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Warning: Brief mentions of child abuse, non descriptive but please proceed with caution if this triggers you.

Harry's eyes snapped open with a gasp. He'd been living with the Stark's for a while now, and almost every night he had a nightmare about his Dad beating him. Only tonight was worse.
Tonight, Peter had been there.
Harry looked to his side quickly, instantly relaxing as he saw Peter there sleeping. Harry watched the steady rise and fall of the other teens chest, feeling his breathing start to sync up.
After a few minutes of reassuring himself Peter was alive and not going anywhere, Harry climbed out of bed and walked quietly to the kitchen.
He got himself a glass of water and took a few sips, before gripping the sides of the sink and just breathing.

Peter rolled over and reached out for Harry, only to be met with empty sheets. He woke up and saw Harry's side of the bed was indeed empty. The teen rubbed his eyes, climbed out of bed and went in search of his boyfriend.
Peter found Harry in the kitchen, gripping the sink. The younger teen gave a soft sigh before going over and wrapping his arms around Harry,
"Relax, it's just me," Peter whispered in reassurance when he felt Harry flinch.
The two of them stood there in silence, as the last remnants of Harry's nightmare faded away. Peter started to sway gently while humming, smiling into Harry's shoulder when he heard the older teen chuckle softly.
"Dance with me," Peter whispered.
"What?" Harry asked not quite understanding.
"Dance with me," Peter repeated, gently turning Harry around so they were facing each other, "whenever I have a nightmare, Dad always brings me to the kitchen. He puts the radio on and we dance until I feel better." Peter explained.
"Wait, you still have nightmares?" Harry asked cupping Peter's face.
"Sometimes," Peter shrugged, "but tonight we're dancing to get rid of your nightmare, not mine," Peter smiled gently taking Harry's hands in his, kissing the taller teen softly.

Peter turned the radio on, put one hand on Harry's waist and held his other. Harry put his free hand on Peter's shoulder, and they swayed to the low playing music.
"You wanna talk about it?" Peter asked after a few moments of silence.
"I dunno Pete," Harry said.
"It might help," Peter said, his doe eyes looking up at Harry, who just couldn't say no to his boyfriend's innocent face.
He took a deep breath and looked at their feet,
"My Dad was beating me again," Harry started letting out a shaky breath, "but before that. He-he made me watch. I had to watch-to watch you get beaten first. You were just taking it, and I couldn't do anything Pete. I felt so helpless," Harry finished, silent tears running down his face.
Peter wrapped his arms around Harry, hugging him tight as the older teen buried his face in his hair.
"I'm here Harry. I'm right here with you, I'm safe," Peter reassured him.
They stood like that for a few minutes as Harry cried silently, holding Peter in his arms.

After a few moments, and whispered reassurances, Peter pulled back slightly and gently wiped Harry's cheeks dry. Harry gave a soft smile as he gently grasped Peter's hand and kissed his palm. Peter gave a soft smile and pressed his lips against Harry's.
After they pulled away, Peter placed Harry's arms around his shoulders, while Peter rest his hands on Harry's waist.
The two of them smiled, resting their foreheads together and continued to sway to the music.
Tony, who had come to get some water, smiled from the doorway before walking away and leaving the boys in peace.

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