First ending based off ideas by M_SBerke, EmilyDisney5, SymphonicSynth, and LilFlower416 (Wattpad)
Its pretty long! Like... twice the length of a normal chapter long
***This is the first ending for "No... Please!" Remaining endings coming soon!***
TW: Attempted rape, you might cry at some point idk
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
3rd Person P.O.V.
"The tracker says he should be here," Tony stated, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Hold on, kiddo." They snuck further into the building, hearing faint screams coming from a closed door. Tony quickly broke it down, freezing at the sight. There was Peter, getting tied down to a bed by... Harley?
"Oh my god, Peter-" Harley froze. He was standing there, staring at himself. Tony looked at him, then at the other Harley, mouth open in shock. They were identical to each other, right down to the messy hair and outfit. Peter let out a terrified, heart-wrenching scream, swiftly cut off by one of the Harleys shoving a gag into his mouth. Tony and the other Harley were still frozen in the doorway, struggling to process what was happening.
The first Harley smirked, finishing the last strap and grabbing the inside of Peter's thighs. He sat over the screaming boy, spreading his buttcheeks and sticking a finger in.
"NO!" The second Harley yelled, running and tackling the first Harley to the ground. Tony snapped out of it, quickly unstrapping Peter while the Harleys wrestled. The traumatized boy scrambled away and crouched down in the corner, fumbling to get the gag off as he sobbed and tried to cover his exposed body.
Tony looked between both Harleys, unable to tell which was which. Since the Harley that had hurt Peter was still fully clothed, and the Harley that had come with Tony was too, wearing an identical outfit. He ran in, pulling them apart.
"Peter. Which one hurt you?" the billionaire questioned, looking between both Harleys. The terrified boy looked at both, unsure.
"Peter I would never hurt you!" one of them declared.
"Neither would I!" Peter frantically picked one Harley, the other being let go and immediately running to the brunette's side. The worry quickly turned to an evil smirk, grabbing Peter roughly.
"Shame, you don't even know which Harley is the real one!" He dragged the smaller boy on the floor, manhandling him.
"NONONONO PLEASE-" Harley was knocked out, the other Harley bringing his foot down on him. Peter was dropped, immediately hiding himself in the corner.
"Peter-" Harley went to offer a gentle touch to the crying boy, only to get his hand slapped away with a terrified cry.
"DON'T TOUCH ME, PLEASE JUST GO AWAY!" Harley pulled his hand back, feeling hurt. He hadn't done anything wrong...
"Harley. Back off, he's scared." The blond stared at Peter, but did as told. Tony offered a hand to the brunette, who just tucked himself further into the corner.
"Please don't touch me..." Peter whispered, sounding horribly broken. Tony nodded, sending Harley out to the car to grab a blanket. It was handed to Peter, who wrapped it around himself gratefully.
"Are you ok to walk?" Tony questioned. "There's a car outside." Peter nodded, avoiding eye contact. He stood up shakily, holding onto the wall for support. He took slow, unsteady steps, making his way to the car as Tony and Harley followed. He climbed into the backseat, curling into a ball. Harley got into the passenger seat, looking at the traumatized boy sadly.
"No... please, don't hurt me... DON'T TOUCH ME!" Peter screamed, voice breaking.
"Peter, kiddo, nobody's touching you, you're safe now, I promise," Tony frowned worriedly, driving back to the tower at law-breaking speeds. Peter ran inside quickly, closing and locking his door as his legs gave out, the poor boy collapsing. He sobbed quietly on the floor, curling in on himself.
Peter felt so weak. How could he let this happen... it was all his fault. He dragged himself across the floor to his bathroom, running a bath and climbing in hesitantly. The water burned, but that was how Peter wanted it. He scrubbed at his skin until it was red, trying, and failing, to wash away what Harley had done to him.
But no matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn't wash away the memories. He could still feel Harley's hands on him, touching him, touching the inside of him... Peter shuddered. He hugged his knees to his chest, putting his head down. He felt so violated... he had trusted Harley... why would he do this to Peter?
"Peter? Kiddo? Please open the door, we need to make sure you're ok," Tony called, jiggling the doorknob. There wasn't any response, and the billionaire sighed. "FRIDAY? Where's Peter?"
"In his bathroom, sir." FRIDAY's disembodied voice echoed through the hallways, Tony swallowing thickly.
"Is he safe?"
"He's taking a bath. No apparent threats detected." Tony sighed, nodding. He would have to come back later. Peter deserved some time alone, as much as Tony didn't want to leave him alone. For now, though, he had another teenager to deal with. Harley was sulking in his room, feeling angry and confused and hurt. Tony walked into the doorway of Harley's room, knocking lightly to catch the blond's attention.
"Hey. How you doing?" he wondered, Harley turning to look at him.
"I don't understand... I didn't do anything to him. It was that... other me," the southern boy spat bitterly. His angry expression smoothed out, becoming one of sadness and hurt. "I would never hurt him... I- I think I love him," Harley admitted, head down. Tony had to admit, he was shocked at this new declaration, but it made sense.
"It's going to be hard. You'll have to regain his trust first," he reminded. Harley frowned.
"But I would never hurt him..."
"I know that. Prove it to Peter. He's going to need someone there for him, especially after what he just went through... poor kid." Tony shook his head solemnly. Harley nodded, looking down at his lap. "All right. Just... don't overwhelm him, ok? I know you're hurting, but Peter was just-"
"Sexually assaulted. I know..." Harley sighed. "Yeah, I'll do my best." Tony nodded, walking out. Two hurting kids... what a mess.
Peter hadn't really moved much, still sitting in his bath water in fetal position. Only now, the water was cold, and small shivers racked his body. Peter didn't really care, though. What was a little shivering when there were so many worse things?
"Peter!" He heard someone call from the hallway. He stood up shakily, holding a hand to his head. He closed his eyes, grabbing a towel and drying himself off quickly, a few tears slipping from his eyes. He dressed himself, putting on a big hoodie and big sweatpants, putting the hood on and hiding his hands in the sleeves. There was still knocking coming from the door, meaning the person was still outside.
"Who is it?" Peter asked cautiously.
"It's me. Tony." The brunette opened the door hesitantly, poking his head out just slightly.
"What do you want?"
"Would you be ok with talking to Bruce? Just quickly, nobody has to touch you either." Peter was unsure, but Tony looked like he was practically begging.
"Ok..." He followed Tony, keeping a few steps behind just in case. Peter went into Bruce's little office, eyeing the chair warily and instead choosing to stand.
"Peter, hey," the scientist greeted kindly, staying a few feet away from the anxious boy. "I just want to ask you a few questions, ok?"
After a quick, horrible sequence of questions, Bruce stood up, walking out to talk to Tony. Peter could hear little snippets of their conversation through the door.
"It's likely he'll develop PTSD... too early to tell... it's best... Harley." Peter shuddered. He looked around the office, noticing an awful lot of similarities to the room. The chair, a couch pushed up against the wall (couch, bed, it was all the same), an odd lightbulb hanging from the ceiling...
Suddenly, it wasn't the office. Peter was back in that room, tied up to that chair, Harley standing over him-
"Peter! Hey, hey, calm down, you're safe here, you're safe-"
"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! DON'T- DON'T-" he broke down, collapsing in a heap of soul-shattering sobs, chest heaving. Bruce and Tony stood over him, feeling useless as Peter shook with frightened cries. But they backed off, glancing at each other worriedly.
It had been a few days, and Peter still wasn't doing much better. He had allowed Tony and Bruce to touch him again, holding his hand for comfort. But he was still having the same panic attacks, horribly vivid nightmares, and constant baths, still trying to scrub Harley's sick touches from his skin.
"I'm fucked up. I'm fucked up. I'm fucked up- !" Peter looked up, seeing Harley standing outside his door. He scrambled backward, hitting himself on his bed. "N-no, no, st-stay aWAY!" Harley sat down in the hallway, staring at him from a distance.
"I can't hurt you from out here." Harley's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes puffy from crying. He stared at Peter, chin trembling. It hurt, seeing how afraid the smaller boy was. "I don't want to hurt you. I promise." Peter shook his head frantically, hiding his head under his arms, trying not to look at the blond.
"P-please..."
"I didn't hurt you. I would never do that to you, Peter, I- I love you," Harley admitted, looking down at his lap. "I wanted to tell you before, but I was so scared of getting rejected... but then this happened, and this, this is so much worse than rejection..." Peter peeked out from under his arms, seeing Harley out in the hallway, crying. The sight of him sparked terror in Peter's heart, yes, but Harley couldn't possibly hurt him from this distance... right? Taking a shaky breath, he moved his arms away from his head, instead wrapping them around his knees, eyeing Harley warily.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you. It's really awful, and I hate that you're so traumatized... it hurts me to see you like this. And I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms and tell you it'll all be ok, that I'll never let anyone hurt you again..." Harley's voice broke, the blond sniffing and wiping away some tears. "But, um, I know you don't trust me anymore... please, you gotta believe me, I would never hurt you, I hate seeing you in pain. I didn't do that to you. I would never... I wouldn't... I care about you too much."
Peter was unsure of what to think. On one hand, he wanted to let Harley in, to have that comfort and reassurance. On the other hand... he wasn't sure if he could trust the southern boy. What if it was just another trick?
Peter grabbed his head, squeezing his eyes shut. No... Tony and Bruce wouldn't let Harley near him if there was a chance of him hurting Peter again... right? There had been two Harleys that day- and one had attacked the other. They couldn't have been on the same side...
"Ok," Peter whispered. Harley's head perked up from the hallway, tilting curiously. "You... you can come closer. Slowly." The blond nodded eagerly, approaching him slowly. "Stop! Stop..." Harley was about a foot away from him, sitting on the floor calmly. "Ok, ok... this is fine..."
"Are you ok?" Harley questioned, looking at Peter nervously. The smaller boy nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so." He looked up, making eye contact with Harley. Peter sucked in a breath, trying to stay calm. He won't hurt you, he's not going to touch you there, it's ok...
"Peter?" Harley was looking at him with concern, clearly struggling with not being able to lend a comforting touch.
"Can- can I touch you?" The brunette asked, unsure.
"Yeah, of course." Peter frowned. Harley seemed so calm about it, like it didn't matter to him. He supposed maybe it didn't, as it never mattered that much to him before. Cautiously, Peter extended a hand, letting it rest on Harley's knee. He watched it with wide eyes, feeling safe and ok. Harley wasn't going to grab him and pin him down, or hold his wrists so Peter couldn't fight back... no. Harley was safe.
"Hey," the southern boy murmured. "You ok?" Peter hadn't even noticed that he was shaking. Embarrassed, he pulled his hand back, holding it to his chest.
"Oh, um... yeah." He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He was ok, wasn't he? "Can you... could you please leave now?" Peter opened his eyes, seeing the hurt expression on Harley's face. The blond stood up, nodding, and walked out. Peter sighed, collapsing onto the floor. He breathed, in and out, in... and out. He was ok.
The next day, Harley came back. He sat in the hallway again, having a mostly one-sided conversation. Eventually, though, Peter let him in, allowing some form of small contact. They repeated this, for days on end, until one day, Peter made a huge step.
"Could... could I try leaning on you?" he asked, Harley quickly nodding with surprise.
"Yeah, if you want, that's fine." Peter took a deep breath, slowly leaning against Harley's side. He closed his eyes, controlling his breathing. Harley smelled nice, like pine and the hand soap from the lab. Much different from the dirty, sweaty smell of the other Harley. Peter shuddered just thinking about it. "Peter?"
"Mhm?"
"Is it ok for me to put my arm around you?" Peter opened his eyes, looking up at Harley. "If you're not comfortable with it that's fine-"
"No," the brunette shook his head, swallowing. "It's ok. You can, just... careful, please." Harley nodded, arm wrapping around Peter's back, hand resting on the crook of Peter's elbow gently. The smaller boy sighed, closing his eyes again and resting his head on Harley's shoulder. He felt ok, safe even. Harley wasn't going to hurt him.
That was SO long woah
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