chapter 7! want some walnut loaf with your secrets?
🦋🩵🌊
PETER PARKER
🦋🩵🌊
the elevator dings as the door opens, i step out with a box of new computer things and my key in the other.
i walk up to the door and open it, throwing my keys onto the counter.
"hey may!" i yell from the kitchen.
"hmm. hey. how was school today?" she asks.
"okay," i answer, "theres this crazy car parked outside."
i walk around to the living room to see tony stark on my fucking couch.
is mckenna okay?
holy shit.
"oh, mr. parker," mr stark says.
"um. what--what are you doing?" i stammer, "hey! uh, i'm--im--i'm peter."
"tony."
"what are . . .what are you--what are you--what are you doing here?" i studder out.
"it's about time we met. you've been getting my e-mails, right?" he asks.
what emails?
"yeah, yeah," i answer, non truthfully.
"right?"
"regarding the..." i think.
"you didn't tell me about the grant," may accuses.
what the fuck is going on?
"about the grant," i say, unknowing.
"the september foundation," tony says.
i've heard of it but what would i need it for? i didn't even apply.
"right."
"yeah. remember when you applied?" he asks.
no
"yeah, yeah."
"i approved, so now we're in business," he responds.
"you didn't tell me anything. what's up with that? you keeping secrets from me now?" may accuses.
i didn't even know
"why, i just, i just, i just know how much you love surprises, so i thought i would let you know . . . wh . . . anyway, what did i apply for?" i ask very confused.
"that's what i'm here to hash out," he states.
"okay. hash out, hash out. got it," i reply.
"it's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt," mr stark says pointing at may.
"yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know?" she says flirtatiously.
i furrow my eyebrows at her reply.
"this walnut date loaf is exceptional," mr stark states.
"let me just stop you there," i say.
"yeah?"
"is this grant, like, got money involved or whatever? no?" i ask.
"yeah."
"yeah?" i ask smiling.
"it's pretty well funded," tony says.
"wow," i smile.
"look who you're talking to," tony says, "can i have 5 minutes with him?"
"sure," may responds.
i lead tony to my bedroom and lay my box of computer parts on my desk.
tony spits out the bread in my trash can.
"as walnut date loaves go, that wasn't bad," he says, wafting to my desk, "whoa, what do we have here? retro tech, huh? thrift store? salvation army?"
"uh, the garbage, actually," i reply.
"you're a dumpster diver," he says shaking his head.
"yeah, i was. anyway, look, um, i definitely did not apply for your grant," i tell him.
"ah-ah! me first," he says.
"okay?"
"quick question of the rhetorical variety," he pulls out his phone from his pocket and the screen hovers over it, "that's you, right?"
fuck.
"um, no. what do you. what do you mean?" i ask, leaning back on my wall and crossing my arms over my chest.
the screen shows me/spiderman catching a car from crashing completely into a bus. my shoulder still hurts honestly.
"yeah, look at you go. wow! nice catch. three-thousand pounds, forty miles an hour. that's not easy. you got mad skills," he complements.
"that's all- that's all on youtube, though, right? i mean, that's where you found that? because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer," i explain.
he can't tell kenna. it would scare her too much.
"mm-hmm," he replies.
"it's like that video. what is it?" i ask thinking of the one very edited video.
"yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. oh, you mean like those ufos over phoenix?" he asks me, walking around my small room.
"exactly."
mr stark uses something to tap on the attack hatch that i hide my suit in, "oh, what have we here?"
my eyes widen as i leap at my suit, shoving it into my closet, "oh- that's a..."
"so. you're the... spider-ling. crime-fighting spider," tony says listing off names, "you're spider-boy?"
i fold my arms and answer reluctantly, "spider-man."
"not in that onesie, you're not," he responds.
"it's not a onesie," i state, "i don't believe this. i was actually having a real good day today, you know, mr. stark. didn't miss my train, this perfectly good dvd player was just sitting there and, algebra test. nailed it!"
"who else knows? anybody?" he asks
"nobody."
"not even your unusual attractive aunt?"
my eyes widen as he mentions her, "no. no, no. no, no. if she knew, she would freak out. and when she freaks out, i freak out."
"you know what i think is really cool? this webbing," he says throwing the web canister at me, "that tensile strength is off the charts. who manufactured that?"
"i did," i reply, throwing it into my closet.
"climbing the walls, how you doing that? adhesive gloves?"
"it's a long story. i was uh," i start but he cuts me off.
"lordy! can you even see in these?" he says putting my goggles up to his eyes.
"yes. yes, i can! i can. i can-i can see in those. okay? it's just that... when whatever happened, happened it's like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There's way too much input, so... they just kinda help me focus," i rant on.
"you're in dire need of an upgrade. systemic, top to bottom. hundred-point restoration. that's why i'm here," he says as i sit on my bed, "why you doing this? i gotta know. What's your m.o? what gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?"
"because," i say thinking of something, "because i've been me my whole life, and i've had these powers for 6 months."
"mm-hmm," he hums.
"i read books, i build computers, and--and yeah. i would love to play football. but i couldn't then so i shouldn't now," i continue.
"sure, because you're different," he reply's.
"exactly. but i can't tell anybody that, so i'm not. when you can do the things that i can, but you don't," i say as he leans closer to me, "and then the bad things happen they happen because of you."
tony looks at me in wonder, taking in my words before saying anything.
"so you wanna look out for the little guy? you wanna do your part? make the world a better place, all that, right?"
"yeah. yeah just looking out for the little guy. that's- that's what it is," i reply.
he walks closer to my bed and looks down at my stretched out legs, "i'm gonna sit here, so you move the leg," i move my leg in response, "you got a passport?"
"uh, no. i don't even have a driver's license," i respond.
"you ever been to Germany?" he asks.
isn't that where mckenna is?
"no."
"oh, you'll love it," he says.
"i can't go to germany!" i express.
"why?" he asks looking at me like im crazy.
"i got homework."
really? homework? that's the best excuse you could come up with peter?
"i'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."
yeah me too.
"i'm- i'm being serious! i can't just drop out of school!" i exclaim.
"might be a little dangerous. Better tell aunt hottie i'm taking you on a field trip," he responds, going to open the door.
i web his hand to the door knob and point to him.
"don't tell aunt may. and especially don't tell mckenna," i state.
"alright, spider-man," he says proudly, "get me out of this."
"sorry ill get that," i respond walking towards him.
★・・・・・・★
💌
yall are not ready for these next chapters
<3
mads