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It really was a Parker Luck, because Peter just couldn’t find any other explanation for this right now. He had spent a week on the assignment for his history class, he was working really hard on it, refusing and denying any distractions, which could possibly put him away from the work, no movies, no Lego evenings with Ned, limited hours on patrol. It was necessary if wanted to pass, but the list of the distractions, unfortunately, also included his gorgeous boyfriend, Harley.
The poor guy, Peter barely was able to say a few words to him during the week, because whenever Harley would enter the room, all his attention would immediately switch to him, and that just wouldn’t work. Harley was trying to be patient and respectful, he knew how important that assignment was, so he kept his distance, but for the last two days that just become unbearable, so after the second Peter had finished writing his last sentence and had printed his work, Harley all but jumped on him, refusing to let him go even for a moment.
Not that Peter really complained because the night he had spent with his boyfriend had been worth all the suffering while being in the distance. So, yeah, it really was a Parker Luck that Peter had forgotten his assignment in his room in the tower the day it must be handed over.
The moment he had realised his mistake, Peter groaned out loud banging his head over the table’s wooden surface, earning attention to himself.
“Mr. Parker, where is your assignment?” Mr. Harrington asked, approaching Peter with a disappointed facial expression.
“I forgot it at home,” he muttered, half of his words blended together as his head was still lying on the table.
“Well, that’s a zero for you, Mr. Parker,” the teacher announced, making Peter rose his head so fast it was a wonder how he didn’t pull a nerve.
“No, no, no, no, Mr. Harrington, please,” Peter pleaded, looking at the teacher, some chuckling could be heard from Peter’s right side, where he knew Flash was sitting. “I swear, I did the work, I just forgot it,” Peter explained.
“And how can you prove it, Parker?” Flash interjected, making Peter suppress a vivid desire to throw something heavy at him.
“It’s in my room, I know where it is, I know what is in this assignment,” Peter tried to speak steady and confident, not letting anyone know that he was on a verge of a panic attack. “I could call someone, and they would bring it here?” he proposed hopefully, praying to Loki that Mr. Harrington would be kind enough to let him hand the assignment at the end of the school day.
The whole room was looking at him then at the teacher waiting for the answer. Peter could feel the beating of his heart in his head, his hands were trembling as he rapidly was drumming fingers over the table.
“Very well, Mr. Parker,” Mr. Harrington finally said after two minutes of silence. “Please, call someone.”
“Thank you,” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, however, the teacher didn’t move and just folded his hands over his chest looking at Peter expecting something. Peter had a bad feeling regarding this. “Do you want me to call now?” Peter asked in confusion looking around.
“Of course, Mr. Parker, how else will I know that someone will not write this work instead of you,” the teacher explained, and Peter felt as a cold shiver run down his spine.
Oh, no, no.
“But, Mr. Harrington,” Peter wanted to argue, but the teacher interrupted him.
“You have an option here, Mr. Parker,” Mr. Harrington started impatiently. “You can call now, or you can receive a zero for your work, without the possibility of improving the mark.”
Peter knew that there was only one real option, so to Mr. Harrington and the student’s delight, he nodded.
“Okay,” Peter whispered and slowly fished out his phone. He looked at the list of contacts debating whom he was willing to call. Tony was at the meeting, as well as Pepper, Happy probably won’t take his phone from the first call, Steve might be with Sam, Bucky, and Nat, training, and Clint was with his family upstate. He could call Strange, but the man was willing to take a day off, so Peter would rather not. That left him only one option. He would have to call Harley.
God, his boyfriend would never let that go.
As Peter pressed the call button, Mr. Harrington added more misery into the boy’s life.
“On a speaker, Mr. Parker,” he said, and Peter could swear that the man smirked.
Having no desire to argue and lose his chance in passing this stupid assignment, Peter pressed another button and placed his phone on the table in front of him. No one was answering, which confused Peter to the bone, usually, Harley answered after the first two rings, but not this time.
Maybe something had happened?
Peter tried not to panic, but with each passing moment, it became harder and harder. Just before his phone would disconnect the call, Harley answered.
“Hey, darling, what happened?” Harley’s cheerful voice made Peter let the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Everything was fine. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?” he asked with clear confusion in his voice.
“Yeah, about that,” Peter started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m at school, and you are on a speaker,” he declared and could clearly picture Harley’s confused face. “I need your help.”
“What happened?” Harley asked alarmed. “Is it Flash? Because if this asshole-” before Harley could finish Peter cut him.
“No, no, nothing like this,” he assured his overprotective boyfriend, trying to ignore the burning gaze Flash was giving him.
“Then what?” Harley asked more calmly, but still in a worried tone.
Peter took a deep breath before he answered.
“Remember my history assignment?” he asked in a small voice rubbing a hand across his forehead.
“The one, because of which you banned me from touching you,” there was a choked sound somewhere in the room, but Peter was way too busy being as red as a tomato to pay to this any attention. “Yeah, I reckon something like this, why?” Harley asked as nothing happened.
“You are still on a speaker, sweetheart,” Peter reminded him, his cheeks still red.
“I don’t regret saying it, darling,” Harley pointed out and Peter knew he was smiling.
“Jerk,” Peter snorted in a fake annoyance. “I may or may not forget it in my room?” even for Peter it sounded more like a question.
There was a moment of silence before Harley busted into tears from laughing.
“Oh, darling, only you could do that,” Harley said between gasps.
Peter groaned hiding his face in his palms.
“Harls, come on,” he pleaded, and when his boyfriend was finally calm enough, Peter continued. “Can you, please, go to my room, find it and send it to school?” he asked daring to look around, the whole class was looking at him back. “I really need it.”
“Sure,” Harley chuckled but based on the background sound he now was in the elevator. “Am I supposed to stay on the phone or?” he asked and Peter glanced at Mr. Harrington.
“Yeah, so behave, my whole class can hear you,” Peter responded after the teacher nodded.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Harley laughed, and Peter heard as the elevator dinged. “Oh, hi, mechanic!” the boy greeted the man, making Peter widen his eyes.
“Who are you on the phone with?” he heard as Mr. Stark asked, and the whole room broke into whispers.
‘No way it is Tony Stark!’
‘He knows Parker?’
‘What is happening?’
“With Peter, he forgot his assignment in his room,” Harley explained.
“Is that so?” Mr. Stark asked. “Kid, weren’t you working on it for a week?” the man now was addressing Peter, who was praying for the floor to open and swallow him whole. “Whatever, Happy won’t be able to pick you up today, so I will, and I hope you are ready to work on Mark XVI, you were refusing to come to the lab for five days!” the man complained, and there were gasps all around the room.
“Tell me about it, I was prohibited from kissing my sexy boyfriend for a week!” Harley argued making Peter groan.
He glanced at the clock and before someone could say anything more embarrassing, he interjected.
“Mr. Stark, didn’t Pepper schedule you a meeting at that time?” he asked trying not to howl in desperation.
“A meeting?” the man asked in confusion. “I, oh, shit!” he shouted and according to the noise run for his dear life.
“Okay, then,” Harley said and went farther. After a minute or two, he announced. “I reached our room, darling!”
“Finally!” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. As Harley entered the room, Peter suddenly remembered something and asked. “Listen, why did it take you so long to answer your phone?”
“Ah, my fingers were covered in blood, and the touch screen wouldn’t work,” Harley explained roaming around the room.
The class went dead silent, Peter looked around and saw as people had a shocked expression on their faces, Flash looked particularly pale.
As to Peter, he just rolled his eyes, crossing his hands over his chest.
“You again tried to cast a spell, while Strange is away?” he asked looking at his phone unimpressed.
“And if so, I was careful, no more guests from the underground,” Harley promised, making Peter once again roll his eyes.
“Whatever, you better wash your hands before you touch anything, if there is at least one blood drop on my bed sheets, you are gonna sleep on the couch,” Peter threatened and people looked at him in wary, not that he noticed, too focused on his boyfriend.
“No, not after a week of no touching!” Harley wined. “My hands are clean, I swear,” he promised. There was a silence again for some moments before Harley said. “Yeah, darling, I cannot find your work.”
Peter’s eyes became wide.
“What!?” he asked in shock. “But I remember how I left it on the table!” he argued making the teacher arch an eyebrow in disbelieve.
“Hold on,” Harley said and some sounds of papers followed. “Gosh, we need to tidy here, there are so many things, oh, look at this, I found my lip balm you liked so much, darling,” Harley muttered and continued his searching. There was a loud bang as the boy apparently hit his head over the desk, Peter wanted to ask whether he was okay, when the boy shouted. “Found it! Captain America during World War Two, a research paper by Peter Parker!” Harley announced and Peter breathed in relief.
“Finally! Thank you, sweetheart!” Peter thanked him, smiling even if Harley couldn’t see that. “Can you now send it to school?” he asked.
“No problem, darling,” Harley responded. “I’m already sending Mark XVII with it.”
“You are a lifesaver,” Peter breathed out and Harley chuckled.
“That’s I am,” Harley admitted and Peter could picture his smirk, which made him roll his eyes again.
“Modest as always,” Peter snorted. “I wonder, how my assignment ended on the floor, though.”
Harley was quiet for a minute before voicing his thoughts.
“I think, I might have swept everything off the table,” he admitted making Peter furrow his eyebrow. “You know when you finally finished with this stupid task, and the table sounded like a good idea after I wasn’t able to touch you for a week,” he continued to explain and someone choked on air in the room, making Peter burn on his place.
With all this, he completely forgot that there were other people in the room.
“You are still on the speaker, Harls,” Peter whispered.
“I still don’t regret it, darling.”