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Harley's POV
                          
If you ask me, Peter and I were getting pretty good at this whole Avengers thing. Peter says we could still use some work, but Tony said we're nowhere near ready.
                          
We had a strategy now at least. Peter took care of collateral damage while I focused mainly on completed the mission. It worked for us and it would only get easier when we had a full team to help out.
                          
Peter was out getting pizza for tonight while I listened to the beat that the title card of Pitch Perfect played over and over until he got back. 
                          
I had absolutely no doubt that I was going to pass out mid movie because of how tired I was. We had been working our asses off for the past several days ever since Peter was taken out of school.
                          
Cardio in the morning, break for breakfast, fight training, break for lunch, suit training, and then we are finally done for the day. Every day like clockwork this is how our day went. 
                          
 I'll admit that I was halfway asleep when Peter slammed the door open to my room. Two boxes of pizza rested on one palm while his other hand held a larger coke. 
                          
He gave me a small smile before putting them things down on my bed and climbing up to the head of the bed with me. A pizza box lay on his lap while my laptop sat on my thighs. 
                          
 My head rested gently on Peter's chest as we watched the movie. He nudged the pizza box closer to me but I just shook my head and snuggled deeper into Peter's chest causing him to scoff playfully. 
                          
"You made me walk all the way into town for pizza and you aren't even going to eat any?" He asked as he closed the pizza box and placed it on my bedside table. 
                          
"Yea pretty much." I mumbled as I closed my eyes, I was ready to go to sleep for the night. Peter, however seemed to have different ideas. 
                          
The laptop on my thighs was moved gently and placed somewhere on the floor but the weight of the computer was replaced by the gently rubbing of Peter's hand.
                          
"What are you doing?" I asked while not opening my eyes.
                          
"Waking you up." He said simply as his hand rubbed higher against my clothed thigh. I couldn't help the small groan that left my throat. 
                          
"Peter, you have to stop while you still can."
                          
 "What if I don't want to stop?" he asked teasingly with a small smirk on his face making me raise an eyebrow and look up at him. 
                          
He was laying on his side as his right hand continued to play with my thigh. 
                          
"You really want to start something you can't finish?"
                          
"Who said I couldn't finish it?" Despite his words his voice betrayed him, showing his nervousness. With a small smirk I got on my side to face Peter and slowly pushed his shoulder down making him lay on his back. 
                          
I smile down out him sweetly as I straddle his hips. My hand gently rubs his cheek, trying to ease his nerves. His hands come to grab my hips as he bites his lip. 
                          
 With a small smile on my face I lean down and whisper in his ear, making him shiver. 
                          
"Just tell me if I go too far and I'll stop." He nods causing my lips skim his ear.
                          
My lips drag down his ear and onto his neck where I start sucking while my hands roam his body over his shirt. 
                          
His hands squeezed my hips as I sucked harder on the base of his neck. 
                          
 I couldn't help but smirk against Peter's warm skin as I slowly grind down on him. A throaty groan is released from his mouth making me chuckle.
                          
"I think that's my new favorite sound." I whisper and grind against him again. He groans louder this time and brings his hips up to meet mine.