Chapter 7
As the class arrived in the common room they were greeted by a surprisingly domestic scene (for those that didn't know the Avengers anyway). Someone, most likely Tony had called the head chef up to cater to the students up there, instead of down on the main cafeteria floor. There was a huge spread of every type of food imaginable laid on every surface in the dining room. To most people it would look like a mountain of food that would get wasted, as there was no way the 20 or so kids in the class could eat that much. However, Peter knew the leftovers would become a meal for the Avengers. Between enhanceds, super-soldiers and a couple of Gods, they got through more food in a week than most families of four would in a year.
Peter moved over to where a pile of pasta was heaped in a giant bowl, reaching to grab some for lunch when he was joined by Steve. He looked up at the bigger man with a smile and a quick greeting before continuing on with his task of fixing himself some lunch.
"How you doing, Kid?" Steve asked. "I know you didn't want to have us all butting in, but everyone's been watching the security footage and we don't like how they've been treating you. So Tony thought he'd bring you up here for lunch. Maybe you can escape for a bit?"
"Thanks Steve. It's not so bad, it's sort of how it normally is in school. Sure Flash is being a bit worse, but I was expecting it honestly."
"Well don't let them get you down, Peter. Look on the bright side, day's halfway done!" Steve replied, with his trademark Captain America optimism. Peter just laughed as Steve gently mock-punched his arm before returning to one of the multitude of couches in the living room.
Unfortunately, the pleasant mood Peter was now in, was almost immediately soured when he took his lunch off to another area of the room to start eating, and was followed, of course, by Mr Harrington, who loomed over him, trying to look imposing and authoritative. "What do you think you were doing, you idiot child!" At this Peter raised his eyebrow in question. He was getting really fed up of his teacher's attitude. "We were very kindly invited up here by the Avengers and within five minutes you are making a bad example of our school, bothering Captain America!"
"I wasn't bothering him, I was just having a conversation with a friend!" Peter retorted, exasperated.
"He's not your friend, Parker! This charade has gone on long enough. I won't put up with your lies any longer. Either you stop pretending that you work here and know everyone, or you won't be welcome to finish the trip. I'll have to contact your guardian to come and pick you up."
"Sure, she's probably upstairs somewhere. Or the other one is in this room." Peter muttered under his breath.
"What was that Parker?"
"I said that I know Steve very well, if he didn't want to talk to me, he wouldn't have walked up to me in the first place!" Peter was truly close to losing it know, he didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold his tongue before he ended up doing something that resulted in him being expelled from school.
"He punched you in the arm! Do you know how easy it would've been for him to just knock you out and toss you out of the building? Clearly he didn't want you talking to him."
Luckily Peter was spared from answering by the arrival of one Black Widow. She glared in the direction of the teacher, having been close enough to hear a large majority of the conversation, and she didn't approve of the way the man was talking to her Baby Spider; no one got away with treating him like that. The man visibly flinched so Nat turned toward Peter with a sense of satisfaction.
"Не слушай этого идиота, мой бэби паук! Ты выглядишь, как будто вы расстроены. Как насчет того, чтобы после обеда мы побывали на некоторое время? (Don't listen to that idiot, my Baby Spider! You look like you are getting frustrated. How about after lunch we go and spar for a while?)" Natasha asked, a look of concern on her face.
"Он никогда не позволил бы мне тетя Таша (He would never let me, Auntie Tasha)" Peter replied, sighing.
"Не беспокойся о нем, дорогая, просто смотри (Don't you worry about him, sweetheart, just watch.)" Peter nodded at her warily.
"Peter, after lunch, go get changed. I need a sparring partner, you're with me." Natasha now said in English, for the benefit of the teacher. Said teacher had spent their Russian exchange staring in confusion at the pair. Now however, he looked outraged.
"I'll meet you down there at the end of the break." Peter confirmed.
"Now just wait a minute. What do you think you're doing Parker? You are on a school tour, you're not here to get beat up by the Black Widow." As Harrington spoke, Natasha just stood there, one eyebrow raised, looking completely unimpressed. However, as the man addressed Peter and didn't pay much attention to the deadly assassin in front of him, it had very little affect.
"Nat just asked me to spar with her, you heard her yourself, you can't make up something about me lying this time. Besides, it's not like I need to go on this tour anyway, since, you know, I work here and all."
"You will do as you are told!" Mr Harrington all but screamed in Peter's face. "You are on a school trip and you will listen to me as your authority figure. You will continue to go around this tour and perhaps try to be grateful for this incredible opportunity you have been given, that you clearly don't deserve!"
"You will find that Peter can do as he likes when he is in this tower." Natasha broke in, in a cold, quiet tone of voice, that indicated to anyone who knew her that you should be running for the hills before she causes serious bodily harm in any of a million ways. "Saturdays are Family day and you are interrupting that. Since you wanted to take him away from us for your stupid school trip he has been missing out on our bonding time. So I am claiming him back for some sparring. If you can't stand to be separated from Peter for that long though, you are welcome to come along." She smiled at the teacher, but there was no warmth or amusement in her eyes, her expression was as cold as the famed Russian winters in which she grew up.
Peter groaned. "Нет, тетя Нат, почему? (No auntie Nat, why?)" He shot her a pleading look.
All he got in response was a much warmer smile and the advice to "Go rescue Harley, that дьявол дитя (devil child) is bothering him again. I just want to have a little chat with your teacher here."
Peter turned around and saw Harley yet again being assaulted with Flash's pitiful attempt at flirting,which, although amusing, was also causing a slight amount of jealousy to rise up within Peter, so he stormed over there, leaving his teacher at the mercy of the Black Widow. (Peter didn't know what Natasha said to the teacher, but he was decidedly paler for the rest of the day. Knowing Nat she had threatened him with slow removal of his finger nails, or castration with a spoon or something equally painful and terrifying.)
"Harley, let's go!" Peter announced as he grabbed his boyfriend's hand and pulled him off the couch as soon as he got there.
"Hey, let him go Penis, he's got much better company here, I'm sure he doesn't want to go anywhere with you."
Harley didn't even deign to reply, just snorted a laugh and willingly followed his boyfriend out of the room.
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Peter didn't even bother to go specifically to their room, just to the first one that Friday told him was empty. He pulled Harley inside, quickly slammed the door shut and then crowded Harley against the wall, all in one fluid movement. Harley knew exactly what made Peter act this way, and whilst they both knew that the other would never cheat, they both had a possessive streak a mile wide. He hated Flash for the way he treated Peter, and would never take his attempts at flirting seriously, and Harley knew that deep down, Peter knew this, but he wasn't going to complain about this turn of events.
Peter leaned up to Harley, kissing him deeply, not letting Harley take control over the kiss. It was rare that Peter was like this, but today, after seeing Flash flirt with his boyfriend for the last several hours, Peter had had enough. He nibbled on Harley's lip before his tongue demanded entrance to the other boy's mouth, his grip on Harley's waist tightened as the taller boy instinctively went to grind his hips into Peter's. He pulled back and growled "You're mine," as he let his hands roam over Harley's taut body before running his hands back up to the boy's shoulders, pulling off Harley's flannel shirt.
"All yours baby," Harley whispered in his ear, caressing the shell of it with his mouth, whilst letting his fingers trace over the chain Peter always wore around his neck. He groaned as Peter let his hands wander down onto his ass, using his grip to pick him right up off the floor. Harley wasn't ashamed to admit that the show of strength from the smaller boy was a turn on and he ground their hips together, moaning as Peter leaned in to kiss his neck, before sucking on the skin, biting and then laving over it with his tongue, high enough up that Harley knew that the mark would be visible, regardless of what top he wore for the next several days. He didn't mind though, he liked carrying around reminders of their time together, and his boyfriend's claim on him from time to time.
Peter looked up, proud of his work. It wasn't often that they marked each other, at least not where others could see, but Peter was hoping that this would be enough to stop Flash's blatant attempts at stealing his boyfriend. He reached up to pull Harley's t-shirt off, before continuing working a trail down towards Harley's chest, stopping to pay extra attention to the spot on Harley's neck, just above his collarbone, that made him moan and writhe desperately against Peter. He sucked on the skin, making another mark bloom up against that beautiful, tanned skin.
"Christ, Peter, come on, please!" Harley begged, even as he reached to remove Peter's own shirt.
Peter reached back up to once again kiss Harley, not as demanding as before, but still serving to rile the pair up. He lowered his boyfriend back to the floor, chuckling at Harley's little whine at that, and once again moved to start kissing down Harley's neck and over his chest, stopping to pay attention to his hard nipples that tightened even further as he sucked one into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the bud before releasing it and blowing a breath of cold air over it. Whilst he was doing this Peter had worked on undoing his boyfriend's jeans. Harley, so caught up in the sensations that he was experiencing, didn't even notice until the cold air hit his flushed skin.
Peter merely continued moving downward, stopping to leave another mark just to the inside of his hip bone, matching the one that Harley had given him just the night before, and Harley groaned. "Jesus, baby, you're gonna be the death of me, I swear."
"I could stop if you like?" Peter smiled, and honestly, no one should be able to look so innocent with their face just inches away from someone's crotch.
"Don't you dare!" Harley growled, threading his fingers into Peter's' curls, but not forcing him to move any further.
Peter smiled before planting one last kiss to Harley's hip, then quickly moved over Harley and swallowed him down as far as he could go. Harley moaned and tipped his head back, thudding it against the wall. He didn't care who heard them, he loved it when Peter did anything even remotely similar to this, and he found his brain whiting out. Peter's hand reached out to grab the base of him before letting his tongue run up the underside of his cock, tracing the vein that ran along there, before swirling around the tip. His other hand came up to steady himself, grasping Harley's hip and he set more of a rhythm, bobbing up and down for a while before slowing back down and taking Harley in deeper, to the back of his throat and swallowing around him. At this point Harley was pretty much just incoherently moaning, but he tightened his hold in Peter's hair, who groaned at the action. Harley felt the vibrations around him and barely got a warning out before he was shooting hot, thick, pearly ropes down Peter's throat.
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After Peter had pulled off of him and stood back up he went to retrieve Harley's flannel shirt, using it to clean up the mess on both of them that he hadn't been able to swallow. As Harley came down from his bliss he pulled Peter in to him and asked "What about you?"
Peter leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Later baby. It will give me the incentive to get through the rest of the day. Plus apparently I'm sparring with Nat, so it might give me an edge." He leaned in once more to kiss Harley, a seal of his promise for more fun later.
Harley laughed. "You think being horny is going to give you an edge for fighting Natasha? Babe she's like a super-assassin."
"Well, something might work, you don't know 'til you try, right?" Peter asked with a shrug, handing Harley his t-shirt back, shrugging his own top back on before he balled up Harley's flannel to dispose of. "Speaking of, I might as well go and get changed now. Keep this safe for me." Peter requested, unclasping the chain that sat around his neck and passing it to Harley, who stashed it in his pocket. "I don't need Natasha using that as something to strangle me with." He joked.
"I'll come with you," Harley replied "I should probably look a bit more presentable before I go back out there." Peter looked at his boyfriend's messy hair and flushed cheeks and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the sight; Harley always looked incredible, but this was one of Peter's favourite looks for him. And if it had anything to do with the acts that brought Harley to this state, well, that was nobody else's business.
When the two boys made it back to the living room, lunch was almost over, people had split off into groups to chat, rather than eating now. They settled onto one of the sofas with most of their family. Clint took one look at the hickey on Harley's neck and started laughing. The rest of them didn't take long to figure out what the archer was snickering about and joined in with them, especially when Peter didn't look the slightest bit apologetic for what he had done and Harley just smiled at him and stroked his thumb back and forth where his hand was resting near the top of Peter's thigh.
After they calmed down slightly, Sam looked at the two boys again and asked Peter, "So who was it?"
"Who was what?"
"That got Jealous Peter to come out and play?" The whole team found it hilarious whenever someone managed to rile either boys' possessive streak and would playfully taunt them whenever either of them came out with a hickey in a visible area.
"Flash." Peter growled, a glare being tossed in the other boy's direction across the room.
That resulted in the whole team scowling over at the boy. By this point, the whole team had decided that they hated the boy for the way he treated Peter and they were all itching to get some revenge. The fact that he thought he could get in between Peter and Harley was just another indiscretion to add to his long list incidents that were making the Avengers hate the boy more and more. After their contest of who could stare at Flash with the most heat in their gaze, the Avengers came back to the conversation and all of a sudden Clint piped up with "Aw man, that means that Nat won the bet!"
"What bet?" Harley and Peter chorused, frowns once again upon their faces.
"Uhh nothing. Nope. No bet." Clint desperately tried to backtrack.
"What bet?" Harley repeated, a slight growl in his voice this time.
It was Bucky that broke the silence. "There was a bet that one of you would get jealous at some point today. There were subsections for who would get jealous, who/what would cause it and whether you'd make it through the whole trip without doing something about it."
"Wait, what? That's… a lot," Peter trailed off, before looking to Natasha. "You managed to correctly bet that I would get jealous of Flash flirting with my boyfriend and that I'd give him a hickey? Seriously? That sounds too crazily accurate, even for you."
"By the time I'm done training you, you'll be able to read people just as well as I can маленький паук. (Baby Spider.) I placed my bet when I saw you all in the lobby this morning."
"So you were watching the security feeds this morning?" Peter asked with a sigh, forgetting that Steve had in fact informed him of the same thing earlier.
"We've been watching them all day kid, virtually following you all around the tower. None of us have appreciated the way they've been treating you. You're lucky none of us came and intervened sooner." Tony spoke, looking up from his Stark tablet for the first time since Peter and Harley had been back in the room.
Peter decided to ignore the whole part about how his classmates treated him, but laughed when he said, "So if you've been watching the footage all day, does that mean you all saw it when Clint fell out of the vents?"
"Saw it? I uploaded it to Youtube! It's already got over 3 million hits." Tony replied, laughing.
"Stark take it down now! Or I'll- "
"Or you'll what, Birdbrain? Fall on me?" Tony retorted, making their whole group laugh and drawing the attention of everybody in the room. In response Tony just pulled the clip up on a Holo screen and played it on repeat. Clint grumbled at him, but didn't do anything more, so he wasn't truly put out.
The lunch break came to an end and Emma excitedly announced to everyone that they were going to get a real treat now as they were to go to the gym for a training session, where the different members of the Avengers would show off their skills and perhaps there would even a chance for them to learn some hand to hand combat. Peter and Harley took the private elevator with the rest of the Avengers and the rest of the class waited for the other elevator to arrive from 20 floors below.