Starks Make Sparks

Chapter 2

The school day went by fast. At least to Peter it did. Once Decathlon practice ended, he quickly said goodbye to Ned and MJ before rushing to his favorite alley.

He quickly changed into his suit, greeting Karen as he clenched and unclenched his hands. "How are you today Karen?"

"Wonderful. Your father did some upgrades on my capability of doing things." Karen responded.

Peter hummed and webbed his book bag in a hiding spot, "Please do name these upgrades."

Karen went off on what Tony had added. It was mostly protocols. Like if he got injured, Tony and Pepper were alerted immediately. Even if it wasn't bad, Peter internally groaned.

"Peter, you've got an attempted mugging on Jackson Avenue." Karen announced.

Peter grinned, ready to start his job. He jumped up and stuck to the wall of the closest building. He climbed to the tippy top, shooting webs from his wrists at another building to begin his "flight" to Jackson Avenue.

He very quickly got to the location, able to hear the screams of help from a woman. He jumped down, swiping his foot at the man's legs to cause him to topple over. The man looked up at Peter, frightened.

"Would you like to say sorry to this sweet young lady, sir?" Peter asked, his suited eyes squinting as he crossed his arms. The man pushed himself up, returning whatever he had stolen back to the woman and ran off. Peter turned to the lady. "Are you ok, miss?"

"Yes." The woman smiled, wiping her fearful tears away. "Thank you, Spiderman."

Peter smiled brightly, saluting with two fingers and swinging off. The rest of the night was just like that. No serious crimes were being attempted, which relieved Peter.

"Karen, call Tweedle Dumb, please." Peter politely demanded.

"Calling Tweedle Dumb." Karen announced.

"What's up, dipsh*t?" Harley greeted.

Peter could hear Pepper scold him in the background, which made him internally chuckle, "When's dinner?"

"Right now." Harley responded. "There's a plate ready for you."

"Be there in 5 minutes." Peter said, asking Karen to hang up.

Peter whooped as he swung back to the alley. He grabbed his book bag and began to swing home.
Upon arriving, he swung in through his room's large floor to ceiling windows. He stumbled on his steps and crashed into his bed. He quickly changed, running out of his room.

Peter slid into his seat quickly, smiling brightly, "Guess who's home!"

Harley groaned, earning a slap on the arm by Pepper. Peter chuckled, stuffing his face with the delicious food that was in front of him.

"How was Decathlon practice, honey?" Pepper asked.

"It was good. We're going back to Washington D.C. in a couple of months." Peter replied.

Tony choked on some of his drink. Harley and Peter stood up quickly on reflex. "I'm fine boys, sit down." The two sat back down and looked concerned towards their father. Morgan didn't catch what happened and Pepper was calm. "Sorry. But last time you went it was... rough."

Peter sighed, remembering the event in the Washington Monument, "I know but nothing is going to happen this time!" He paused. "Just think about it, ok?"

"Ok." Pepper and Tony answered back.

The family talked and ate. Afterwards, Peter went to his room while Morgan followed Harley to his.
Peter had to catch up on homework while Morgan babbled about many things to Harley as he did stuff on his computer.

"Do you think dad will ever let you use the Ironman suit?" Morgan randomly asked.

Harley shrugged, "I dont know. I mean, I kind of hope he does but then again not really."

"Why?"

"Because its a lot of responsibility and it's very technical. I dont even know how to use it."

Morgan nodded, watching her brother design a 3D image. Peter then entered, smiling brightly at Harley and Morgan. Harley groaned.

"May I sit in here with you guys?" Peter asked.

Harley spun in his chair to face Peter, "Dont touch anything and you can."

Peter shrugged and plopped on the grey bean bag chair. Morgan looked at Harley, who was working hard on his model, then looked at Peter who was on his phone. She went and sat on the bean bag with Peter, who wrapped an arm around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched him play a game.

It was about an hour. Harley shut his laptop off and turned to see his siblings asleep on the bean bag. He took out his phone and took a picture, sending it to their parents as well as making it his new background image.

He got up, stretched his back and grabbed a blanket off his bed. He sat on the bean bag, glad it was a big one, and put the blanket over all three of them before falling asleep as well.