Peter POV
So, we have a problem. My metabolism is 3x the amount of an already super high rate of metabolism. On its own, that fact isn't a problem...However, if you throw in May and I not having much money, it creates a bit of an issue. The reason I'm bringing this up now is that the bullet wounds and broken ribs and bruises and everything aren't healing. At all. Or at least not how it's supposed to with my usual healing abilities.
I stood in the school bathroom in one of the stalls, examining every part of my body that had gotten injured. My bandages were either soaked through with blood or were falling off of my body.
"Shit, shit, shit," I whispered under my breath. (Sorry Captain America) Why wasn't I healing? I thought I'd been eating enough to at least help a little bit. I rummaged around in my backpack where I had stored a few extra bandages and wipes. How long has it been since I've had a decent meal? Three days? Four maybe? Except I had a banana yesterday at lunch, and a few french fries the day before. That was usually enough to help!
I hissed as I accidentally stretched a piece of hurt muscle. "Aha!" I cheered as I pulled out another bandage. After quickly sanitizing my wounds again with hand sanitizer, I bandaged everything up and left the bathroom. It was the end of the school day and I had luckily not had any incidents with Flash since this morning. Probably just jinxed myself, though.
"Hey, Peter!" Ned smiled at me as he watched me stuff my belongings into my locker. "You doing SM-ing tonight?"
"Um," I slammed the metal door shut. " I got pretty hurt last night so it'll have to be pretty calm."
"Oh man, I'm sorry." Ned did a quick glance over my body. "Everything all good? You healing fine?"
"Of course," I lied. "Just going to take a bit until I'm fully healed."
"Take it easy, man." He gave me a soft tap on my shoulder, but even though it was soft it still hurt. Thankfully Ned is a little bit oblivious and didn't notice my wince and silent cursing. "Oh shoot, I've gotta go. Say hi to May for me!"
We did our signature secret handshake and immediately went different ways. I had heard of some applications for a Stark Internship so I was heading towards the school office to pick one of them up. I'm not sure what exactly to expect, but I bet I'll have to do a test of some sort. That's fine, though. I'm confident in my abilities.
Walking into the office, I'm greeted with the scent of old leather and some other smell that I couldn't quite name. Maybe freshly sharpened pencils? I don't know.
"Um," I clear my throat, trying to get the receptionist's attention. "Excuse me?"
"Oh!" She slightly startles and brings her attention to me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't hear you come in. What can I help you with, dear?"
"I heard something about an application for the Stark Internship? I was just wondering if I could get one or maybe sign up to get one or-" I start rambling but am interrupted by the receptionist quickly standing up and walking to the back of the room.
"Of course! Here you are." She hands me a piece of paper absolutely covered in text. "Just go ahead and fill that out over on that couch!"
"Thank you.." walking over to the couch, briefly glancing over the words printed on the paper. I don't even know how to fill this out. Should I do it in pen or pencil? Is cursive better than normal? I can't do cursive very well, though.. Wait what's this section? "Write a three-paragraph essay about why you should get this internship". How am I supposed to do that! I don't know why I should get it, I just want it! I loudly groan and decide to start on the basics: my name and the date. Once I finish filling that out, I stare at everything else. Maybe I could ask an adult?
I pull my cellphone out of my hoodie pocket and glance through my contacts. Aunt May is probably busy..and the pizza place probably doesn't know how to do this either.. The only adult person left would be Mr/Ms stranger..
~4:56pm~
Peter:
<Since you're an adult and all that I bet
you would know how to fill out an application, right?
~5:01pm~
:creepy stalker pedo
To a point, yes.>
Why?>
Peter:
<I'm trying to fill this application out
for an internship but I don't know what
I'm doing.
:creepy stalker pedo
Internship for where?>
Peter:
<Stark Industries!!!
:creepy stalker pedo
You're applying for an internship at Stark Industries?>
Peter:
<Yep!! :D
<I probably won't get accepted but
why not try :)
Tony stared at his phone, trying to remember which schools he gave the opportunity to come to be an intern. Midtown and some other school I believe..
:creepy stalker pedo
That's cool, kid. I'm sure you'll be accepted.>
What school do you go to?>
Peter:
<You're still on my potential stalker list Mr/ma'am
so I'm not giving you that information!!
<Also can I ask what your pronouns are?
<I'm tired of typing out mr/ma'am all the time..
:creepy stalker pedo
he/him.>
And I'm not a stalker.>
Peter:
<Sure sounds like something a stalker would
say
<But anyways can you help me fill this thing out??
:creepy stalker pedo
Sure.>
What's it asking for?>
Peter:
<Well this part want's me to write an entire
three paragraphs just about why I want
to have the internship!!!
:creepy stalker pedo
Could you send me a picture of exactly what it says?>
Peter:
<Yessir!
<image
:creepy stalker pedo
That is the blurriest picture I've ever seen.>
I see it says your name is...Peter Parlor?>
Peter Barker?>
Peter:
<YOU TRICKED ME!!!???
<CREEPY STALKER MAN!!!!!
:creepy stalker pedo
I apologize, kid. I didn't mean to find out your name.
on the bright side, the picture is so blurry I can't
see your lastname.>
But anyway, just simply write about why you want an internship.
You don't actually have to write a full three paragraphs.>
Tony Stark probably wouldn't wanna read through three paragraphs
for every participant anyways, so.>
Peter:
<But what if he does :'(
<Then if I don't fill it out fully I definitely won't
get the internship
:creepy stalker pedo
Trust me, kid, he's not gonna read through all of that.>
Peter:
<ok...I'm trusting you Mr stalker man
<WAIT
<since you know my name can't I know yours??
:creepy stalker pedo
...>
You can call me Toni.>
Peter:
<OH is your name Antonio??
:creepy stalker pedo
Yep.>
I'm Antonio.
**creepy stalker pedo contact name changed to "Antonio's Pizza"**
Peter:
<Thank you Mr Antonio for your help!!
<I've gotta fill this all out and go home
<Talk to you later :D
:Antonio's Pizza
Bye, Peter.>