I believe Harley is the older than Peter, so he's the eldest son.

Trigger Warning: Murder!

Laura Kenner was a lovely woman.

They met in a bar, she had recently gotten over a nasty break-up with her ex-boyfriend and needed something to help her forget.

Lonely, and in need of a shoulder to cry on.

That was when Tony stepped in.

After that night, Tony and Laura continued to meet up, coffee, restaurants, walks in the park, all the usual places beginning couples would go together.

A steady pace, just the first step towards the goal that Tony could not wait for.

After another date in the same bar in which they met, and one night of passion, nine months later, Tony finally had what he most wanted.

Their son, Harley. A beautiful, healthy, baby boy.

The minute Tony held his son in his arms, he felt love bloom in his heart. The petals blossoming open, for a future he couldn't wait for. The warmth he felt in his chest was a feeling that he had never felt before but he was happy to feel it.

However, the Happily Ever After that Tony had been hoping for, wasn't what he had thought.

For the next few years, Tony and Laura became strained. They couldn't agree over anything, and they haven't even gotten married yet. Tony had tried so hard to make their relationship work, while Laura barely made any effort. Anytime Tony offered to help financially, she always objected. Laura seemed to be distancing herself from Tony and he wasn't having it.

A bomb between the two seemed to be ticking, it was obvious that the fantasy Tony had of them being a family was fading but he tried to remain optimistic. For Harley's sake, of course.

But then one night, the bomb finally blew.

Eighteen-month-old Harley was in his crib, inside a small spare room that Laura had made into a makeshift nursery.

The boy had been laid down to sleep almost an hour ago but he was currently sitting up, holding onto the railing with his little hands and looking towards the slightly opened door.

Where the loud sounds of adults yelling were coming from outside.

In the living room, Tony and Laura were on opposite sides of the small living room. Anger radiating off them as their argument grew louder.

"How can you say that?" Tony was shouting, "Will you look at what we have?!"

"What do we have?!" Laura shouted back, "Nothing! We constantly argue, we can barely be in the same room together without fighting. Hell, Tony! We aren't even married!"

"Because I have been trying so hard to make this work! To give Harley a good life! I have done everything. Everything! I've offered to find you a better place, a better life, and you keep saying I will handle it, I can handle it. You haven't handle anything!"

"I Know!" Laura almost screamed, before collecting herself, "That's why Harley and I are moving to Tennessee,"

The world seemed to shake around Tony.

Tennessee? Was she going to-

No, no, no. This isn't supposed to happen.

"What?" the man croaked out, "When did we decide this?"

"We didn't decide anything," she answered smugly, "I made this decision. For me and Harley,"

Tony shook his head, this couldn't be happening.

"What are you saying? You were just going to move away and not tell me? How was I supposed to know where to find you? How am I supposed to see Harley?"

Laura sighed, rubbing her head as if she had a large migraine, "My lawyer would- will have contact you at some point, to discuss visitation rights,"

Visitation rights? No, no, no.

"Excuse me?" Venom dripped into Tony's words, "Are you saying that I can't even see my own son?"

Laura shook her head at him.

"You can see yourself out, we're leaving tomorrow,"

Tony only stated at her as Laura turned away and took her phone out of her purse. Most likely to purchase a plane ticket to Tennessee or however she plans to take Harley away.

At that moment, something snapped inside of Tony, a coldness spread throughout his body and a dark look entered his eyes.

Without realizing what he was doing, Tony stormed across the room and shoved her harshly against the wall.

"You're not taking him from me!" he shouted, before wrapping his arms around the frightened Laura's throat and began to squeeze.

The impact of the struggle made a framed photo, that was pinned to the wall, fall onto the ground. The picture was the three of them in the hospital the day Harley was born. The glass shattered upon impact.

"You're Not Taking My Son Away!" Tony was screaming in her face, "YOU WILL NOT TAKE MY SON FROM ME!"

Laura was gasping, clawing at his much stronger hands, trying in vain to pry the tightening grip off. Her eyes were wide, silently pleading to be spared.

Tony looked her straight into her pleading eyes but he only tightened his grip.

In fact, he didn't let go until the last drop of life faded away from her eyes.

At that moment, whatever trance Tony was in before, he finally snapped out of it.

Laura was pale, her arm swung loosely next to her like a marionette with cut strings. Above all, her eyes were dull and glazed like marble.

Tony shoved Laura away from him, tossing her aside like a piece of trash. And as he watched her lifeless body fall gracelessly onto the ground, he felt…

Nothing.

Not mournful, not regretful, not even scared. He felt… powerful.

She was trying to take Harley away from him and he had stopped her.

A triumphant smile slowly crept onto the mans face, a wicked smile.

Suddenly, the sound of a child crying broke Tony from his moment. The man quickly rushed towards his sons' room.

Harley was crying in his crib, all the loud noises he had heard earlier frightened him.

The door suddenly creaked open, and his Daddy walked into the room.

"Hey bud," Tony smiled upon seeing Harley, "Did Mommy and Daddy wake you up?"

Harley sniffed, seeing his father calmed his down a bit. Tony stepped up to the crib and reached in to pick up his son.

"Shhh, don't cry, baby," Tony cooed, holding Harley close to his chest and gently kissing his small head, "Daddy's here, daddy's got you,"

Harley snuggled closer, nuzzling his cheek against his father's collarbone.

"Daddy's going to take care of everything,"

Later that evening, the police arrived at the Kenner's house. They had received a report from a neighbor, about loud noises that sounded like a huge fight.

When they arrived, the front door was unlocked and open.

Inside, they found the dead body of Laura Kenner. Large bruises surrounded her neck.

All around the house, drawers, and closets were all thrown open, clothing and other objects appeared to have been taken. Above all, there was a small room with an empty crib, and the drawers had been ransacked as well.

Had a child lived here or not? There were no signs of one around the house.

Above all, in the living room, there was a broken picture frame. The photo was missing and the glass was completely shattered.

Meanwhile, miles away from the crime scene, Tony and Harley were in a car that was about to leave the city.

Tony was in the front seat, a baseball cap on top of his head with the hood of his jacket pulled over the cap. Sunglasses were on his face, despite it being dark outside, and his son sleeping soundly in the backseat.

Harley was strapped into his baby seat, still dressed in his footie pajamas, with his winter coat, beanie, and mittens on as well.

In the trunk of the car, there were three heavily packed bags. Some filled with all of Harley's belongings, baby supplies, and others filled with all of Tony's belongings.

Tony didn't know where he and Harley would end up, they just needed to stay together.

That was all that mattered.

Yeah, I have a dark and twisted mind.

I apologize for my insanity. (Not really)

Hehehe