Spider-Man One Shots

Rest

Summary: Harley isn't sleeping. Peter takes care of it.

Tw: JK Rowling.

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Harley was working in his private lab, he was close to finishing this new project he was working on. He was so, so close. He just needed a few additional hours, no more than five.

To resist sleep, Harley turned his swivel chair around towards the coffee machine, only to find a spider in the way.

"Peter?" he asked in confusion.

"Harley?" Peter asked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Three questions," the boy from Tennessee said, sitting back in his chair. "One: what are you doing here?"

"Tony called me, said you weren't sleeping."

"Two: wanna help with this?"

"Not now, there are other pressing matters."

"Three, actually not a question: move so I can get my coffee."

"No."

"Rude."

And Harley tried, he tried hard to convince his boyfriend, but there was nothing he could do when the teen he was dealing with had superstrenght, the ability to stick to everything and a sixth sense.

"I hate you," Harley pouted.

"No, you don't," Peter said as he checked his nails calmly.

Harley sighed sadly. "No, I don't."

"Now," the other boy started, "You're going to come with me and you're going to sleep. Otherwise, there will be no option other than carrying you against your will... and casually taking a picture as you whine like an infant... and post it in Tony's worldwide-famous Instagram account..."

"I'm seriously reconsidering the 'I don't hate you' part."

"What a shame," Petter deadpanned.

Defeatedly, the mechanic headed to his room at the tower. He was surprised when he realized that Peter was following him.

"I'm not leaving you alone until I know for sure you're actually sleeping," the enhanced teen said once he noticed the confusion coating the other's features.

Harley looked at the floor in disappointment. He wouldn't be able to work with Friday through his phone, as he was planning to, then.

"I thought couples were supposed to help each other."

Peter didn't look at Harley as he replied, "That's what I'm doing."

"You suck, did you know that?"

He chuckled. "Love you too."

Harley would've protested more, but he was just too tired. He let himself be guided to his unnecessarily huge bed and only then realized how exhausted he was. However, he was still conscious enough to notice Peter sitting on the other side of the bed and turning on his TV.

Drowsily, Harley turned to him and shot him a questioning glance.

"Is it okay if I stay here? Or would you prefer I sit on the couch?" Peter asked softly so as to not disturb his half asleep boyfriend too much.

"It's fine," Harley said, right before giving in to sleep.

Peter had time to watch four movies before the mechanic woke up. He was beginning to feel quite tired himself by the time.

"What time is it?" Harley's faint voice asked.

"It's 8 PM, Harls," Peter answered in a whisper.

"Have you eaten something yet?" he shot back in concern the moment he got an answer.

"I did, it's alright." Peter grabbed a muffin from the nightstand and passed it to Harley, who thanked him.

"What are you watching?" he asked as he began eating his muffin.

"A Harry Potter marathon."

Harley scrunched his nose as he sat up. "I hate JK Rowling."

"Don't we all?"

"True."

The boy from Tennessee yawned and stretched his back before letting himself fall down next to Peter.

"Can we imagine half the characters aren't straight or cis just out of spite?"

"Harls, darling," said Peter with false condescension, "what do you think I've been doing?"

They both grinned and accommodated so they were now sitting directly beside each other, sharing blankets.

"Perhaps you're the one who should rest now," Harley said when he felt Peter's head in his shoulder, immediately wrapping one arm around him to hold him securely.

Peter hummed. He already had his eyes closed and snuggled further into his boyfriend's chest. The other started running a hand through his hair, knowing how much it calmed him.

"Night," Peter mumbled.

"Night, love."