Comment on another time, a different place (I have loved you before)

  1. PoolToast22 on Chapter 1 Thu 12 Dec 2024 10:20PM UTC

    saw the update yesterday and it was torturous to have to wait until today to read it but alas when a headache strikes it strikes and i refused to allow my bleary dizzy self to taint this experience (also i downloaded a floating comment box so i could give this fic the true attention it deserves lol) starting with a nice reread of chapter one to get myself prepped

     

    "Well, not today.
    Well, not here where the Avengers could see.
    Well, the remaining Avengers."
    starting off with an absolute gut punch, truly love to see it, the way this feels somehow seeped in grief even in such a short passage, its beautifully crafted

     

    “Fantastic,” he deadpans and surreptitiously tries to wipe his sleeves on the butt of his slacks. Who decided on the dress code for funerals? Funeral dress should be all knits and cotton. Comfortable, light, and absorbent. This polyester hell is miserable."
    peters right and he should say it out loud!! speak your truth king

     

    He says the words that come to his mind as though he’s spoken them before. “The potato gun kid?”
    A smile curls Harley’s lips, crooked and hinting at mischief of days gone by.
    you dont understand i need to wrap them both up and put them in my pocket immediately, harley is already so !!!!! and he's been here like three sentences

     

    “Yeah, that’s me,” Harley says, teeth bared in a shit-eating grin that wrinkles his nose. “Did he tell you I saved his ass? More than once.”
    Peter hazards a half-smile. “Yeah, he might’ve mentioned it.”
    this transition into the lost plain genuinely makes me feel feral, its so fricken clever and i am in love with your brain!!!!

     

    “Okay, well, how ‘bout this?” Harley says with conviction. “You show me around and I’ll pick us a spot. We can be neighbors.” He flashes another crooked grin like this is all a big joke. Like they’re kids playing house in the backyard.
    the way harley so easily folds peter into his care is so special to me, also PETER LET YOURSELF BE LOVED DAMMIT, *ahem* sorry for yelling

     

    “I don’t look like I’ve been crying, do I?”
    Harley looks at him and his lips twitch. “Yeah, but a respectable amount of crying. Don’t worry, it’s flattering.”
    they are so !!!!!!!!! imagine being able to have rizz at a funeral, iconic of him ngl

     

    “Told—? Oh. No, he didn’t.” He frowns into the middle distance for a moment, then shakes his head. “I think I’ve known for a long time. I don’t remember when I figured it out.”
    i am respectfully screaming, this fic is so soooooooo akfjasfglhlsgdj

     

    No one else feels like this, or at least no one has talked about it, but there was something there. Something that he wants back. He just can’t remember what. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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