Another day of class had consumed Peter's time. His leg bounced anxiously as he glanced at the clock. Nearly time for him to get out of school so he could get the last of the photos he needed. All he had to do was get the last photo of some empty lot in Queens and he was set. Not too far from Aunt May's actually.

He blinked as a piece of paper hit his head. He looked at the paper ball and sighed, only imagining what it was. He brushed it aside and let it fall by his feet. "Parker?" The teacher asked, getting everyone's attention. "Why would you litter?"

Peter blushed. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was just getting rid of something unimportant. I'll get it after-"

"Well, then you won't mind me picking it up then?" She asked, threateningly he realized as she approached and picked up the paper. Peter glanced and it was a crude stick figure with big breasts holding a dick, with a caption written on saying, "If only mine were real!" He sighed as he caught a small snickering in the back. The teacher sighed. "Aim for the trash can next time," She said gently as she shredded the piece and tossed it.

"Yes, Ma'am," Peter whispered, refocusing on the study guide.

What felt like a lifetime later, the bell had rung at last. Peter gathered his things and hurried to his locker, relieved as Harry stood by it, playing with a fidget spinner. He grinned at Peter. "Hey, man!"

"Hey. MJ done with band, yet?"

"She's coming, but thinking we could hit up Cups? I mean before we get those photos unless it's on the way there."

"Coffee!" Peter piped up happily, his voice cracking a bit. He blushed as Harry laughed. Peter rolled his eyes and got the things he needed for the weekend. He glanced at Harry curiously. "You doing okay?"

Harry cleared his throat. "Yeah, just uh..." He sighed and Peter raised an eyebrow. Harry had always been terrible about lying to Peter. MJ, bless her heart, was always so trusting of them both. She hadn't had a clue about Harry's mental health. Harry took a deep breath. "Better days," He finally said honestly.

"Just know you can always come over," Peter offered as he zipped up his backup.

MJ practically chugged her shot of espresso, making Peter and Harry gape at her with worried awe. Harry finally said, "MJ...that's your third one. You good?"

MJ sighed, ruffling her dyed red hair. "Yeah, just gotta game tonight."

"Which one?" Peter asked. "Smite?"

"Yeah. I'm hoping my team is going to be available. If I get paired up with people who just AFK the whole match, I will absolutely lose it on them." She sighed heavily as she grabbed her notebook, pulling out some math notes. "But we're swinging by that last lot right?"

"Yeah."

"Where all has Dad sent you?" Harry asked, a bit worried.

"Mostly empty lots. Oh, and a couple abandoned buildings." Harry's eyes bugged with alarm at that. "Don't worry. I didn't go inside. I did go beyond the fence though to get some good shots-"

"Pete, don't ever do that," Harry snapped, startling both him and MJ. Peter blinked as he said, "I get that you're doing your job, but you're tiny. What if you get kidnapped?"

Peter gulped. "What's that supposed to mean?" He muttered.

Harry sighed as MJ squinted at him. "I don't mean it like that. I mean...you are short, man. I'm pretty sure MJ can bench press you and she has the weight lifting strength of a kitten." MJ kicked Harry's shin under the table at that, making him grunt and smile. "My point is, you can't go in places like that, at least, not alone, alright?"

Peter sighed and nodded. "I know...It's just..."

"Dysphoria," MJ stated, Peter nodding in agreement. "For the record, you're hella manly, Pete. But manliness isn't the same thing as invincible. You can't throw yourself into dangerous situations. Gotta be smart, alright?" MJ smirked. "But maybe you should join Harry at the gym instead of using the weight set we grabbed at Angel Street."

Harry blinked as Peter went red and smirked to the smaller man. "You're lifting? Lemme see!" He said, making to shove Peter's sleeve up playfully. Peter groaned as he fought Harry off, making MJ smile at the sight. "C'mon, Pete! Lemme see them muscles!"

"Cut it out!"

"I'm home!" Peter said as he entered the house, MJ and Harry behind him. "I got MJ and Harry!"

"Aunt May, I'm gonna order pizza for us all, you want some?" Harry asked as he poked his head into the living room.

May smiled sweetly at Harry. "That sounds lovely, Sweetie." She stood and gave the boy a hug. "Thank you for helping Peter out with the job situation." Harry blushed as May kissed his head, making Peter smile.

Like Peter, Harry had lost his mother a while back. She had gotten pretty sick. Cancer. After that, Norman had basically buried himself in hours upon hours of work and, unfortunately, fallen into the same habits as Harry's grandfather. Harry pushed through the best he could, knowing he could escape as soon as he found an apartment since he'll be turning eighteen soon enough. He only needed to be patient.

Harry made the call as they all made their way up to Peter's room. MJ claimed Peter's bed as the owner of said bed sat at his desk, booting up the computer and getting to work on the photos.

Harry plopped down next to MJ as she booted up Smite, Harry watching her play curiously. MJ had tried hundreds of times to explain to Harry how the game worked, but really, it was nearly impossible to figure out for the genius. He was good with genetics, not so good at games. Peter himself had never been really into video games unless he was watching YouTube. Not able to afford a gaming system himself or a good computer to play on, it was deemed useless to him.

Pizza arrived. Games were played. Sodas were shotgunned like the kids they were. Peter had nearly finished the photos when the power suddenly went out as there was a loud crash boom. All that remained in his room was the glow from MJ's laptop, simply telling her the connection had been lost.

"No!" MJ whined as Peter gulped thickly. "C'mon, are you serious!? I almost won! Man…" She sighed.

Harry rested a hand on MJ's arm as he looked to Peter, turning on the flashlight just as the lights came back on. "Pete?" He asked, noticing the tense silence the guy held. MJ sat up straight, alerted now to the tension. "Peter?"

"Guys...I was in the middle of saving the photos."

"Oh god," MJ whispered, hurrying to Peter's laptop. "Move," She commanded, shoving the boy out of his seat. Harry rubbed his back as MJ quickly got to work, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Peter rubbed his face. "Mr. Osborn is gonna fire me! This was my first job, other than that stupid bullshit blog that podcast guy started!"

"Doesn't count cuz that guy used your photos without permission," Harry pointed out. "So glad you told me so I could pull the plug on him."

"Oh god! I'm fucked!" Peter whined, his voice cracking as his eyes watered up fearfully.

Harry reached out to say something but MJ let out a sigh of relief. "Not quite, Pete," She said, smiling devilishly to him. "I got most of the photos. A few of the files were corrupted but most of them, you're good."

"That's badass!" Harry said as Peter quickly scanned the photos on the screen. "So, what wasn't saved?"

Peter muttered under his breath as he scanned them before sighing, "Just the creepy building." He checked the time. "If we go now, I can get the photos and save them quickly to email them in tomorrow."

Harry blinked. "Pete, you sure?" Peter looked up to see that Harry was looking outside. "It's pouring."

"Positive."

"Then you're not going alone," MJ simply said, stealing one of Peter's hoodies and sliding on her shoes.