Spider-Man One Shots

A bit of flirting does no wrong

Summary: Harley moves to NY and meets Peter. They can't just,,, not flirt with each other.

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"We have a new student with us today," the teacher said. "Harley, would you tell the class something about yourself so we get to know you?"

"I have the knowledge and the resources to build a potato gun, in between other things, so bitches need to stay away." He finger-gunned and went to sit next to MJ, the only available place left. She didn't spare him a second glance.

"Such a charming boy," the teacher commented, then started the class.

The bell eventually rang, signaling the end of the class, and Peter turned around in his seat to face his friend.

"MJ, MJ! I never got to tell you about what happened yesterday in the lab! We were trying to come up with a new formula when I accidentally knocked over a desk and all the chemicals caused this huge explosion- hey, hey, MJ, are you listening to me?"

The girl raised her head slightly. "No, but loser three beside me seems to be interested." She pointed at Harley who was, indeed, paying attention to Peter.

"Oh, okay?" Peter said. He slowly looked at Harley, slightly flustered, who was still staring at him expectantly.

"Go on."

It was that little occurrence that sparked an amity between them that just made sense.

•××ו

"Peter, why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," MJ said without looking away from her book. It was lunch now, and Peter may or may not have developed a tiny little huge crush on Harley already.

Peter blushed. "I'm not staring," he lied. He damn well had been.

"Yeah, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Harley sat back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "I'm here, guys."

Peter blushed harder, MJ raised her gaze, stared blankly for two straight seconds, then went back to reading.

"And here I thought you were a genius, Tennessee."

"Hey," Peter defended Harley. "He is a genius!"

"Yeah," he winked at Peter blatantly, "I am a genius."

And, yet again, Peter's blush deepened.

•××ו

Since that very first day, their little group of friends had accepted Harley as one of them, and he wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Yeah, he had only been there for three days, but still.

They were seating together during lunch once again, and Ned, Harley and Peter were having a discussion, a very loud discussion, over who was the strongest Avenger.

MJ, tired of their shit, took it upon herself to shut them up by giving them something they could agree on so she could continue reading in peace.

"Who's the most powerful doesn't matter, but who's the hottest Avenger?" she asked, successfully managing to change the topic and shut them up.

"Probably Thor," Ned said, immediately cutting off the discussion. "Although Captain America's hot too," he added. Peter hummed in agreement. "And Tony Stark-"

"Don't go there, dude."

Ned sighed in defeat. "Okay."

"Can we leave it at Thor? He's probably the best-looking man in this world and in others too; there's no point in discussing it."

There was a cough, then Harley narrowed his eyes in Peter's direction.

Blushing (and God if Harley loved making him blush), Peter corrected himself. "The second best-looking man."

"Oh, not again!" Ned complained. "MJ, they're doing it again!"

She immediately slammed shut her book and put it on top of the table. Her expression showed just how utterly done she was.

"If neither of you is gonna ask the other out, I'll have to take matters into my own hands. And I won't have mercy."

Peter tried to stutter out a response but failed.

"Don't even try to deny it, Peter. You've been simping over Harley ever since he arrived." Harley smirked. MJ turned to him. "And you've been flirting and staring at him with heart eyes every day. So wipe that smirk unless you're planning on finally making your move, Keener."

Harley, never one to turn down a challenge and much less one he actually wanted to carry out, immediately turned to Peter.

"How does ice cream sound, darling?"

•××ו

That same day, Peter and Harley walked out of school together, just talking and having fun.

But that day Tony was picking up Peter.

"Kid?" Tony asked in astonishment.

Peter turned to look at him. "Mr. Stark?"

"No, Potato kid?"

"Old man?" Harley asked in surprise.

"Harley?" Peter asked, confused.

"Harry Styles?" Deadpool asked. Everyone stared at him. "Oh, sorry, wrong one shot," he said, before disappearing into thin air.

Tony shook his head. "Anyway, Peter, you know Harley?"

"You know Harley?" Peter asked in return.

"You know Stark?" Harley asked.

"You know Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, getting more confused by the second.

Harley turned to look at the billionaire. "How do you know Peter?"

"How do you know Peter?"

"How do you both know Tony Stark?" Flash asked in an amazed yet horrified whisper. They all ignored him.

"You know what? I don't wanna know," the boy from Tennessee said.

"Alright, but you're coming to the tower with us today," Tony said, then talked again when he saw Harley about to protest, "Not a question, potato kid."

Peter, still confused, smiled. "Nice to know you get along with him! I now know your approval won't be a problem when I tell you that we're dating!"

Tony choked. "You're what?"