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Peter was gonna kill Tony. When he said he would help out with the PR fundraiser, Peter assumed his job would be helping with cleanup, or something fun like face painting. He was less than thrilled to find out he was the guinea pig for the dunk tank. So far, no one had managed to dunk him, but the day was still young. He was sitting on the platform, toes just grazing the water with the bright red target on his left.
“Hey Pete,” Steve called. Steve and Natasha had wandered over to the booth. Peter glared at them and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Oh come on Peter,” Natasha grinned. “Aren’t you happy to see us?”
“Not even a little bit. I would like to stay dry thank you very much.” Peter tensed as Steve picked up one of the balls in the big crate next to the tank.
“What’s the fun in that?” Steve asked. He reached back and threw the ball. With however many years of frisbee throwing, you would expect Steve to have stellar aim, so it came to everyone’s surprise as the ball barely missed the target. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Peter, who tried his best to look as innocent as possible. Steve picked up another ball and wound up again. The ball veered slightly to the left just as it was about to hit the target. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. Natasha couldn’t keep in her laugh. Steve rounded on her, a question on his lips but he froze. He turned back to Peter with a glare.
“I hope you haven’t been cheating this entire time.” Steve said sternly.
“Oh of course not Mr.America,” Peter said with a completely straight face. “There’s no point cheating with eight your olds. I just assumed you would want more of a challenge Mr.America, sir.” Natasha snorted again. Steve bit the inside of his cheek and huffed.
“Why don’t you try Natasha? See if you can dunk the punk.” Steve handed her one of the balls. Natasha took the ball and rolled her shoulder. Peter smirked as she lobbed the ball toward the target. This time Steve watched as Peter lifted his left shoulder just enough to shoot a piece of web at the ball. Well, Steve assumed it was a web since he couldn’t see it. Natasha took a deep breath as her ball missed the mark. She glared at Peter, who shrugged.
“Sorry Nat, I guess you just didn’t aim well enough.” Peter said. Natasha glared at him.
“Hey don’t kill the intern Natasha.” Tony called out. Peter looked over with a grin as Tony and Harley sauntered over to the tank. Peter’s grin immediately soured as he noticed that Harley’s face was painted. The smart one in this relationship has opted not to help out. As Harley got nearer, Peter blushed as he saw that his face was painted like Spider-Man’s mask.
“Hey there darlin’.” Harley greeted. “How’s the water?” Peter stuck his tongue out at him.
“Cold, and something I do not want to experience.” He said. Tony pouted.
“Awe come on Petey Pie. That’s not the fundraiser spirit.” Tony picked up one of the balls and grinned. “Let’s see if we can wash away that frown.” Peter barely bothered to hide the shooter as Tony threw the ball. Tony scowled as the ball missed the target. Harley cackled and clapped his hands together.
“What’s wrong Mr.Stark? I didn’t think that you’d miss a target so close.” Peter said. He and Harley shared a grin as Tony scowled.
“Now listen here pip squeak,” Tony started.
“Hey now, you can’t kill the intern, Tony.” Steve interrupted. Natasha and Harley laughed as Tony rounded on them.
“Come on Tony, you can’t tell me that hitting that little target is hard. I mean come on you’re like 8 feet away.” Harley gestured to the target. Peter wiggled his eyebrows at his boyfriend as Tony grabbed another ball. Peter bit his lip to keep from laughing as Tony wound up the pitch. Harley laughed out loud as the ball veered away again.
“God dammit Peter!” Tony cried. “How the hell are you doing it without us seeing?”
“Oh no Mr.Stark, do you need bifocals already?” Peter frowned and placed his left hand on his heart. Harley snickered as Peter’s lip wobbled. Tony glared at him. Natasha and Steve were openly laughing at Tony’s conflicted expression.
“Why don’t you try just one more time Mr.Stark. Maybe you’ll get it this time.” Peter encouraged him. Once more Tony grabbed a ball and threw it at the target. Harley openly laughed as the ball missed again. Tony glared at Harley.
“You know what, why don’t you try Keener.” Tony slammed a ball in Harley’s hand. Harley tossed the ball back and forth in his hands. He gave Peter his best grin.
“Well darlin’ I know you said you didn’t want to go for a swim, but I really need to prove my aim is better than Natsha’s, Steve’s, and Tony’s. No hard feelings alright?” Harley gave Peter his best best smile, hoping to disarm his boyfriend. He grinned as Peter blushed. Harley pulled his arm back and aimed. He let the ball go, aiming for just right of the target. Peter lifted his arm and shot the web at the ball.
As the ball made contact with the target, Peter’s jaw dropped in surprise. He barely had a second before he was plunging into the cold water. Harley threw up his arms and hollered as his boyfriend hit the water. Natasha and Steve both cackled as Peter broke the surface. Tony put his arm around Harley’s shoulder. Peter pulled himself up onto the platform.
“Well, now that you’ve gone in, that means it’s time for your shift change!” Tony announced gleefully.
“Wait! Are you telling me that I would have been done if I had gone in sooner?” Peter gaped at Tony. Harley walked over and helped Peter down from the tank. Peter was absolutely drenched. He glared at Tony. Natasha and Steve both took a step back as Peter started walking toward them. Steve gestured his head toward the festivities. Natasha nodded and slowly followed him away from the wet spider.
“Oh definitely, but I wasn’t going to tell you that.” Tony grinned. Harley shook his head and grinned.
“That’s okay Mr.Stark. You know, let's have a hug. It’s been a minute since we hugged and you know I’m a hugger.” Peter took another step forward.
“Now, now.” Tony lifted his arm. “No need to do that Peter.” Tony turned and started running as Peter launched himself forward. Peter stopped and watched as Tony sprinted across the field. Harley grasped his hand and started pulling Peter toward the tents.
“Come on darlin’. Let’s get you some dry clothes.” Harley pressed a kiss to Peter’s cheek as they walked away hand in hand.