Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Tony remembered that.

Their conversation continued, Peter speaking so normally, Tony would've thought that entire previous moment was just a joke. It wasn't until the end of their call that the ruse was dropped and cold hard reality froze him where he stood.

Friday kept pestering him, and Peter said he would, over and over, get some help. What he was saying was obviously a lie, but Friday believed him just as much as her little carefully constructed robot brain allowed for Peter's level of access in the tower.

Never, in a million years, did Tony think this would've been what he heard during a late night messing around in the lab. Or what he'd ignored as an innocent accident. He should've been paying more attention.

He didn't know if he wanted to hear it..

Of course he wanted to help Peter. Always, he would.

But.. when they say ignorance is bliss.. they really mean it.

Because he'd only gotten a little information, but that sliver was opening up his head to a whole new level of theories and worries atop his normal day.

"Alright, then I won't freak out here anymore, alright? This is our secret" Peter's voice echoed through his head.

There it was.

The audio cut out.

"Thanks, Fri" Tony muttered unenthusiastically.

"Anytime, Boss".

This kid..

His own fucking kid.

Tony had his head down on a desk now, shaking in what he couldn't decipher between anger and tears.

Maybe both.

Probably both.

He gritted his teeth.

Definitely both.

"Friday, do you know what happened to Peter?" Tony asked, aware that sometimes she didn't exactly know what information was on a Need To Know Basis.

He'd have to add that in later.

Everything told him this was a spiderman manner. It shouldn't be to put of the ordinary, maybe a bit excessive, and that his safety suit could fix all of this so Peter would never be hurt again.

But something lingered in his head. It just didn't seem like the answer.. he didn't want to base it all around Peter's second life, because both lives host the same person, and that person needs help.

"Nickname 'metal meatsuit three', aka 'Man bun' and Nickname 'metal meatsuit 5', aka 'star-bot' are discussing matching theories on the cause of Peter's injuries. I would suggest speaking to them in order to find a similarity in stories" Friday informed him.

Tony should've been concerned that Bucky and Nebula knew Peter was in danger. That meant they probably knew his identity. Rather, he was more worried what could cause the some of the two most influential and dangerous creatures in this tower (in his opinion) to be worried about a kid they could've sent for Satan himself and laughed over it. Whatever was causing this could not have been good, if they were discussing things out of worry.

Ohhh and that just made things worse. So much worse. He just wanted to sit down, find Peter, and have all of this be over.

He already felt like crap from the last time he saw the kid. Tony had nearly forgotten that Peter had taken drugs. It was driving him nuts. How had the kid gotten his hands on those? Why did he take them? Why was his aunt May there at that exact moment?

That bothered him the most. The second she'd come into contact with him, that's when it all went downhill. Maybe Peter had a bad day? He looked fine at the table? Tony George should know better than to trust outward appearances by now though, via that recording Friday had just shown him. He was feeling bitter against a lot of things.

Maybe he should like.. delete drugs from the world. That sounded easier than confronting the kid about it. And then why not just solve every other world problem out there?? Shouldn't be too hard.

He groaned loudly, hitting his head on the desk again.

Welp.

Might as well. He thought gingerly.

"Hey Friday, where are Bucky and Nebula right now?" Tony called out, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

"Their emotional status is Angry and Stressed. Would you like me to alert them of your Status Checkup?" She'd missed the obvious question, but her robotic non-existing physical heart was in the right place.

"Nah, what room are they chatting in?" He tried again.

"Man Bun and Star-Bot are currently in Blue Meanie's room" Friday informed.

Rocket somehow managed to change Nebula's item possession name again. Tony was gonna pummel that rat one of these days. Today wasn't one of them unfortunately. Tony trekked across the tower to Nebula's room, not even bothering to knock.

There he found Nebula, Bucky, and a caprisun massacre in the center of his very expensive and custom made room.

"We need to talk"

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Anywhoosies. Love you all with all of my hands (7), and three of my feet, so you'd better feel it before I peel u like the beautiful citrus you are.

I hope you all have a remarkable day, and sleep enough to function (unlike myself).

Cya, love ya

Sincerely, someone who is sad because they can't go outside in the rain ):