#its hitting

"I thought you were dead."

"Yeah." Tony shrugs. "I am."

"So - So what's this, then?" Harley demands, gesturing between them. "Some sort of - Some sort of ghost? I can't do the Sixth Sense bullshit, Tony, you know that I can't." He swallows. "I fucking miss you, man."

Tony grins, bittersweet. "Hey, me too. How's Pepper? Morgan? Rhodey? Happy?"

"You didn't go to them first?" Harley asks, surprised.

"I can't." Tony sighs, dejectedly, his blue shimmering form taking a seat on the edge of Harley's bed. "I tried. But whoever's put me here - through some sort of astral projection or something, I don't know - they want me to talk to you. For some reason. I can't really tell."

Harley raises his eyebrows. "What, are they like - talking to you? Who is it, can you hear them?"

(He's honestly only asking so many questions to keep himself from sobbing aloud at the sight of the man in front of him again.)

"She says you'll understand." Tony shrugs again, raising his eyebrows. "Something about a school in New York? They need your help, I guess." He sighs. "I could help, too. But she won't keep me around that long."

"They need me," Harley repeats slowly. "A school."

"Somewhere in New York." And Tony scrubs a hand over his face. "She - Jean, that's her name, I'm guessing - says something about an Xavier - any idea what that is?"

"Yeah," Harley says, surprised. "Yeah, he's one of those mutants."

"Mutants?"

"You've missed a bit."

"Well." Tony looks bitter, envious of Harley's situation. "Well, at least you can share your tech know-how with someone instead of sitting around this shithole all day." His eyes roam around Harley's apartment; they're clearly not impressed.

"I miss you," Harley repeats, choking, vision blurring. He doesn't try to hug Tony - he's a ghost, Harley knows how this works.

"Yeah." Tony swallows. "Yeah, I miss you too, kid." He's quiet for a moment, and then he says, "When you get there, let me know if this Jean chick in my head is a looker or not. Write it on a piece of paper or something, I'll see it."

Harley laughs wetly. "Yeah, ok. I will."

I am leaving the first home ive made

I am moving with the love of my life to the town of my dreams (within reason)

I am leaving the first home ive made in the first town i ran away to (i miss my home)

I am moving foward

I can never return

I will be somewhere new