Request by MarvelFanToTheCore (Wattpad)

I feel like the longer this oneshot goes on the more questionable it gets

Honestly this had been an entirely innocent and cute idea to begin with (sort of) and it became... this...

Its also pretty long so apologies/you're welcome (idk what length chapters you like, frankly idc but whatever)

TW: drinking/drunkenness, attempted rape/assault, mentions of pills (but not illegal ones or anything)

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Harley looked at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his collar. He was attending an important party tonight, one held by none other than Tony Stark. He hadn't seen the Old Man in years, and he was determined to make a good impression as his older self. He really needed a job, having just graduated college (a few years early, may I add. Harley was only 21). Stark Industries was an obvious first choice for the young inventor.

He arrived to the party around 10 pm, walking into the large ballroom full of people in lavish outfits holding large glasses of various drinks. There was an open bar serving every kind of drink on one side of the room, a few people already drunk. Harley steered clear of there, sure he was 21 but he wasn't really planning on drinking. He needed to be stone cold sober if he wanted to convince Tony to give him a job, and even that might not be enough.

Sighing, Harley grabbed a few samples of food, glancing around the room. Tony was elusive, that's for sure, and the young blond would have to keep looking.

It was almost 10:45 when Harley finally found Tony, pushing through the crowd to find himself face to face with the billionaire.

"Old Man, how are you! It's been so long!" He exclaimed, grinning charmingly.

"Do I- *hic* do I know you?" Tony wondered, words slurring gently. Of course. He was drunk.

"Yeah, it's me, Harley?" Tony shrugged, laughing.

"You-you're out of your league here, kid. You'd better- *hic* you'd better find someone more y- your speed." Harley's smile dropped. The crowd pushed around him, leaving the 21-year-old behind. Tony was drunk, sure, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Sighing, Harley trekked his way to the bar, defeated. He sat down, signaling to the bartender.

"Whiskey," he said simply. The drink was poured and passed to him, and the blond took a sip, feeling the alcohol burn his throat. It didn't really bother him too much, whiskey had never been too abrasive for him.

He set down his empty glass, pushing it away. He should probably stop, getting drunk would just make his situation worse. Harley got up, wandering aimlessly when something caught his eye.

Two middle aged men were holding up a much younger man, who was clearly much too drunk to stand on his own. Harley watched with a sinking heart as the young man was dragged off to the bathroom, completely helpless. It was frightening, knowing what was almost certainly about to happen. Harley hesitated for a moment before following quietly.

The bathroom door was closed, but Harley knew it didn't lock- he had been in here earlier. He cupped his ear to the door, listening for any signs of what he feared.

"Look, Marty, he can't even do anything! Man, this kid is drunk..."

"I don't care. Tie his wrists, gag him. Hell, why not tie his legs apart too? It'd make this so much easier for us." Harley froze. His suspicions were correct, but what should he do? He wasn't armed, and there was no way of knowing if those men were. Biting his lip, Harley grabbed a metal platter from a nearby table, busting open the door and smacking both men in the head until they were passed out.

He dropped the platter, the loud echo it produced making him wince. He turned, seeing the young man tied and gagged. When Harley went to untie the ropes, the man flinched violently, screaming uselessly into the gag.

"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you..." Harley started to untie the ropes spreading the boy's legs apart, feeling a sickening churn in his stomach. "I'm Harley, and I'm going to get you out of here, ok?" The man was unresponsive to his words, but the screaming was starting to die down.

Now that they were so close, Harley could see the man much more clearly. He had messy brown hair, a light splattering of freckles, and the most terrified drunken doe eyes he had ever seen. He was quite beautiful, and Harley was upset that those men had tried to do things to him.

"Did they hurt you?" Harley asked, speaking softly as to not alarm the poor boy. He shook his head, and the blond relaxed a bit. He finished untying the ropes, and carefully pulled the gag out. "What's your name?"

"P-Peter..." The man responded, closing his eyes with a soft sigh.

"Alright Peter, I think I'll take you to my place for the night. You clearly need help." Peter didn't respond, already passed out. Harley sighed, gently scooping him up and carrying him outside, bridal style. Luckily, his apartment wasn't too far from here.

Harley struggled to unlock the door, kicking it open and holding it with his foot before letting it slam shut on its own. Peter was set on the couch, Harley pouring a glass of water before trying to wake the brunette.

"Peter, hey, wake up, c'mon." He shook Peter gently, eventually rousing him from his slumber. "Here, drink this." He handed over the glass of water, watching Peter spill the water onto his shirt. "Oh... alright, let me help you with that." Harley took the half empty cup back, setting it down.

"Stay." Harley got up, grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants from his closet. "Here, get changed." Harley handed them to Peter, showing him to the bathroom. The boy emerged a few minutes later, wearing Harley's oversized clothes. The blond hesitated for a moment, staring. Peter looked awfully good in his clothes...

"Here, I'll help you, just sit down." Harley grabbed the water, tipping the cup slowly to let Peter drink. "Good, there you go." The brunette groaned, laying down and closing his eyes.

"'M tired," he mumbled, shoving his face into the couch cushions. Harley nodded, tossing a blanket over Peter's body.

"Ok, sleep well then..." Harley yawned, turning the lights off and heading to his room. He was awfully tired as well, some sleep would do him good.

"Hey... um... sorry..." Harley woke up to a nervous looking brunette, shaking his shoulder gently. "I don't remember how I got here...?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Oh... your name is Peter, right?" The boy nodded. "I'm Harley, I took you home from the party. You were super drunk last night."

"Yeah..." Peter fidgeted with his hands, glancing away. "Sorry, but I need to ask, did we... did we do anything last night?" He questioned, tugging at the oversized hoodie sleeve he wore.

"No, of course not, you were drunk." Harley sat up, stretching quickly. "You must be hungover after that, do you want anything? I think I have aspirin," he offered.

"Sure, thank you."

"Don't mention it." Harley went to fetch the medication for Peter, giving him two pills plus a glass of water. "So... I think you should know something about last night. I don't want you to be scared or traumatized or anything like that, but also... I feel like you deserve to know." Harley took a deep breath, explaining the situation he had stumbled across during the party, minus a few details. Peter's eyes slowly filled with horror as he listened to the story.

"Oh..."

"Yeah, I know, but I promise you nothing happened. You were, um, fully clothed, and everything... just tied up." They both grimaced at the thought. "You're safe now. I don't want to hurt you or anything."

"I believe you. Thanks for helping me last night."

"Sure. It was nice meeting you, by the way." Peter nodded, texting someone.

"You too," he murmured. "So, I'm getting someone to pick me up, don't- don't freak out, ok?" Harley tilted his head, raising an eyebrow curiously. Not a minute later, there was a knock at the door, and Peter ran to get it. He invited the person in, and Harley was surprised to see none other than Tony Stark. In his apartment.

"Thank you, thank you!" The billionaire exclaimed, shaking Harley's hand. His expression changed quickly, squinting at the tall blond. "Hold on, do I know you?"

"Jeez, Old Man, I haven't changed that much," Harley snorted, grinning. Tony's eyes lit up with recognition.

"Harley?!"

"In the flesh."

"What are you doing here? I thought you were still in Tennessee?" Tony wondered. Harley shrugged.

"Moved here not too long ago. I was planning on getting a job at Stark Industries-"

"You're hired," Tony insisted, without missing a beat. "It's the least I could do, considering. And hey," the older man ruffled Peter's hair with a soft smile. "I'm sure Peter would like having you around, right Pete?"

"Hmm?" Tony chuckled,

"Alright, maybe we should get you home... and Harley, thank you again. If you're not busy tomorrow, I'd love for you to stop by for a tour, and maybe we can even get an employee badge made..." He mused.

"Sounds good, I'm looking forward to it." Tony nodded, waving to the southern boy as he walked out the door.

"Wonderful, see you then!" And just like that, he was gone, taking Peter with him. Harley had his new job, plus he would probably be seeing a lot more of Peter since they would be co-workers. Harley smiled, happy that everything had worked out. His new life in the city was going to be good.

lmao you can really tell I stopped caring towards the end-

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