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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 2

The next morning

“Peter?” a soft voice says when Peter gets down to catch breakfast. His nose is already buried into the third journal by now, and his attention is completely fixed on that that he actually startles when Aunt May calls out his name. “Peter what on Earth are you reading? What are those journals in that box?”

“Oh, good morning Aunt May,” Peter greets her, in an attempt to avoid her question. Last time he tried to dig into the past, she hadn’t taken it all too well. “You look good today, did you do something with your hair?”

Aunt May frowns and tilts her head to the side. “You know I went to the hairdresser yesterday before work, Peter. Don’t try to distract me, what’s in that box?”

And then Peter sighs, because he just can’t keep anything quiet from his aunt. Except, you know, being a superhero, of course. So he just drops the journal he’s holding and hands it out to Aunt May after folding the corner.

“It’s mom’s journals, about the time she got to meet dad. Did you know that she and Mr. Stark were good friends?” Aunt May’s eyes open wide and she grabs the journal out of his hands to take a look at it herself.

“Oh my, I thought these were lost at Oscorp,” May says as she skims through it. “And that whole box is filled with them?”

Peter nods, glad she doesn’t seem too insulted about him reading into his past. She then silently hands him the journal back.

“Well, you’ve learned some things about your father, I guess it’s time you get to know your mother a little bit better, I think,” she admits. Then she picks up her bag and takes her keys. “I’m going to the store, can you do the dishes while I’m gone?”

Peter just nods without looking up again, eyes once more rested onto the pages in front of him. Right now, his parents are exchanging the details of both their work, and they seem to find something mutual in it that they agree to work together. That, and they discuss work during a date. There’s nothing less romantic than that, he supposes.

In just a matter of minutes he finishes the dishes, and then he takes a shower, glad that he doesn’t have to work today. He might as well just swing around New York for a while, take the journal with him and read a bit on a high rooftop. Could he even risk it reading on top of Avengers Tower?

He could try to get Tony Stark’s attention, right? Apparently his mother and he had been good friends; That surely must be a good enough reason to want to talk to him?

But he doesn’t think he should risk it, at all. Mr. Stark’s a busy man, and Peter’s sure he won’t have the time to talk to some kid of a woman he used to be friends with. Does the guy even know about Peter? The fact that he never even appeared in his life must mean that they didn’t part in friendship.

Still, he takes a journal, gets out of the house, and stashes his clothes in his usual alley behind the usual container. Then he goes up, journal safely tucked inside his suit. A few passengers point at him, calling out for him in the hopes to get his attention. Peter gives them a short wave, and then he’s up at last, swinging from building to building, hoping to find something good and calm he can continue reading on.

Two hours after finding a good spot, Aunt May calls him. His call with her is short, and after that he can finally put himself into finishing the third journal. Luckily he thought about bringing the fourth one along, because he’s through the third one in no time.

By the time he gets halfway through the fourth, though, something quite… strange happens. Peter shakes his head for a moment and rereads the page again, but then he finds that he’s read it correctly. His parents are together for about two years now, making it one more year before they get married. That little fact right there, though, is what’s making this next part so difficult to read, though.

“I did something stupid last night. Richard and I had a fight earlier; he accused me of passing along all of our research to Tony. Even after two years, he still doesn’t trust me. I got angry at him, got out of the house and then found myself back at Stark Industries. I didn’t expect to find Tony there, but he offered me a few drinks once he noticed I was angry, and we got to talking.”

Peter is almost afraid to continue, because he’s already sure what’s going to happen next.

“I don’t really know what happened, but the next morning I woke up next Tony, so I can only guess. Oh, how I’ve betrayed Richard, I can’t even believe it.”

The guilt goes on like that, and Peter has to lower the journal and take a deep breath. So, his mother slept with the guy he’s just had pleasant conversation with? That’s just… wrong. Did Mr. Stark even know about his father? Was he aware that Mary had been in a relationship?

It’s better not to think too much about it. As far as Peter knows, Mr. Stark is now in a relationship with Mrs. Potts, and if the pictures are any proof, they’re actually quite happy together. So Peter takes a few deep breaths, and has to tell himself repeatedly that it’s all in the past. His mother obviously felt bad about it, so it’s not like she did it intentionally. Or Mr. Stark, for that matter.

At the end of the fourth journal, his parents are back together and they’re engaged to be married. That’s when Peter puts the journals back away again and makes his way back home. It’s almost evening and he hasn’t eaten all day besides breakfast. Quickly, he makes his way back to his alley and gets dressed back to his own self, before walking to his house. He doesn’t really feel like spending too much time there, so all he does is pick up the fifth and sixth journal, and then he makes his way to the park. It’s not like he has any friends to go to, anyway.

On the door he suddenly finds another note from his Aunt, with behind it another reminder from his school to check out the different internships. They’ve been urging him on to try and find something after messing up his pas semester. As they’ve told him, it’s not too late to bring up his grades again if he would just get his points up by applying for an internship for the rest of the school year.

It’s crap, anyway. Peter takes the note without reading it, and balls it up to throw it into the nearest trash. He’s already accepted the fact that he’ll have to repeat the year, so whatever. At least he’ll no longer be stuck with Flash as a classmate, then.

Peter leaves the house as quickly as he came, making his way to the park. When he sees Iron Man fly by again, he can see he’s carrying Cap with him. There’s probably something happening again, but he figures they can handle it without him, right? They’ve done so for years before he ever became a hero.

Instead he buys himself a hot dog, sits down on a dry but still cold bench, and continues his mother story, finding she picked up a few weeks after she left off with a bang.

“I’m pregnant.” Peter reads, and he almost chokes on his food, surprised at the bluntness. He reads about how happy his father was, and then it’s mostly wedding plans and a few more things on the Spider-stuff. To avoid awkwardness with Mr. Stark, his mother left Stark Industries and agreed to continue her work back in Oscorp. As it turns out, Mr. Stark didn’t take to that all too well, and the two ended their friendship with a fight.

Peter feels a bit sorry for Mr. Stark, though. It seems like the guy actually saw his mother as a good friend, and she just leaves him like that. Peter would feel betrayed, as well. Though, still, it’s not like Peter had that many friends, and one of them did betray him after he got crazy, and the other one…

NO!

Peter shakes his head wildly to get the thought out again. He can’t think of it! He can’t fall back into that dark hole. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts!

To distract himself, he quickly goes through the rest of the journal, but somewhere around the end, he notices a few missing pages; they’ve simply been ripped out, he thinks. Huh, whatever his mother has written there, she surely didn’t want anybody to read those.

Everything went well during this one, his parents got married, she even added a picture of her first ultrasound of Peter, and after that he’s ready to go to the next one.

For the following few days, Peter finds himself reading about four journals a day. There’s nothing productive he really does during the day, and Aunt May even scolds him a few times for it, but she never really manages to stay angry at him for too long. That’s one of the reasons he loves her so much.

The reading slows down a bit after school picks up again. He takes them to classes, and spends most of his time just reading through them, missing whatever the teacher’s trying to teach him. About a week after receiving the journals, they have passed five years give or take. Peter knows he’s getting close to the end, because this is about the time that they disappeared. Up until now, nothing more has been said about Mr. Stark – it’s like his mother just completely banished him from her life. Meanwhile, their study with the spiders with Dr. Connors seems to have advanced, even though his mother has taken a little step back from it to take care of Peter. Somehow, once again, Peter finds a few pages missing, and by then he wonders what his mother would probably not have wanted in written evidence.

But it’s this twentieth journal that changes everything.

“Richard doesn’t trust Oscorp anymore. He thinks they want to use the formula for power, instead of changing the world for good. I don’t know why he’s suddenly so paranoid about it, but it can’t be for nothing.

He told me he’s adding his blood to the spiders, so the only effect it will have is to his own blood. I know he’s talking about little Peter, for when he’s older. But he doesn’t know, can never know. The Spiders won’t have the desired effect on Peter at all, if it’s a matter of blood.

So, that night after Richard took his blood, I exchanged the vial with blood of my own. Only that way, I can be sure that Peter will be safe, and that he will become the hero that I know he’s destined to become.”

Wait, what? Hold on for just a second!

Exchanged blood? The hero he’s destined to become? What is she talking about? Does she somehow already know that he’s going to become Spider-Man? And why on Earth would his father’s blood not work on him?

Unless…

Richard Parker wasn’t his father?

“What, no, you can’t leave it here?” Peter calls out in middle of his class, earning him a detention after that and the confiscation of his journal until the end of the day. Still, the journal is empty after this one; no more notes are written. This is it; the last thing she wrote down before she died.

And with that, taking along a big secret.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, mom!” Peter calls out in annoyance, sitting in the park after getting the booklet back and taking his time to go through it again. He drops the journal down on the grass and leans his head back against the tree he was sitting in front of. Talk about cliffhangers, for crying out loud.

So, if he’s correct, his mother had some kind of view into the future and knew that Peter would get infected with the spiders. That’s just crazy, but about the only explanation he has. Maybe there are mutants around that can go back into the past? Maybe somebody warned her?

But then still, why would his dad’s blood not work on him? It can only mean that his father isn’t really his father, right? Is that maybe why Mary teared out all those pages? Did those reveal his real father and didn’t she want her husband to ever know about that?

Who could it possibly be?

At that moment, a loud noise comes from further into the park. Peter recognizes that noise as a fight taking place, and he figures he could help out a bit. He quickly jumps into the bushes and changes his clothes before anybody can really notice it, and then he’s on his way.

A distraction, perfect. Exactly what he needs right now.

Except for when it’s the Goblin.

Peter already wants to turn back around once he sees Harry’s familiar figure circling around Hawkeye and Widow. The Archer is busy pointing his arrow but the Goblin moves too fast for him and he doesn’t seem to get a good aim at all. Widow is pointing her bites at him, shooting a few times but missing as well.

Cap and Iron Man arrive together, the two of them ready to charge the moment they get there. They’re followed by Falcon and War Machine. Somehow, the Goblin seems to have pissed off enough of them to call out for so many Avengers. Which reminds him that he hasn’t seen Thor fly around for a long time.

“Spidey! Come to play?” Goblin calls out, and at that time he throws out some of his bombs. Peter is a bit too late to notice them so the jump to the side isn’t enough to avoid getting blown away. He lands with his back against a tree, head hitting the bark hard enough to make him see spiders dancing around him.

“Son of a…” Peter mutters, seeing his vision blur and a hard sting going through his head. There are tears welling in his eyes, and he’s sure he’s bleeding in a few places.

“…’s down, I repeat, Spidey’s down!”

The voices are blurred in his ears and he can’t really place who is talking and who isn’t. The loud noises make it clear to him that there’s still fighting going on around him, but he’s aware that there are two people crouching over him.

“You alright, kiddo?” the familiar voice of Mr. Stark asks. It sounds clear enough that Peter doesn’t need to see to know that he’s taken of his mask. “Cap he ain’t dead, you go fight off that idiot.”

And with that, the other figure disappears again, and Peter finds himself seeing six fingers dancing in front of him.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Mr. Stark asks. Peter shakes his head and tries to stand up, only to find his shoulder hurting like hell. It almost reminds him of the time he got shot, and he wonders if something actually got through his skin.

“Whoa, calm down there, kiddo, you got some bomb-shards in your shoulder that we need to fish out, first.”

Peter sags back against the tree. His vision is once again cleared, and the first thing he sees are the deep brown eyes of Tony Stark.

Huh, those are the same eyes he looks at when he’s standing in front of the mirror. How funny that is. Hey, didn’t his mother once sleep with this guy? How freaking weird is that? But then again, the dancing spiders around Mr. Stark’s head are weird as well.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Peter suddenly shouts out while he jumps up from the sudden realization. Holy Crap, no way, no freaking way! “You’re not my dad!”

Mr. Stark’s eyes widen in surprise, and then he starts laughing, eyes crinkling at the corners. His hand goes upon the chest of his suit.

“Oh, how hard did you hit your head, kid?” Mr. Stark then stands up again, resting his hands on his hips. “We have to get you to the training center as soon as possible. See, this is what happens when you chase after danger…”

“G-Goblin,” Peter stutters out, watching how the other Avengers are busy trying to hold him back. He can’t really focus on his previous best friend flying around like that, but he’s just too fast for his hurting brain.

“The others got it, kiddo,” Mr. Stark assures him before beginning to pick him up without trying to jostle his shoulder too much. Still, Peter has to let out a grunt of pain, feeling the sting with even the smallest movements. “I’ll be quick.”

And then before Peter really knows it, he’s up in the air.

Helen Cho is quite a friendly woman, and not quite uneasy on the eyes either, if Peter would have had a thing for older women. Her long black hair is neatly tied back into a ponytail and her face looks calm while concentrated. Peter feels safe with her, which is something because otherwise he wouldn’t have let her see so much of him. Luckily, there’s something called patient confidentiality, and he’s quite sure she’s following that one thoroughly.

“I don’t think many teenagers are able to say that they’ve had bomb shards in their shoulder,” she jokes while poking the fifth shard out. There are about six more, and lucky for him she sedated him enough not to feel the pain.

“I’ve been through many things that others my age haven’t,” Peter tells her back, and Dr. Cho nods in agreement while lifting her eyebrows. Mr Stark left about fifteen minutes ago after making sure that Peter’s well taken care of, and that has given the teenager some time to think. It helps now that his head is clear, though.

So there might be a slight, small possibility that Tony Stark, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist superhero, could maybe be his father. Sure, okay, his mother might have slipped up with him once, but that couldn’t mean that they hit the jackpot on the first try, right? Surely, there’s something else his mother used when she said that his father’s blood would not work on Peter?

“You can keep secrets, right?” he suddenly asks Helen Cho, who has by now pulled out eight shards. She looks up with raised eyebrows, and then nods quickly.

“I don’t discuss matters of my patients with others,” she confirms. Good, she might be the kind of Doctor Peter’s always needed; a superhero doctor who will not look up in surprise whenever he arrives with strange wounds. Does she have a practice somewhere in New York maybe?

“So, I kind of learned that my father is not my father, and I have a suspicion that I might know who is, but I kind of need some proof for it, you understand?” he stumbles out. Dr. Cho doesn’t look up, instead removing the ninth shard.

“There are ways to test that, but I’d need DNA-samples from your supposed father to confirm it, and even that would take me days to analyze,” she explains calmly, sounding a bit amused that he would have such mundane troubles. With this, Peter proves that he’s not any different from other people.

“I could get some, but what would you need? Blood, hair? Spit?” He’s just summing things up now, calling up what he remembers from all those TV shows where DNA tests are only done in mere minutes. If only it were that easy in real life.

“Blood would be the most convenient, but I suppose hair would do as well,” Mrs. Cho explains. Of course, I would rather have your father consenting to this, as well, though I suppose you’re wanting to keep this quiet, if I’m correct?”

Peter nods, feeling quite small all of the sudden. He’s glad she can’t see his face underneath the mask, otherwise she would see the guilty expression he’s giving her.

“You know where to find me, I’m always here. You got the samples, you bring them to me, and I’ll tell you in fourteen days’ time,” she then reveals, pulling out the last shard and starting to clean the wounds before starting to stitch them up together. Peter still doesn’t feel anything of it.

“Thank you, Dr. Cho,” Peter tells her truthfully. He’s glad he has somebody who could help him out with this, because all he just needs is proof.

“This supposed father of yours; will you tell him of your Super-hero alter ego?” she asks in curiosity. Peter huffs, regretting it immediately when she slaps him lightly on the shoulder to keep him still.

“No way, he’d freak! I think he’d already freak to find out he’s got a son, let alone to have said son fighting battles every day to keep New York safe.”

Dr. Cho chuckles and finishes up her stitches, cleaning them once more before bandaging them up.

“You should think about going international. The Avengers do it all the time.” Peter snorts, shaking his head and licking his lips, forgetting that he’s still wearing his mask and instead licking the fabric.

“Heh, my Aunt would freak! She’s been trying to get me to get my grades back up at school,” Peter mumbles back. “Besides, I can barely manage to convince the Avengers to let me fight alongside them.” Then he just shakes his head. He really needs to find some people more of his age to vent to, but instead he finds himself talking to an adult woman who shouldn’t really bother listening to him.

Dr. Cho instead finishes off at last and stands up to throw away her things and clean her hands. She gives Peter one long look when he pulls the top of his suit back on and then tries to stand up. It still stings when he tries to stretch his shoulder, which means that he shouldn’t be moving it too much.

“You know, with good grades, there’s the better chance you’ll be accepted in better universities. I suppose your aunt only wants you to prepare yourself to get ready for college,” Dr. Cho says.

“Not like we have the money for it, anyway,” Peter mutters, thinking back of how his aunt and he are barely getting through with paying the bills as they are. She’s already doing extra shifts at the hospital behind his back, and he’s been trying different jobs and managed to finally find one that didn’t get him fired after the first week, even though it barely pays.

“You should apply for the Stark scholarship, then,” Dr. Cho says. She leans back against her counter and crosses her arms. “Besides, if you want to earn yourself some money, that internship at Stark’s pays off pretty well – not as much as a normal job there, would, of course.”

This is the second person now that has suggested him to go for that internship, and immediately he wonders what it would be like; he’s never been inside of Stark Industries, never had reason to. The building is not too far from Oscorp, yet Peter has avoided it like the plague whenever swinging just because of the elaborate security system.

“How do I apply?” Peter asks. Dr. Cho pushes herself off the counter and goes to walk to her desk to pick up a phone number. Then she offers it to Peter.

“Try to get an appointment with Stark’s assistant, and she’ll put you in the books. They take these scholarships very seriously. If you’re a smart lad, he’ll give you a chance.”

Peter then nods and gets ready to leave the building. He wonders if the Avengers managed to take down the Goblin. It’s probably been an hour, and if they haven’t stopped him by now, quite the damage must have been made already.

“Oh, and Spidey?” Dr. Cho suddenly says before Peter can get out. The teenager turns back around to look at her and nods to make clear that she has his attention. “You said you lived with your aunt. I know it might sound like cheating, but Mr. Stark is quick in sponsoring orphans, being one himself. I understand if you don’t want to, but you might use that to your advantage.”

So playing dirty, is what she’s suggesting. Peter just nods, wondering if he can still call himself an orphan. He has a great Aunt who’s taking care of him, and there’s the biggest possibility that the man he’s going to ask for money to could maybe possibly be his father.

Right, he should get that DNA sample for her so they can do the test right away. Then, before he gets out, he turns back around again, lifting up the sleeve from his suit.

“You could take the blood for the sample right away. I’ll try to take care of the other sample right after that.”

Dr. Cho nods, cleaning her hands once more and taking out the stuff she needs to collect blood. Peter hasn’t had his blood checked ever since he became Spider-Man, afraid of what people may find when they take a closer look at it.

“Would you be alright with me examining the blood? I’m just kind of interested in the origins of your powers,” Dr. Cho asks, the question not really unexpected. But Peter trusts her, knowing that she will not use it to do anything wrong with it. If the Avengers rely on her, why can’t he, right? Especially if he plans to join them one day.

Taking the sample is a quick process, and before Peter knows it he’s already walking into the hallway. He hasn’t had a tour of the building yet, and he figures it’s only normal for him to get lost, but there’s just too much pride in him to go back and ask for the way.

Besides, if he wants Tony Stark’s DNA-sample, he might as well start looking right here, right?

So, trying not to look too suspicious about it, Peter starts looking behind every door. There isn’t really anybody inside any of the rooms, which make it conveniently easy for him to weasel out of every bedroom he passes.

Of course, that works only until he’s about to open a door and finds it opening before he can even touch it, only to reveal a young brown-haired woman with big brown eyes and a worried expression.

Shit, he hadn’t thought about Scarlet Witch being here. He’s heard about her, though never met her in person. Still, from what he knows of her, she can read minds, meaning that she probably already knows why exactly he’s sneaking around like this.

“Hey, eh, Mrs. Maximoff!” Peter says while scratching the back of his head. There’s a chuckle escaping from his throat, and if she could see his face, she’s see a whole lot of red. Err, not that she doesn’t already do, that is. “I thought you’d be with the others fighting the Goblin?”

“I am not yet allowed to go on missions,” the girl says with a sudden frown on her face. The Sokovian accent is thick on her tongue, but she managed to get through her words easy enough. “I would ask why you aren’t there as well, but we both know the answer to that now, do we?”

“Heh,” Peter chuckles out in embarrassment. “So is this a thing you do? You constantly read minds of everybody who walks around this building?”

Oh, good, try to lighten the mood, great idea, Parker. You’ll surely anger her right there.

But she doesn’t seem angry, instead smirking a little bit. Oh, no, this is it; the part where she’s going to show him his greatest fear, traumatizing him for life with images that he’ll never want to see ever in his life.

Or images that he never wants to see again.

“I have stopped reading your mind once I knew you weren’t a common thief or assassin,” Wanda says fondly. Then her fingers go on his face, slowly touching the fabric of his mask. The touch is gentle, but Peter still wonders what this is all about. “Though I know why you’re here, and I’m willing to help.”

“Wait, what?” Peter asks out loud. Wanda pulls him inside her room then, closing the door behind them and pressing him against the wall with her hand on his mouth. She’s signing for him to keep quiet as sudden footsteps come up from behind the door. Huh, so she knew somebody was coming?

After the footsteps have disappeared, she pulls away from him again and goes to pick some things up from her bed. When he looks closer, he understands that it’s a key card.

“Couldn’t you just, I don’t know, use your telekinetic powers for opening doors?” Peter asks when they get out of the room again. Wanda shakes her head and takes his hand to make him follow her. Though Peter can’t place one hallway from the others, Wanda does seem to know where she wants to go, and as it turns out that’s exactly where Peter just came from. They pass Dr. Cho’s office again, and follow the end of the hallway until they get to an obviously locked door.

“These locks are sensitive to anything unnatural, so if I would try to forcibly open it, Mr. Stark would be immediately warned for it, and I promised Captain Rogers that I would not use my powers for those kinds of things,” Wanda explained. With that she lifts up the card again where Peter can clearly read her name. “Outside of training, they expect me to behave like a normal human would, just in case I would ever come to lose these powers and not become completely dependable of them.”

That kind of makes sense, though Peter would hate it if they’d do that to him. Maybe he should better hold off with officially joining them?

When Wanda passes the key, there’s a confirming beep and then the lock is opened. She gets inside so quickly that Peter lets out a breath of surprise when he’s tugged along, apparently still holding her hand.

“Dr. Cho has a few blood-samples of every Avengers right here, just in case she would ever be needing it,” Wanda explains as they pass by a few refrigerators with little tubes. Not all of them are filled with blood, but probably plasma as well. Peter’s also sure he saw a few tubes with antidotes for things. He takes his time as he passes them by, honestly a bit impressed at how big her stash is. Hopefully the other Avengers are aware of this?

Once he passes Wanda’s tubes of blood, he stops for a moment, taking a long look at the young girl that is suddenly helping him. He doesn’t know why she’s doing it, but somehow she seems to find his reasons enough to do this.

“How much do you know? About me?” Peter asks then, eyes suddenly glistening over wat looks like a blue liquid. He wonders what that is for, but figures that it has something to do with her mind-controlling abilities since none of the others have it.

“I know who you are, and I know that you suspect Stark’s your father,” she explains. When she’s looking at what Peter’s staring at, her face falls a little bit. Still, she doesn’t say anything, instead handing him a vial of blood. Mr. Stark’s details are still on it with a sticker, so Peter pulls that off to keep it hidden from Dr. Cho. She doesn’t need to know that the man who’s funding her is the father of Spider-Man.

“Why would you help me, Wanda?” Peter then asks. Wanda lifts up the corners of her lips for just a moment before starting to walk away again.

“We’ve both lost so many people in life. If somebody could help me find a long lost family member, I’d want them to help me, too,” she says. After opening the door, Peter follows her out. In front of Dr. Cho’s office they stop, and Peter frowns as he looks down. Won’t it be too suspicious if he’d come back that quickly? Surely, there’s no way she’d know the blood sample is from here, but still, he’s barely been gone for half an hour, and they’re far enough away from the city to know that Peter couldn’t have swung his way there and back in that small amount of time. That, and there are no freaking buildings nearby to swing from.

Ah, what the heck, he just wants the proof. With a small nod, he thanks Wanda. The girl just smiles at him, leans forward to press a small kiss on his cheek – on the mask, of course – and then she’s off again. Internally, Peter swears that if she would ever need help, he’d be there to give it to her.

Dr. Cho had been surprised, indeed, but she accepted the sample without any question and with the promise that she’ll have answers in fourteen days. They agree on him returning here when the day comes, and then he’s off, finally getting out of the building.

But, right… there are no buildings to swing from and he’s in the middle of fucking nowhere.

“Great,” Peter mutters, already starting on his way back home.

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