Spidey AU's

World's Ending Anyway, Might As Well Go Through It With Someone

Post NWH, but I never actually watched the film. Uhh, a fix it? I guess? Uh heads up there's violence and blood. But equally, there's 2.6k of mostly fluff before we reach any plot?

He'd like to argue that it wasn't his fault for once. He'd done everything possible to keep his friends safe, even sacrificing his existence to save the multiverse - and wasn't that still a weird statement, over a year on - yet still trouble followed them around, bringing them back to him. Yeah, they were the ones trespassing, he could not be blamed for what happened. If he kept telling himself that, he'd stop feeling guilty, right?

He woke up in a cage, in his own house. "Ugh, what happened?" He followed this up with a muttered, "I hate the full moon."
"Well, we entered, you went wild and bit Harley over there then passed out." He stared at MJ, then at Ned, then swung his around to see this 'Harley' that he had bitten.
He drew out his response, "Did it ever occur to you lot that I am a werewolf... and it was the full moon... and maybe breaking into my home wasn't a good idea?"
"Nope!" The three chorused. Peter sighed. Rested his head on his white paws. Tried to go back to sleep so that he could wake up and this nightmare would be over.
There were some shuffles as they regrouped, and then an unknown voice spoke up, "So like, it wasn't breaking in, the door opened on its own, but you did bite me so I think maybe you should at least give us a chance to explain why we're here."
"Meh, I don't agree. Karen, open this and get explaining what exactly you thought you were doing." He stretched then strolled out, aware of the nervous step back everyone took.
"My primary coding is to ensure your well-being, even if that goes against your commands."
"And why would dragging me into the end of the world again be good for my wellbeing?"
"Research suggests people feel better when they believe they have a purpose in the world. You are lacking purpose. Would you like a list of other things you are lacking in?"
"Karen, one of these days I'm going to reprogram you. That's a no, by the way. Fingers off my AI." He directed the last sentence at Ned, who smiled sheepishly.
MJ, however, frowned, "How do you know that?"
"Anyway, I'm basically emotionally bound to follow Karen's advice, so what do you need?"
"Harry Osborn asked for you." Harley definitely could not repeat Peter's response when he told Morgan this story.
"I'm not responsible for my actions if I see Norman." Having ascertained that his (ex) friends and Harley were not messing with him, he spun and stormed out of the room, to howl at the universe's humour from his roof.

He heard Harley follow and after a momentary hesitation decided to let him. They could probably do with talking in private anyway. "Aren't you going to clean it, cover it?"
"There isn't exactly a first aid kit."
"Uh, yeah there is? Why wouldn't I have a first aid kit?"
"Oh," Harley fell silent, so Peter bounded up the stairs, claws sliding in and out of the carpet. At the top, he turned to face Harley, tilting his head as he heard the deep breath in, followed by a pause and a slow exhale. Maybe he wasn't stupid after all. He threw his head back and howled, to give Harley enough time to collect his thoughts and ask the question, "Why are you howling at the rising sun?"
Peter would like to retract any previous comments about Harley's intelligence. The boy was an idiot. "I'm letting the universe know I'm sick of it constantly shoving problems at me."
"Oh." They stood and observed the sunrise for a while before Harley finally spoke again. "Does this-" he gestured to his injured arm "mean I'm going to become a werewolf?"
"Process will be completed by the next full moon, yeah," he glanced over to judge Harley's reaction, then kept going, "I can help you through it? If you want? Because it is kinda my fault, even though it wasn't intentional and you're part of my pack now so my responsibility."
"You will? I am?"
"Mmm hmm, no overthrowing me though, I'm far too busy to deal with that."
Karen corrected him, "Your calendar is completely empty for the next three years."
Harley laughed. Peter sighed.

He trotted down the stairs and the hallway, trusting Harley to follow him. He pushed his way into one of the bathrooms, then looped his tail over the handle of the bottom draw, white fur at its tip dragging along the tiles as he pulled the draw open so Harley could see the kit inside. He walked over to the bathtub and asked Karen to fill it. He jumped in and watched Harley as the water rose to his stomach. The other teen cleaned and wrapped the injury then glanced between the cloth and where Peter was trying to wash the blood off his muzzle. Peter noticed his staring and tilted his head, brown ear almost touching the water, "Will you help?"
"Sure," Harley wiped Peter's face clean, then shrieked when he soaked him upon climbing out.
"It should heal by the end of the week," Peter inclined his head at Harley's bite.
"Ma and Abby - my little sister - will be annoyed with me. They would probably shout at Tony if they knew it happened after I came up here to go to MIT like he did."
"Tony as in Stark?" He couldn't help the wariness in his voice.
"Yeah... He crashed into my garden when I was 11 and I shot him with a potato gun, tried to help him fight bad guys, told him we were connected as he drove off then found my garage had received a tech upgrade a couple weeks later. Old man had a weird way of showing he cared."
Peter laughed, then returned with a vague version of his own history, "I got home from school to find him sitting on my couch, eating my aunt's meatloaf, telling her about an internship I didn't apply for. He made Karen for me."
"And removing the training wheels protocol early was still a bad idea. But you have grown, Peter. He would be proud of you." Karen had no care for private conversations.