Part 2 requested by lokisonfam, anastasiaisawsome, I_Swear_Im_Ok, and JEbackman (Wattpad)

Yeah, so y'all already know the warnings if you read the first part... if not, go read it first. Trust me.

Sorry this one took so long, but I've been really busy and this is also the length of what would usually be 3 chapters sooooo... yeah

TW: eating disorder, needles and hospital shit

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.


3rd Person P.O.V.

Peter woke up in Harley's arms, yawning tiredly. He must've slept at least 9 hours, but he didn't feel rested. He laid still until the blond started to stir, kissing Peter's ear. Harley's lips lingered for a moment, before he moved away to stretch and sit up.

"Peter, darlin', you awake?"

"Mhm."

"Alright, how about we go get breakfast then, hmm?" Harley suggested, getting out of bed. Peter groaned, turning to push his face into the pillow. Food was the last thing he wanted right now. "Hey." Harley set a gentle hand on the brunette's back, rubbing slow circles. "Why don't you want to eat?" He asked, trying to be cautious.

" 'M feelin' sick," Peter mumbled, letting out a short whine when Harley's hand left his back.

"Look at me." Peter turned to peek at the southern boy, a hand quickly pressing against his forehead. Harley frowned, shaking his head. "You feel normal, c'mon. Let's go."

"No. I'll have lunch." Harley was hesitant, but eventually nodded.

"Fine... but you better not lie to me, Peter." He sighed, shaking his head and walking out. The smaller boy let out a relieved sigh. Sure, he felt bad, but his weight loss was the most important thing. He wanted to make Harley happy... but the blond would appreciate Peter's new skinny body, surely?

He got out of bed slowly, feeling a wave of dizziness and nausea hit him, hard. It was almost funny, really, the way his stomach wanted him to throw up its non-existent contents. Sighing, Peter went to the bathroom, closing and locking the door before taking off his hoodie and stepping on the scale.

101.9 lbs.

A twisted smile crossed his lips. He felt awful physically, but those low numbers gave him a bit of pep. He was getting there, he just had to keep going. He would stop before it got too dangerous, he knew his limits.

... Right?


When lunchtime came around, Harley was back to pester him about eating. Peter gave up easily, his energy from earlier having fizzled out rather quickly.

"Thank you, darlin'. How about I make you a grilled cheese, hmm? I know you love them," Harley offered. Peter grimaced. The thought of one of his favorite foods made him feel sick to his stomach.

"No... I can get myself something. But, um, thanks." Harley's grin faltered, and he followed Peter into the kitchen. The brunette felt very on edge as he grabbed a few raw carrots, biting into one while giving his boyfriend a pointed look. But Harley still wasn't convinced, taking a seat at the counter while watching Peter munch on the carrots for an awfully long time.

"How about we eat a little more than that, hmm?" Harley raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, watching the smaller boy closely.

"Harls..." Harley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, darlin', I'm not trying to force you into anything. But if you're not going to eat on your own, then I'll do what I have to for your safety. If you can prove to me that you can take care of yourself, then I won't have to watch you get food." Peter looked uncomfortable, teetering from his heels to his toes awkwardly. "Please, darlin', I love you. Just... please eat." Harley sniffled quietly, making Peter freeze. Harley barely ever cried...

"Ok, ok, just... please stop crying." The brunette pushed himself into Harley's arms, feeling his boyfriend shake and shiver with every sobbing breath. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Peter desperately tried to comfort the southern boy, whispering endless apologies. "I'm sorry... I'll eat, please don't cry..."

"I just love you so much, and... and..." Harley wiped his eyes, taking a calming breath. "I don't want to lose you, Peter. You could die." The brunette nodded, eyes watery.

"I'm sorry..."

"Eat," Harley insisted softly. Peter nodded, grabbing his carrots and chewing them slowly. It was difficult, but he hated that he had caused his usually calm and collected boyfriend to cry. Each bite felt like betrayal, but Peter didn't want Harley to worry.

When Harley was satisfied with what Peter had eaten, the brunette went back to his room, locking the door. He splayed across the bed, sighing. His stomach was churning, and it only took one glance toward the bathroom to convince the boy of what he would do. Harley wanted him to eat... and Peter wanted to lose weight.

He locked the bathroom door as well, weighing himself quickly.

102.2 lbs.

His weight only solidified the thoughts in Peter's head. He kneeled in front of the toilet, taking deep breaths. He had seen people do it a million times on tv, and he could do it too. Hell, maybe it would help him lose weight faster. Peter took a deep breath, shoving two fingers down his throat. He gagged a few times before anything came up, a burning combination of stomach acid and the carrots he had just eaten. He stared at it for a few moments before flushing it down.

Peter slumped against the wall, feeling disgusting. He brushed his teeth, spitting and shaking his head. He didn't really feel any different, which bothered him. He glanced back at the scale, biting his lip. No... he shouldn't.

Sighing, Peter unlocked the bathroom door, curling up on his bed with a soft groan. He was fine. He was fine! Wasn't he?


He woke up hours later, stomach groaning and growling. Peter was in a lot of pain, but kept trying to convince himself that it was ok, that this was normal. Somewhere, deep down, he knew it wasn't. But that part wasn't strong enough to make him stop, and that would lead to his inevitable downfall.


Peter's damaging routine went on for nearly a week, eating just enough to satisfy Harley before forcing it all out again. And he lost weight, more and more, until it was just too much for his body to take.

"Harley, why don't you go get Peter? I'm sure he'll want to join us for movie night," Tony suggested. The blond nodded, jumping up to go get his boyfriend. Peter's door was locked, like normal, but Harley got an override when the brunette didn't respond. At first glance, he appeared to be sleeping, splayed out on his bed.

"Hey, darlin', wake up," Harley gently shook the smaller boy. "It's movie night, and I think it's your pick tonight, c'mon." Peter didn't move, and Harley frowned. He shook the boy a little harder, trying to get some sort of response out of him. As more time passed, and Peter didn't move, he got more and more nervous.

"FRIDAY?" Harley's voice was unsteady, the anxiety clear in his tone. "Help!?"

"It appears that Mister Parker is suffering from extreme malnutrition. His body has just begun to shut down. Mister Stark has been alerted and is on his way."

"Shit, shit, shit..." Harley was near hyperventilating, shaking his unconscious boyfriend desperately. "Why didn't you alert anybody earlier?!" He asked the AI, rather angrily.

"Mister Parker insisted I don't. The 95 protocol, implemented 10 ten days ago." Just then, Tony ran in, followed by Bruce and a few other Avengers.

"What happened?" Tony questioned, eyes wide.

"He's unresponsive," Bruce murmured, checking Peter's pulse and breathing before scooping up the teen. His brows furrowed with concern. "He's really light... dangerously so..."

"He hasn't been eating enough..." Harley trailed off. "I should've said something when I found out, I just thought-"

"Wait, you knew about this? And you didn't tell anybody?! What the fuck, Harley?!" Tony snapped, eyes dark with a mix of fear and anger. Bruce grimaced, walking out with Peter's limp body in his arms. A couple Avengers followed him, the rest staying to watch what was going down between Tony and Harley.

"He could die, and it's all your fault. Why didn't you say anything?!"

"He told me he would take care of himself, and I made sure he ate something everyday..." Harley shook his head, trying to keep himself from breaking down completely. "I believed him, I wanted to believe it was the truth."

"I don't care if you believed him! You still should've told someone, or at least kept a better eye on him! Now? It's too late, and I could lose my... my son..." Tony sagged, worry deep in his bones.

"And I could lose the love of my life, my everything." Harley pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. "Look, can we argue about this later? I don't want to risk not-" his voice broke, but he forced himself to finish. "-not being able to see him again..." Tony sighed, nodding.

"Yeah, I know, I just- I love the kid, he's practically my son. And... I guess I got a little upset," he admitted. "I'm still mad at you, and him, but... we should probably go see what's going on." Tony, Harley, and the Avengers who were watching the scene unfold all went to the med bay, anxiety spiking once again.

"Bruce? Update?"

"I have him on a nutrition drip for now, but we might need to get him a feeding tube if he refuses to eat," Bruce informed solemnly. "He's extremely underweight. Someone of Peter's size should weigh at least 130 pounds. He only weighs 92." Harley clapped a hand over his mouth, stepping backwards to sit down. He looked awfully pale, and had to close his eyes to try and calm down.

"Shit..." Tony glanced at the unconscious boy, then at Harley, who looked like he was going to be sick. "Any idea when he'll wake up?" Bruce shook his head, biting his lip.

"Normally, I would say a few hours, but..." He hesitated, frowning. "I can't say. His organs were starting to shut down when we found him, but the nutrition drip should counter it. If he's not awake three days from now, we might have a bigger problem on our hands." A choked sob escaped Harley's lips before he stood up and ran out of the med bay.

"... But he'll be ok, right?" Tony questioned. Bruce looked down, shuffling his feet as he hesitated. "Bruce. Will he be ok?"

"I... I can't say for sure. But I'll do everything I can to help him," he promised.


It had been two days since Peter had arrived in the med bay, and he hadn't made much progress. While the nutrition drip was helping, it wouldn't work forever. Peter needed to wake up and eat some real food.

The med bay was unusually quiet those two days, Peter's only visitors being Bruce and the occasional visit from Nat or Steve. Harley had locked himself in his room, wallowing in guilt and pity. Tony had pushed everyone away as well, spending his days alone in his lab, building some sort of device.

So when Peter woke up around 3 am on the third day, he was completely alone. He blinked hazily, glancing around the darkened med bay. He didn't know why he was here, he wasn't in much pain and, from what he could tell, nothing was broken. He just felt confused and hurt that nobody had cared enough to stay with him. Usually either Tony or Harley would sit by his side when he was in the med bay.

It was dark, and Peter couldn't see as well as he wanted to. He frowned, feeling around and cringing when he felt the needle in his arm. He didn't know what it was for, but he didn't touch it. This wasn't a movie, this was real life, and he wasn't stupid. However, the IV wasn't going to stop him from getting up. Peter very carefully sat up, letting his legs dangle off the side of the bed for a minute.

He stood up, holding onto the IV bag pole for stability. He definitely felt wrong, like something was off, but his memory was hazy. Whatever had happened, it hadn't damaged his arms and legs, and that was good enough for the teen. Keeping a hold on the IV pole, Peter took slow steps out of the med bay and down the hall. All the lights were off, as it was the middle of the night and everyone was sleeping.

But Peter kept going, eventually coming across a door with light shining from underneath it. It was the door to the lab... but it was locked. Nobody was responding from inside, either, so Peter kept moving. Someone must've fallen asleep in the lab, and from what he knew, it was probably either Tony or Harley.

Harley!

Peter made a beeline for his boyfriend's room, finding light coming out from under that door as well. He stood there for a moment, before deciding to speak up.

"Har-" he stopped. His voice was barely audible, and his throat felt rough and scratchy. He settled for knocking softly.

"Go away." It was harsh, and Peter took a step back in surprise. He had never heard Harley sound so... he wasn't sure exactly. Maybe a mix of anger and pain, but sadder... Peter didn't know what to do, he was upset and confused and scared. He knocked again, more desperately.

"I said go away!" Peter stumbled backwards. Harley's voice was so full of emotion, all charged into one forceful statement. The brunette tripped, falling to the ground with a loud gasp. His IV got ripped from his arm, blood streaming from the open vein as he covered it with his hand in an attempt to slow the bleeding. Peter was breathing quickly, tears pricking at his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath, unable to stop the sob that escaped his lips.

"... Peter?" Harley sounded closer now, and less angry.

"Harls!" Peter cried, not caring about how his voice sounded. The door cracked open, the blond poking his head out and glancing at the boy on the floor, hand covered in blood and gripping at his arm.

"Jesus, I-" Harley was unable to form words, just watching with horror. He shook his head quickly, coming back to his senses. "What happened? What did you do?"

"Tripped," Peter stated simply, voice scratching painfully. "IV came out." Harley nodded, picking him up off the floor and pushing the IV pole back to the med bay.

"Why did you get out of bed?" Harley didn't sound sympathetic at all, a hint of anger behind his words. Peter shrunk back, sniffing quietly.

"I woke up, and- and nobody was there, I don't know what's going on..." The southern boy's expression softened; Peter was his weak spot.

"Alright." Harley set him back on the bed he had occupied for the past few days, the IV pole being pulled back to his bedside. "Uh... I can't put this back in, we should get Bruce. FRIDAY?"

"Mister Banner has already been contacted and is on his way here," the AI responded quickly. Harley nodded, grateful. He gently pulled Peter's hand away from his bleeding arm, examining it carefully. The bleeding had slowed down, but hadn't stopped completely.

"I'm here, I'm here. What happened?" Bruce pulled on a pair of gloves, immediately going to Peter's side to reinsert the IV. The smaller boy winced, scrunching up his nose and turning to look at Harley.

"He got up, tripped, and the IV came out. That's all I know," the blond shrugged.

"Peter?" Bruce frowned, squinting at the frightened boy.

"Yeah-" he was handed a glass of water, which he took gratefully. The cool water felt soothing to his scratchy throat. Bruce made him set the cup down for a moment while he cleaned and bandaged the original IV port, and Harley watched uneasily. When Bruce had finished, the blond beckoned him to the corner, where they spoke in hushed whispers

"He doesn't know what happened," Harley informed, frowning.

"I can't say I'm surprised... but he deserves to know."

"I don't know... what if he just goes back to it? I can't do this again, Bruce, these past few days were some of my lowest, and..." Harley shuddered. "I was so afraid to lose him, but so angry at him for what he did..."

"I know, Harley, but Peter has an illness. Eating disorders are not a choice, and like some other illnesses, they can become life-threatening if left untreated."

"I know, but... it's Peter. He doesn't really seem like the type-"

"Harley. There isn't a 'type,' you know that," Bruce reprimanded. The blond sighed, nodding.

"I know, I'm just... I'm just really upset with him." Harley looked up, eyes full of mixed emotions. "How could I have let him go this far?"

"It sounds like you might be more upset with yourself than with Peter."

"It's not your fault," Peter butted in, having heard the entire conversation. Super senses came in handy sometimes. Harley looked at him sadly, him and Bruce rejoining Peter at his bedside. "Please don't be sad Harls..." The southern boy sighed, nodding with a tiny smile. "I'm sorry." Peter put his head down shamefully, feeling too embarrassed to make eye contact.

"I'm sorry too. I should've tried harder to help you get better." Harley bit his lip, looking to the side. "I don't know if this is too soon or anything... but it'd make me feel a lot better if I saw you eat something." Bruce held up a finger, grabbing something from the mini fridge in the med bay. He set it down in front of Peter, putting a spoon next to it.

"Applesauce. Sound easy enough?" Sure enough, in front of Peter lay a small container full of applesauce. He swallowed thickly, staring at the food. "Oh, and FRIDAY will be monitoring your time in the bathroom. Nothing creepy, there's no recorded footage. But there will be an alert if you make yourself sick."

"Ok..." Peter hated the idea of that, but felt like he was in no place to argue. Hesitantly, he picked up the spoon, hand shaking. Harley got closer to him, holding Peter's hand still for a moment, looking into his boyfriend's wide doe eyes.

"It's ok." Harley's words were enough motivation for the brunette, and he slowly began to scoop some of the applesauce in his mouth, looking at the southern boy the whole time for comfort. Soon enough, the entire container was empty, Harley was grinning and Bruce seemed satisfied as well.

"Alright, well I'm going to bed. Harley, I assume you'll be staying...?" With confirmation from the blond, Bruce continued. "Great, if Peter wants to eat more there's a tub of applesauce in the fridge, there's also granola in one of the cabinets. He can eat more if he wants, but make sure he doesn't eat a lot. We don't want to put too much pressure on his body right now, but small amounts at a time are perfect." Harley nodded, and Peter looked at his lap awkwardly. "Goodnight then."

"Goodnight," Harley repeated, turning back to his boyfriend when Bruce left. "Still hungry, or..."

"No." Peter scooted closer to where the IV pole stood, silently asking for Harley to join him in the bed.

"Alright... you want cuddles, then?" The brunette nodded shyly, smiling just slightly. Harley got into bed, spooning Peter carefully. He let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to the smaller boy's neck.

"I forgot how much I missed the feeling of having you in my arms," the blond murmured. "I just love you so much... these past few days have been really difficult, not knowing what was going to happen..." Harley shuddered.

"I'm sorry," Peter replied. "I... I'll do better. For you. I promise." A small smile crossed Harley's lips.

"I know," he said simply. "I believe in you."


yikes that was so long

But again, Peter's problem is really serious and if you're having issues with that you should go to someone (I'm sorry it can't be me, but I would probably just make it worse since I also have this problem). I love all of you and please eat

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