I'm not doing the 'Dec' thing anymore because, honestly... is it really december 15? No, no it is not. And it's not even 2021 anymore... OH UH- HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

       We all woke up around 11am, and then went downstairs, where we found Pops cooking pancakes again. His food is always the best. The three of us, - me, Harley, and Loki - all sit on the stools at the counter, and Pops serves us some pancakes. Once we were all done eating, Harley's phone chimes. He picks it up, reads something, and then I'm guessing texts someone back.

"Sorry, um I got to go." Harley stands up, and I stand up too.

"Oh well... see you later I guess." I say.

"But I might be free later, so..." He adds in.

"Oh, okay cool." I say, and after a few seconds of us just standing there awkwardly, Harley turns and gets into the elevator. As soon as the door shut, Pops speaks up.

"OH! Hey Pete! We're baking cookies today!" He says and I smile a bit.

"Ooh fun!" I say and then to Loki. "Do you wanna make cookies with me and the rest of the team? We're gonna deliver them afterwards!" I say excitedly, but I can tell from the expression on Loki's face he's nervous too. "Of course... you don't have to." I add in and he takes a breath.

"Ye... Yeah I think I might just stay in my room for a while and read. I found this really cool book series about this boy who gets framed for the disappearance of his mother, and how he has to survive all these crazy events to get her back." He explains to me.

"Ooh that sounds cool. Show me the book later?" I ask and Loki nods.

"Sure Pyotr." He says and ruffles my hair. I swat his hand away.

"I told you I hate it when you call me that!" I say and Loki sends me a look.

"Is it any better than the name Waffles?" He asks me. I cross my arms with a humpf, and roll my eyes. "Aaaand, now I leave." Mochi then stands up and walks away, probably back to his room where he will non the less remain until like next week probably.

TimeSkip to everyone baking in the kitchen at like uh... idk 2pm?

Still Peter POV:

After we all rolled out the dough, all the dough, all over the counter, parts of it were sectioned off for everyone. Each person got about enough room to make 4-5 cookies each, depending on the cookie cutter. Now, that may not seem like a lot of cookies, but there's 11 of us making cookies. So that's... carry the 10... That's 44-55 cookies in all. Everyones gonna decorate 2 or 3 for other people, and save whatever's left for themselves. And the whole 'other people' concept was put in place by Sam, who said that back in his town, the 'townsfolk' always delivered christmas cookies to their neighbors or friends, or something like that. So he wants to do that here as well, and we all have lists of who we want to give some out to. I have MJ, Harley, and Ned on my list so far.

TimeSkip to after everyone uses the cookie cutters, or makes their own shapes and... stuff? Ig they were just like sugar cookies or something

"I got it!" Wanda says as many failed attempts to move our cookies from the counter ended in the loss of many cookie peoples' limbs. Or in Dad's case, Loss of Iron Wrist Mounted Anti-Tank Missile Launchers...? Yeah, we don't get it either.

I watch as Wanda levitates the cookies all onto trays and sticks those into the ovens. Yes, Dad needed 3 ovens in our house. Why? I still have no idea, because this, right here, is the only time we ever use all three of them. To make Christmas cookies... I know, it's sad.

TimeSkip to after the cookies are done and decorated

So... we made cookies? Well most of them look normal I guess you could say. Some were a bit weird, like my 'Donkey'. I had used a cactus cookie cutter, and where we managed to get it from I have no idea. But part of the cookie broke off, and when I turned it upside down, I thought it looked sorta like a donkey. But Sam said it looked like a gun. I also tried to make Uncle Thor, but his head came off when I tried to put him on one of the trays, and when I decorated him, there wasn't much frosting left. So he's... missing a few things but besides that he was delicious. OH! And I also made a rainbow mustache and held it up in place of Dads. But then Dad tried to eat it out of my hand, and well... he got a bite of it. But I jerked my hand back and gave the rest of it to Pops. Only for them to split the cookie.

(yes those are cookies i did really decorate)

Wanda used her powers to decorate her cookies as some of us. Like, in costume. And I gotta say, they looked pretty good.

TimeSkip to when Peter, Tony, and Wanda are delivering cookies.

"Ooh ooh! And we need to give some to Mr. Delmar too!" I say, and Dad takes a hard left.

"Okay, any other people you wanna add to your list? You know, besides the 5 people you just named?" Dad asks me, and I roll my eyes.

"Fine, we can take Mrs. Gonzales off the list, and I guess our old neighbors... but I'm keeping Mr. Delmar." I say, and Dad nods his head.

"Okay, okay... so we're going to MJ's, and then Ned's place across the street. Mr. Delmars, and then back towards the tower because Harley lives close to us.

When we got to MJ's place, she and Shuri were there, but they just took the tupperware and closed the door. No 'hey' or 'thanks', just 'Yes, fuel, finally.' Guess packing was running long.

Ned wasn't home when we got to his place, but his Lola was. We just gave the cookies to her. She thanked us, and we carried on our way. Next, Mr. Delmars.

When we got there, I popped in and gave him the box of cookies. He thanked me, and gave me a bag of chips. When I got back to the car, I wasn't hungry, but Wanda asked if she could have them, so I gave the chips to her. Now the final stop. Harley's house.

As we turn onto his street, I start to feel a little nervous, but also a bit... giddy? I don't know, maybe it was just because I was going to see him? But I see him almost every day... though to be fair I've never really seen his house before. Sure I know he lives down the street from the tower, but... well I guess going up to his house is scarier then just fantasizing about it.

"Peter?" I zone back in to see Wanda looking at me from the back seat. "Are you going up or just gonna sit there daydreaming?" She asks me and I open the car door feeling slightly flustered.

"I'm going, I'm going." I say, and close the door, before realizing that I forgot the cookies in the car. Idiot. I turn back around to get them, to find that Wanda has used her powers to roll the window down and levitate the tupperware out of it.

"Thanks." I say and grab the container from midair. Then I turn back around and head up towards Harley's apartment. After climbing up four flights of stairs I knock on his door. A second or two later it opens and there he is. The love of my life, standing there in- oh boy. Don't squeal Peter don't squeal Peter don't squeal Pete-

"Hey uh," I scratch the back of my neck. "I brought over some cookies the team and I made. Um... they're for you and uh, your mom and sister, I mean." I say as awkwardly as I possible could. Get it together Peter.

"Oh thanks." Harley says and takes the cookies from me, leaving us just standing there. Awkwardly. Suddenly he speaks up. "So... I said that I might be free later... and well... It's later." Harley shrugs and my brain takes too long to process that he's asking if he can come over.

"Oh, yeah! Do you-" I clear my throat. "Do you wanna ride back to the tower with me?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, sure let me just grab my jacket..." Harley disappears for a moment before reappearing with his coat. He slips it on and walks out the door, closing it behind him.

Wanda POV:

As soon as Peter walked inside, I started reading his mind, as well as Harleys. Turns out that Harley was wearing one of Peter's shirts?! Oh this is too cute. Oooh! Yay! Harley is gonna come back with us! I turn to look at Tony.

"I'm moving up to the front seat so Peter and Harley can sit next to each other." I state and get out of the car to switch seats. After I sit back down, Tony looks at me weirdly for a second.

"I-" He thinks for a moment. "You gotta stop reading people's minds." He says, and then I read his mind.

She's gonna get in trouble one day... Uhh, rude much?

"For your information, I won't get in trouble, because I can just warp whoever mind to-" I start to say but Tony throws his hands in the air.

"See? See?! This is exactly what I'm talking abo-"

"Hey Dad, Wanda!" Peter says as he gets in the car, Harley right behind him. "Harleys gonna come back to the tower with us... is that okay?" He asks.

"It's perfectly okay." Tony says and I turn around so I'm facing forwards, facing the windshield.

"Nice shirt Harley." I smirk without looking at him, but we lock eyes in the rear-view mirror for a brief moment. Harley gulps.

"T-Thanks... uh," He says.

Peter POV:

UHMMMM WHAT. WANDA WHY- and I know you're reading my mind right now. So please stop before I push you out of a moving vehicle.

"Aw fine." She crosses her arms and pouts.

"Thank you." I say and then turn to look at Harley. "Sorry about her," I scratch the back of my neck.

"O-Oh no, it's fine..." Harley looks down at the shirt he's wearing, as do I.

"But it is a nice shirt." I shrug and Harley looks back up at me with a smile.

"Yeah, it was from the time I tripped and fell down into the puddle on the sidewalk and you lent me an extra shirt you had in your backpack." He says and I smile at the memory.

"I remember. We were walking to MJ's and you tripped on a rock or something I think." I chuckle.

"Yeah uh..." Harley falters. "I meant to give it back but-"

"No keep it, I have too many science pun t-shirts anyways." I tell him, cutting off what he was saying.

"Oh," He says nothing for a moment. "Thanks."

TimeSkip

After we get back to the tower, Wanda proposes that we all make paper snowflakes. Dad said he had something to work on down in the lab. But like 5 minutes after Wanda joined me and Harley, she claimed she got a text from Aunty Tasha needing her help to wrap gifts for everyone- Oh yeah! Gifts! I still need to order my gift for Wanda. Hmm... I wonder who Harley got...

TimeSkip aaggaaiinn

Harley POV:

Okay, okay so, after Ms. Wanda left us, Peter decided to look up paper snowflake ideas on pinterest. And let's just say we both spend too much time obsessing over celebrities crushes, completely forgetting about what we originally opened the app up for. But that's how it goes, you know? 'Hey, is that a picture of so-and-so shirtless (for me at least) on my homepage?' Yes, yes it is. Did we click on it? Why yes, yes we did. But, that's besides the point. After about an hour or so, we finally got back on track, and found some pretty cool designs and patterns for paper snowflakes. And we spent the next couple of hours learning how to make them, and coming up with our own designs as well.

"Hey Uncle Bucky!" Peter says and I look up from cutting. "Ooo! Did you get a new arm?" He asks and I look towards his arm. Mr. Bucky chuckles.

"Yeah, Sam surprised me with it a few days ago." He chuckles.

"Woah... so cool!" Peter runs over and runs his fingers along the grooves in the arm. I get up and walk over too.

"That's really cool Mr. Bucky..." I gawk at the arm, listing off all the possible uses for a super arm... like... that... oooooh. Now that could be cool.

"I agree kid, and it's just Bucky." 'Bucky' tells me.

"Okay, um..." I turn to look at Peter, and give him a look. My 'I've got an idea' look. "Mr. Ba-" I stop myself. "Bucky, uh... say how strong is that arm do you think?" I ask, and he thinks for a second.

"I dunno, but I bet I can throw a car with it... probably..." He tells me, and I turn to Peter.

"I have an idea." I say.

"I could tell." He smirks. "So..." Peter rubs his hands together. "What's first?" He asks me, and then I smirk.

"Do you have a laser cutter?"

TimeSkip and Peter POV:

"Ready?!" Harley calls across the room. I stick a thumbs up in the air. We just got done rolling out lots of paper across the floor, taping it all together into a large square. And Bucky's arm helped us to fold it. Now it was time to cut into it Er, I guess laser cut into it.

"READY!" I climb up the ladder, and hoist up the big fine-point laser cutter. I had to find one that wouldn't make the paper combust and set the whole tower on fire. And, well... I'm like 87% sure that won't happen. I turn it on. "Three... two... one!" I hold down the on button, and... nothing. "Huh?" Just then, the power goes out. Well that explains it.

"Peter?" I hear someone call out. I think it was Harley.

"Harley?" I ask back in the same worried tone.

"...Steve?" I hear, and hold back a chuckle. Bucky, that was definitely Bucky.

"Peter?!" Huh, wait... Dad?! Was that Dad's voice! Oh... haha yep. That was Dad.

"Dad..." I laugh. "Your chest," Using my spidey sense I carefully make it down the ladder, and over towards the glowing arc reactor floating in the air. I reach out and hug where my Dad would be standing. He flinches at first, but then hugs me back. I feel him pull apart from me.

"Peter? That you kiddo?" A hand reaches up and feels my face.

"Yerp-" I move the hand off my face. "It's me Dad." I say, and turn to look for Harley, but I still couldn't see a thing. Light, I need light- Hmm, or...

I close my eyes, and focus on my breathing. Then I listen, looking for a heartbeat, breathing, anything to let me know where- gotcha. I heard scattered breaths coming from the direction I last saw Harley in. Carefully, I pick my way over towards him, and once I find him, I gently place my hand on his shoulder.

"Harley, it's just me." I reassure him when he flinches from my touch. He sighs.

"O-Oh.. Pe-Peter. Thank god... What happened?" He asks, and I shrug. Then I realize that he couldn't see me and that it was pointless to shrug.

"Well I'm guessing the power went out." I say and turn towards the glowing form of Dad.

"Hey uh... Dad?" I call out.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"Can you turn on the backup generators?" I ask.

"Ah well you see, I tried to. And um... yeah they didn't work." He admits. "I had to climb up the stairs to get here!" He sighs, like taking the stairs and not the elevator would bruise his ego.

"Oh, well..." I think for a moment. "did you try the backup generators for the backup generators?" I ask, and I practically hear his face light up.

"Peter, you're a genius!" Dad exclaims and tries to blindly make his way back to the stairs. Uh... keyword 'blindly', but eventually he finds the handle and enters the stairwell. Then I turn my attention back to... Harley?

"Harls? You okay?" I move a bit closer towards his figure, and I feel him latch onto my side. Oh... oh his breathing. How did I not notice before...

"Ye-Yeah I-I'm... f-fine." He says, still breathing heavily. He isn't fine.

"Harley, you can tell me..." I inhale stiffly as I feel Harley's arm wrap around me. I lean in closer towards him, and wrap my own arms around him.

"I-I'm..." He takes another shaky breath. "You're just go-gonna laugh at m-me..." He gives a half-hearted chuckle, and I shut my eyes.

"I promise, I won't laugh." Then, I reach a shaky hand up and place it on the back of Harley's neck. He... he doesn't seem upset with this, so I leave my hand where it is.

"It's... the d-dark." He finally confesses. "I-I... ever since I was little, I've been afraid of i-it." He lets out a long breath. "It's because... m-my dad... when he left I-" Harls lets out a small sob and I just hold him tighter. I start to feel my shoulder getting a bit damp, and realize that Harley must be crying. Eventually we both ended up in a ball together on the floor, just holding one another. Well, that was until the lights came back on and startled, we both pulled apart. Harley wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and then turned towards me.

"U-Uhm... t-thanks..." He says and I stand up, offering him a hand. He takes it.

"No problem." I pull him to his feet.

Harley POV:

I can't believe that just happened. I just broke down in Peter's arms. He probably hates me now... he probably won't want to be my friend anymo-

"I'm sorry about all that Harls," Peter pulls me into a hug, and my brain still being in shock of everything that just happened, takes a second or two to remember to hug him back. And we stay like that for a good minute before Tony comes back from wherever he wandered off to.

"I got the lights to work!" He exclaims, and then I'm guessing he sees us. "Uhh... what'd I miss?" He falters.

"O-Oh... no-nothing!" Peter quickly pulls apart and wipes his nose... wait... He was crying? M-Maybe... maybe he does care. Maybe he... he still wants to be my friend and... and maybe I... I still have a chance.