Peter Parker's Plentiful Problems

Mmmm I'm adding mmmm a lot in my titles and i don't know why(:

"You should try kissing him to see if he wakes up like sleeping beauty"

Peter remained as still as he could when he heard an unfamiliar voice as he woke into consciousness.

"Dude what if he's like 40 years old though, I mean LOOK at him. He's Spiderman"

Oh gosh were they talking about kissing him??

"Tony calls him kid, I say try it"

Okay so they knew Tony, whoever these psychopaths were. That had to be some sort of reassurance.

It raised more questions though, like who the hell was trying to kiss Spiderman awake.

"that is gross! No way. Not even if I knew who it was. Ever heard of consent?? Yeah, I like that shit"

Oh that was nice.

"Chill, I was just joking. I'd probably sock you in the face if you actually tried"

Okay maybe not as insane as he thought. New question though; why were they in his room?

"As if your measly mortal fists could even graze my sexy face"

This was his room, right? Maybe Tony got the wrong one and he was intruding on accident. Maybe he'd fallen asleep in someone else's bed, and they'd just found him and were actually planning to shove a bug spray nozzle up his nose. Peter wished that he could say that was a one time experience..

"Wanna bet?"

"Sorry to interrupt, but who are you guys?"

Peter finally opened his eyes (which he probably could've done a while ago, since he had a mask on and everything), spotting two teenage boys crowding the side of his bed.

"Shit!!" They yelled simultaneously, scrambling backwards and grabbing onto each other in fear.

Peter quickly pulled his mask the rest of the way down before he felt like laughing at them, backing up towards the wall.

Having a second's time to get a proper look, his eyes widened at the sight of Harry Osborn and another guy with similar hair color.

Peter and Ned used to be tight friends with Harry before his dad tried to go all murdery. In all honesty, the Green Goblin literally lasted about an hour. It was kind of sad. Peter had caught him the first time he'd gone out with his bombs, and since then, he'd sort of avoided Harry out of guilt. Harry seemed to make it a mutual break-off, so it was insane that they were meeting like this now. Almost funny that Harry had no clue who he was though.

Peter turned his attention to the second guy, who had broader shoulders and a sort of sandy brown hair. Also, almost half a foot taller than Harry (who, in turn, was taller than Peter. Unfair). Peter realized it was a bit more different than Harry's brownish-red than he'd initially realized, but he elected to ignore his own stupidity.

"I uh.. who are you?" Peter tried again, hoping that the silence was just out of some stupid audio processing disorder or too much fear to say anything, instead of some scary evil plotting.

"Oh! I'm Harry, and this is Harley" Harry finally spoke up, his wider range of interactions with famous strangers giving him an easy advantage to continue conversation first.

"Oh cool, I'm Pet—I'm Spiderman" he cursed his morning brain for being so dumb, and even more so since he already knew Harry. Dumbass.

"Is it true that you can see better than most people?" Harley spoke up, his voice somehow not matching his face quite right. It was a bit deeper, but still had that teenage pitch Peter wished he could abandon.