
Harry watched the two of you from beside the door. An exasperated smile made its way onto his face as he watched you lean your head on Peter’s shoulder and whisper questions. Peter didn’t mind. He never told you to shut up and watch the movie, never told you that you asked too many questions, or rolled his eyes.
He had asked Peter before about it. Why he hated when other people interrupted or made fun of his movie choices, but never you.
“I like listening to her voice,” he said casually, sorting through the collection in Harry’s living room. “And her questions are interesting—you know she asked me a question about DNA replication in Jurassic Park last week? She asked why they couldn't just test for carnivore genomes and only select herbivores. And I didn’t know the answer,” he shrugged. A chuckle escaped him. “I called it ‘Just-grass-ic Park.’ She laughed.”
Harry shook his head in amusement and walked over. He slid the pizza box on the table and sat on the floor between you two. “Hey, Pete, I think you need all those clocks,” he teased. “You’d never be late again.”
Peter huffed in annoyance. You let out a snort, laughing quietly into the popcorn. “He’s right,” you managed. “You’re always late. We should get you a watch for Christmas.”
“Maybe a time machine,” Harry added.
Peter rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to retort only to be met with shushes. His mouth settled into a small grin, anyways. Because this was a million times better than patrolling alone on a Friday night.
He braced himself as Marty raised a hand onscreen and strummed his guitar. He didn’t see him fly back into the garage for the hundreth time. His eyes were on you as you laughed in surprise and clutched his arm, popcorn forgotten.