Request by SymphonicSynth (Wattpad)

So the beginning is pretty bad but the middle and end are emotional and painful :)

Also! Don't be mad at anyone for what happens in this oneshot, nobody did the right thing (at first at least) and there's a lot of emotion-fueled words exchanged. Just so you know! Peter and Harley (and the Avengers) made bad decisions, but this is angsty fanfiction and that's what we want soooooooo... yeah

TW: suicide

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

Twelve months.

Fifty-two weeks.

Three hundred and sixty-five days.

One year. Harley was going to leave him for an entire year. Peter hugged his knees, weeping silently. He was on month four. Four out of twelve. And already, he was at his ends.

He hadn't spoken to Harley much since he packed up and left. At first they were facetiming and texting constantly, but that died out pretty quickly. They hadn't held a real conversation since early September, and it was now January.

Peter had a pretty quick downfall, becoming mopey and depressed. He struggled with the simplest of tasks, like getting out of bed or eating enough. As time passed, and it got harder for him to live, he learned to ignore the stabbing hunger pains that plagued his every waking moment.

The Avengers didn't really notice, they just chalked Peter's strange behavior to his age. After all, none of them knew what raising a seventeen year old was supposed to be like. Teenagers are angsty, and that's all it was. "Brighten up," they told him. It was just some regular, average teenage angst, and nobody wanted to deal with that.

But to Peter? It was so much more than that. As he and Harley grew more distant, the remaining pieces of his will to live disintegrated. It went so far to the point where Peter found himself up on the rooftop, staring blankly down at the city streets below.

His mind was whirring, a thought crossing it that made him stop. It was situations like this that only Harley could fix. Ironic, wasn't it, that Harley was the reason Peter was up on the ledge on the first place?

He closed his eyes, letting the cold winter breeze brush against his malnourished, shivering body. It felt awful... but it wouldn't for much longer. Peter smiled, for the first time in a long time. Soon, nothing would feel bad ever again. He wouldn't have to deal with any of it, not with Harley, not with the Avengers, none of it. He would finally be free.

Taking a deep breath, Peter stepped off the edge. He didn't feel anything... was he dead? He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. He was... still on the rooftop? No, not quite...

"Peter." Was that... Harley's voice? Why did he sound so sad? Was Harley dead too? Peter looked toward the voice, feeling his heart drop at the sight of Harley holding onto him for dear life. No, Peter wasn't on the rooftop. He was dangling over a busy street, held up by Harley, who was crying and struggling to pull him back onto the roof.

"Peter, darlin', please!" The southern boy's voice sounded horribly broken, but Peter couldn't feel anything but numb with a twinge of anger. How dare Harley ruin this? He was finally going to be free...

"Let go of me." Peter's voice sounded detached, and strangely monotone. Harley let out a loud cry, pulling both of them up onto the rooftop with a grunt. They hit the ground roughly, Harley groaning before pinning Peter down.

"How could you?" Harley cried, breathing heavily. Peter could hear Harley's quick heartbeat. Where was his heartbeat? Peter wasn't alive, he hadn't been for awhile. But nobody noticed, or cared enough to check up on him. Nobody tried to help him, nobody cared about him. "Dammit, Peter, I- I was going to surprise you, and everything could go back to normal, and we wouldn't be apart anymore..." Harley shook his head, closing his eyes to try and keep the tears from flowing out. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you? You stopped calling, you wouldn't answer my texts, I didn't know what to think..." he took a shaky breath. "What if I hadn't shown up when I did? What would I do without you?" Peter glared at the sobbing boy, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah? What about me? You left me, Harley. You didn't have to leave. Did you ever really love me?" Harley stopped, feeling anger bubble inside him.

"I loved you more than you ever loved me. And I still love you. The real question is, do you actually love me?" Peter looked to the side, clenching his jaw. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Clearly you don't care about me, or anyone else, if you were going to kill yourself. That's selfish."

"Nobody cared," Peter whispered, staring blankly at the night sky behind Harley. The blond frowned.

"What do you mean, 'nobody cared?'"

"Nobody cared," he repeated. "Nobody did anything. They saw, and they just ignored it. When I started to lose weight, when I stopped getting out of bed, when I stopped going to school..." Harley's eyes widened. Now that he mentioned it, Peter did seem awfully skinny. He looked sick and pale, his malnourished body shivering in the cold January air.

"Peter-"

"No. No! I was finally going to be free, I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. Why'd you have to come and ruin it? I was finally going to be happy again..." Harley was at a loss for words. Instead, he let go of Peter's arms and legs, pulling the smaller boy into a tight hug. Both of them were sobbing, tears and snot soaking into their clothes.

"I'm so sorry..." Harley murmured. Peter nodded, sniffing quietly.

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't- I shouldn't've-" Harley shushed him, pressing their foreheads together.

"It's ok," he whispered. "It's all going to be ok..." Just then, the Avengers came up the stairs, all smiley and excited. Their smiles dropped, however, when they saw the two sobbing boys.

"What happened?" Tony wondered, frowning. Harley sighed gently, holding the sides of Peter's face and giving him an apologetic look.

"He jumped. I caught him," he stated simply, knowing any more detail would make him burst into tears again. Everyone's eyes widened, the Avengers exchanging shocked glances.

"Oh my god, Peter-" Tony stopped, sighing. "I'm so sorry, I never should've ignored you... shit." Steve didn't bother to reprimand the billionaire, instead nodding in agreement.

"I'm sorry too."

"Me too."

"So am I."

All of them offered him an apology for ignoring him and not trying to help, Peter still shaking and shivering in Harley's arms.

"I think we should go inside..." the blond glanced up at the Avengers, eyes puffy and red rimmed from crying. "If you don't mind, I think we need to be alone for a little bit." They all nodded, moving to let them through. Harley picked Peter up a little too easily, trying to ignore it until they could talk it out.

They went to Peter's room, since Harley wasn't unpacked yet, the southern boy wrapping a fuzzy blanket around Peter's shivering, sickly frame. He gave the brunette a small pack of fruit snacks from his bag, letting him nibble hesitantly on the gummies. They had a long conversation, finally ending with a slow, gentle kiss. Things would never be the same, no, but they could work to repair their broken bond.

Harley laid down on the bed next to Peter, hugging the smaller boy tightly. He wished he never had to leave in the first place, maybe all of this could've been avoided. It would've saved everyone a lot of heartache and worry, that's for sure. But even still, Harley was glad that he and Peter were ok again. The brunette meant the world to him. He smiled sleepily, Peter snuggling into his chest.

"I love you," Harley murmured. After a moment of hesitation, Peter responded.

"... I love you too."


did I hurt your feelings lmao

But hey if you are ever in this sort of situation (god I hope none of you are but I feel like I should still just... say something...) DON'T react with anger like Harley did, I'm not great at this kind of stuff but you gotta make them feel loved and that life is worth living

And if you're the Peter in this situation... please don't kill yourself, you are loved (even if it doesn't seem like it). Take it from your (probably not very) local Peter, its really hard sometimes but think about everything you could miss out on! Like finding love, getting your own home, adopting a pet to curl up and watch netflix with, getting your dream job, or maybe something extra special like winning the lottery or winning a Nobel prize! (Youll never know if you're not alive to win it. Just saying)

Anyway this is getting really long so... I LOVE YOU

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