An-Harley helps Peter when he gets beaten up, thus a blossoming relationship forms. And Tony is way too overprotective

Peter be blind in one eye

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"Oh hey, Keener. You here to get your turn with the fag?" Flash sneered.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Harley asked tiredly. He just wanted to take a pee and go home to the tower.

"You know, Parker. The freak with one eye. He had it comin'." Flash said proudly. Harley's face contorted.

"Jesus man you beat up a disabled kid?! Get the fuck outa here man. I mean it, get!" Harley shouted, shoving flash hard. Flash blinked several times before turning and running down the hall. He walked into the bathroom hesitantly, acutely aware of the blood-spattered on the bathroom stalls and smeared on the floor.

"Parker? Are you still in here?" Harley asked the open are. He was met by a quiet crying noise, he sighed as he stepped closer to the noise, opening the last stall and cringing when he saw peter curled up on his side on the cold tiles. His face was covered in blood and his hand was pressed over his left eye that no one had ever seen.

He wore these funny glssss, the left eye blocked out black and the other clear. He didn't actually need glasses, but they covered up his left eye, which he was blind in.

"Jesus Christ, the fuck did that guy do to you?" Harley said, dropping to his knees, raising his hands, not sure what to do with them. Peter curled up tighter.

"You gonna got me too?" He asked weakly.

"Jesus no, I wanna help. Shit, can you sit up so I can help clean you up?" Harley asked gently. Peter peeked up at him and slowly sat up, holding his chest.

"What hurts?" Harley asked frantically, picking up on Peter's breathing.

"Don't worry, I'm not dying. Just my asthma. He only hit my face. He's never more imaginative than that. Other than the locker slamming, which I do not recommend." Peter struggled out.

"Okay. Okay. Where your asthma thingy you use all the time in class?" Harley asked. Peter shifted, showing his backpack behind him.

"Front pocket. The little purple one." Peter wheezed out. Harley nodded, pulling Peter's backpack towards himself and then searching for it and then handing it to Peter.

"It's an inhaler by the way," Peter said before uncapping it and pushing it past his lips, pumping it four times before he put it haphazardly back in his back, leaning on the wall of the stall.

"Good to know. Uh, Pete, can you take your hand away from your eye so I can see if it's okay?" Harley asked gently. Peter looked away from him down at the floor.

"You're gonna see it." He said softly. Harley sighed, moving closer and holding Peter's wrist gently.

"Pete, I promise I won't judge you. I just want to see if your eyes okay. Tony, my guardian, he got hit one time and we didn't even notice his Cornia detached." Harley said gently. Peter nodded slowly, bringing his hand away from his eyes and placing it in his lap with his other hand. Harley's breathing stopped for a moment, he knew Peter was blind in that eye, but he had no idea it would look like it did.

A light blue, almost white. His pupil was blue too, moving with his other eye as Harley moving his chin around slowly, lifting his eyelid.

"You're all good. Just a black eye. Pretty bad one too." Harley said softly. Peter nodded, covering his eyes back up with his hand.

"I think it's beautiful," Harley whispered, blindly grabbing some toilet paper, slowly wiping the blood from Peter's mouth and nose, thankful Peter's nose wasn't broken.

"You do?" Peter whispered back, making eye contact with Harley who nodded slowly.

"Yeah. And I'm really glad you let me see. And I'm glad that I'm one of the first people to see." Harley said gently. Peter's hand slowly fell back into his lap, eyes boring into Harley's. By now Harley had finished getting the blood off, Peter looked bad but nothing was broken.

"You really mean that?" Peter asked. Harley nodded slowly, maybe it wasn't the best time to be realising how pretty Peter was, or how soft his skin was, or the countless times he'd found himself staring at Peter laughing, smiling, doing physics equations or just about everything. And maybe Peter had nice lips.

"Course I do Darlin'" Harley breathed. And god did Peter look absolutely beautiful blushing. Suddenly, well not so suddenly Harley could feel himself leaning forward and his mind screaming at him to stop before he messed something up, because his lips were on Peter's and they were kissing each other. After a moment they pulled back, Peter's chest heaving, hands fumbling for his inhaler.

"You're gonna give me an asthma attack Keener." He breathed, taking several puffs.

"That good huh?" Harley mused. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Shut it, Keener." Peter said, fighting the grin making its way into his face. Peter and he had always had this rivalry going on in all of their glasses due to them butting heads with their grades.

"Pete, we just kissed on the bathroom floor, I think we're on first-name basis." Harley chuckled. Peter flushed, looking up at Harley.

"And we're skipping right to pet names are we? Don't think I didn't miss that slip-up. Bet you've been wanting to call me that since you first met." Peter teased. Harley rolled his eyes, helping Peter off of the floor.

"I shamelessly admit I have. Although maybe in a different setting and maybe kissing you without the split lip." Harley missed. Peter hummed.

"Yeah. That stung. How about we try that again after a date?"

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"Oh! It's you!" Harley shouted. Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head, pointing back to his hand over his left eye. He was comfortable enough around Harley he didn't wear his glasses when they were alone, but his bangs still covered the eyes most of the time. He didn't notice the team standing the doorway watching them, his bangs covering his eyes so they weren't able to see it. Who plays charades during the summer break?

"Uhh, a pirate?" Harley asked. Peter waved his hand around for him to continue.

"Oh! Nick Fury!" Harley shouted finally.

"Finally! First, I'm not famous so I wouldn't be on the card, second if I was on the card I would have gestured to all of me, third I would literally never be on a card because I'm an ugly mug." Peter said in exasperation.

"Calm down or your gonna have an asthma attack. And I'll have you know that I think you are very beautiful." Harley soothed. Peter narrowed his eyes at Harley, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Shut it, Keener." He said. Harley just grinned, putting his hands on Peter's hips and pulling him into his lap so he was straddling him.

"Really? Back to last name basis?" Harley teased, kissing Peter's nose, who rolled his eyes and threw his arms around Harley's shoulders.

"If you keep being stupid, then yes." Peter teased back. Harley's grin widened, his grip tightening on Peter's hips, making his breath hitch.

"We weren't on last name basis last night." He said. Peter made a gagging noise, rolling off o Harley and sitting beside him.

"Keep it in your pants, Keener, we're only playing charades. We're supposed to be spending quality time together, not being gross hormonal teenage boys." Peter said, waving his hand.

"Oh come on, its summer! We're supposed to be having fun!" Harley exclaimed, flopping dramatically on top of peter who rolled his eyes again, attempting to push Harley off of himself.

"Your version of fun and my version of fun are two very different things, especially when I'm 100% sure my aunt have cameras watching us." Peter said, making a face when Harley stayed firmly planted on his body.

"And Tony Stark has cameras everywhere as well watching Harley Keener." Tony drawled from the doorway. Peter froze, clamping a hand over his left eye and looking at Harley frantically.

"You guys weren't supposed to be back for like another week!" He exclaimed at the team standing in the doorway, most of them stifling laughter.

"Harley, get the hell off of me, I need to find my glasses," Peter whispered, clearly panicking.

"Wait, they're right here." Harley said, pulling them up from the floor and handing them to Peter who immediately shoved them onto his face.

"Are you gonna get off of me?" Peter asked, clearly unimpressed.

"Nope. You are quite comfy." Harley said, looking up at Peter who rolled his eyes and promptly pushed Harley off of himself.

"Really? That's what I get for loving you?" Harley asked, Peter giggled, pushing Harley with his sock covered feet.

"That's what you get for being horny all the time." He giggled.

"That's one bold fashion statement." Toky drawled from the doorway, narrowing his eyes at Peter's blacked-out glasses. Peter blinked several times, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, not a fashion statement. I'm blind. In that eye. And it looks a bit funny, usually scares people." Peter said quietly. Harley, who had finally gotten up off of the floor pat Peter on the shoulder.

"Pete, literally no one cares," Harley said, Peter turned his head to him, putting his hands on his hips.

"You tell Flash that." Peter spat.

"Okay, well Flash is the exception. He's also just a fucking asshole who likes to beat you up for fun, and smash you into lockers cause he thinks it's funny." Harley reasoned. Peter narrowed his eyes, sinking into the couch, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

"Hey! I was only telling you the truth! Don't get all pouty with me." Harley said.

"Sorry to interrupt you love birds, but why is your little boyfriend here?" Toky asked, Harley and Peter locked eyes, before Peter shrugged and turned back to Tony, not quite sure how he was keeping a level head.

"My aunts out of the apartment for the next week and because I'm on disability aid I'm not allowed to be alone at home, and none of my friends were gonna be home so Harley offered." Peter said weakly, he really didn't talk about his eye much, not even with Harley.

"Why aren't you with your parents?" Steve asked. Peter froze.

"Well, funny story, they're dead." Peter blurted out. He winced and glanced at Harley who's lips were pressed into a thin line as the room silenced.

"Okay, that got awkward really quickly. My condolences. Your aunt single?" Tony asked, Peter narrowed his eyes, clearly mad.

"Widowed actually." Peter spat.

"You know what, I think Tony should stop asking questions," Natasha said, pushing Tony into one of the couches and throwing him a warning look.

"So. What were you guys doing?" Clint asked.

"Charades." Peter supplied, picking up the cards and packing them back into the box.

"Since when did we own charades?" Bucky asked. Peter blushed darkly while Hadley chuckled.

"Peter's obsessed with card games and board games, he brought it from home," Harley said, Peter threw him the stank eye and closed the box.

"Oh haha Keener, what are you obsessed with hmm?" Peter asked. Harley cocked his head, grinning wickedly at Peter.

"Getting into your pants." He said shamelessly. Peter's ears burned, pulling his inhaler out of his pocket at throwing it at Harley with a loud thunk.

"I have more where that came from you swine!" He shouted, pulling the other one out and readying it.

"No! Don't throw another one!" Harley shouted, jumping up from the couch and running down the hall to his room, Peter followed behind, leaving behind sounds of giggling and then bickering.

"Jesus they sound like Stevie and I. Asthma and all," Bucky said in frustration. They were cut off by a shout, then the sound of Harley's door opening then slamming shut.

"There's something strange about that boy." Toky said quietly.

"What? That he doesn't put up with Harley's ego? No, there's everything right with him. I approve." Natasha said.

"You say that like you're the one who adopted him." Tony drawled.

"That Peter kid is a good influence on Harley though."