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Being a Stark [Superfamily]

Chapter 12

Peter would have laughed at the irony of going to an exhibition about Captain America while having met the person a few times had his aunt not been here. But the fact stays the same, and as she’s walking right next to him, holding a pamphlet in her hands about the ‘Howling Commando’s’ and pointing towards what must be an old prototype of Steve’s shield, Peter keeps in his laughter.

Out of all the heroes that wander around in New York, Aunt May seems to have two that stand out in particular; while she dislikes Mr. Stark the most – though she won’t really explain why – it seems like he adores Captain America with all her heart. If it would have been that easy, Peter would even have arranged a meet-and-greet with him. Perhaps he should ask her the next time he’s at the facility.

“Look at this! It’s weird to think he actually fought with that thing!” Aunt May calls out, inspecting the shield up closer. Peter remembers when the exhibition was first announced. Aunt May had wanted to go, but they didn’t want to travel all the way to Washington for it so they decided to wait. The moment it moved to New York, Peter took some of the money he had earned for working at Stark’s and got himself two tickets.

“Yeah, I’m sure it didn’t come back to him if he threw it,” Peter jokes, and Aunt May snorts before leaning forward some more. When some random guy passes them by and takes a good look at his aunt, Peter frowns at him.

“That sense of humor of yours… I missed it,” Aunt May then says, pulling back. As soon as she’s facing Peter again, Peter stops glaring at the staring dude, instead meeting her eyes. A warm feeling passes through him when she reaches up her hand to caress his cheek. “I know things have been hard, but I’m glad you’re doing better, Peter.”

“I do feel a bit better,” Peter admits with a faint smile, leaning into her touch. “Even better now that we get to spend some time together.”

“About that…” Aunt May starts as she pulls her hand back. Then she makes a slight turn and starts walking forward again, moving to the next panel. Peter frowns as he follows her. “I know I’m the one who told you to go for the internship, and I’m really glad you’re trying to make things better again.”

“But?” Peter asks, knowing it’s coming.

“But… you spend so much time there! I hardly get to see you anymore! Are you sure you’re not overworking too much? I know you get payed, but I don’t really think you need the burn-out from working that hard, Peter!”

Oh, she’s rambling. Her hand is going through her hair and the other is squeezing the pamphlet until her fingers look white. Peter should intervene, quickly.

“Aunt May, listen, I’m not overworking myself!” Peter quickly gets out, grabbing for her hands and taking them in his own. The woman looks at him with a worried expression behind her glasses, and Peter thinks back of the last time he wore his. “I’m doing fine. Great, even, because I get to work alongside Mr. Stark. We’re working on some sort of suit and-“

“You’re working with Tony Stark? I just thought you were working for him?” she suddenly interrupts him, pulling back her hands slightly before resting them on her hips. When a young couple tries to get a view from the panel they’re standing in front of, they slowly move aside until they’re out of the way.

“Listen, I don’t know why you don’t like him, Aunt May, but Mr. Stark is really teaching me so much!” Peter quickly comes to his defense. Aunt May lets out a shaky laugh, shaking her head as she stares him down. One of her hands goes back to her hair again.

“Why I don’t like him so- you know your mother used to work with him, right?” she asks, and Peter nods. He knows because he read all of her journals and Mr. Stark said so, himself. “You know she came back at my front door, once. Before you were born. And she was in tears, as if she were having a panic attack.”

Then Aunt May turns her head and lowers the hand to her shoulder, her wrist resting above her heart.

“All she would say was ‘Tony… I made a mistake…’ and whatever else vague, followed by the request that nobody ever mentions him again. And he tried to call, even showed up at her house once, drunk, to try and talk, but her request was clear.”

Peter didn’t know that; he thought Mr. Stark had seized all contact immediately afterwards.

“After a while, we didn’t hear from him again – nobody did. It was as if he’d disappeared completely from the world.”

That must have been because he had been admitted again. He did say something about someone sending him back to the place to get him better once more. They must have shut off all his contact with the outside world.

“But the real reason I don’t like him isn’t actually that… That was your mother’s problem,” Aunt May admits. She starts walking again, this time not looking Peter in the eyes.

“What is it?” Peter asks, hurrying after her. They stop at a panel where a video image is shown of the Founder of SHIELD, Agent Peggy Carter, talking about how Captain America influenced her life. Peter isn’t listening to her, instead focusing all of his attention to his Aunt.

“Remember the Stark Expo back in Queens? Six years ago? Ben and I took you after you kept on begging us to take you for an entire month. It cost us quite a lot of money, too.”

Peter nods, indeed remembering it all. Aunt May smiles a bit, but it’s not entirely out of happiness.

“I remember how we walked in, and you pulled us to this stall, begging us to buy you one of those Iron Man masks. And Ben said we’d do it if you would pay it back later – so you would learn to start earning what you get.”

“I didn’t take it off for the entire evening,” Peter mutters, recalling how happy he’d been to finally have the chance to see the expo. Of course, he had been a bit disappointed, as well, after walking around there the entire day but not coming across his favorite hero.

“And then there was that attack, and you got separated from us,” Aunt May then continues. “We looked everywhere, but all we heard was ‘Iron man is here, Iron Man is here!’, as if his presence should have meant that we were all saved.”

“But he did save us,” Peter continues before clearing his throat. “At least, he saved me.”

“You shouldn’t have to be saved in the first place, Peter! That bad guy, he didn’t just want to be bad. He wanted revenge on him. And you were the one who ended up in danger when that robot mistook you for him because of that stupid mask.”

Peter did wonder why they threw the thing away before even getting home.

“Yeah, sure, he kicked its ass before it could get to you, but had he been a small bit too late, you wouldn’t even have been here anymore.”

Peter stays quiet after that; he had never tried to think too much about that day at the expo where he had raised his own hand with his self-made light attached to it. He had thought he could scare the thing off by just pretending to be Iron Man, but instead he made it that much worse for himself.

“He attracts danger to everybody he knows, Peter. He has enemies, and every moment you spend with him, is another moment where his tower is bombed by another revenge-mission or something like that,” Aunt May concludes. Peter takes another deep breath and lowers his shoulders for a bit.

“He’s my father,” he suddenly slips out. His eyes widen the moment the words leave his mouth, and his hand goes to cover up his lips, but it’s already too late.

“He’s what?” she then asks, and Peter sighs. All this time doing his best to keep his Spider-Man-secret, and now this just comes blurting out like it’s nothing.

“He’s… my father. The reason why my mother didn’t want to speak with him anymore is because she accidentally cheated on dad with him,” Peter admits.

“Wh- uh, does he know?” she asks, and Peter shakes his head.

“Not yet. I’m trying to get to know him a bit better first. I want to know if he’s the kind of person I want as my dad.” Peter looks down to the ground. “But he’s not good right now, just like I’m not good. And we’re both trying to get better, but it seems to be taking a bit more time with him.”

Aunt May just looks at him sadly. Then she holds out her arms and pulls him into a hug. Her hand comes to the back of his head, and Peter’s cheek rests on her shoulder. In front of Agent Carter’s video about Steve, they stand there in a strong embrace.

And even though Peter is Spider-Man, and he’s been able to defeat multiple bad guys, he’s never felt safer than right now.

“Tony!”

Tony looks up from his desk, security mask still safely above his face and welding machine in hand.

“Ah, Cap, good you’re here. Peter had this one request but he didn’t dare to ask you despite the fact that you’re one gigantic teddy bear when it comes to the kid-“

“Tony, I didn’t come to just chat,” Steve interrupts him mid-speech. Tony closes his mouth and puts down the device in his hand. Then he lifts up the mask while leaning back in his seat.

“A business-talk? Haven’t had those since you grounded me,” Tony mutters, knowing he’s being a bit childish about that, but in all honesty, he doesn’t really care about it.

“Rumlow has returned,” Steve says shortly. Tony frowns but then shrugs.

“That name supposed to ring any bell to me, or…?”

“He was this guy I worked with at SHIELD, but turned out to be HYDRA. We kind of dropped a building on his head,” Steve explains shortly, as if that’s supposed to make everything clear. Tony still frowns, though, not really catching up but then deciding to just roll with it.

“Okay, what’s that to do with us?” Tony asks. Steve shakes his head.

“He’s HYDRA, and he’s loose. We can’t have him running around like that after everything he’s done,” Steve explains. Tony then sighs and lowers his gaze again.

“So you’re leaving?” he asks, knowing that, if they are, he’s not going with them. He’s not even near to be cleared for Iron Man again. Sure, he’s been taking his meds and his session with Dr. Wynedell earlier today hadn’t gone too bad, but his moods are still too unpredictable. He could still seriously hurt somebody if he were to lash out again. Mostly himself….

“Only for a little while, until we catch him,” Steve assures him. Tony takes the mask off his head and drops it down on the desk before standing up. Then he takes his cup of coffee and starts walking towards the window to have a good look outside. Spring is trying to show, but the last bit of winter is still making an effort to make itself known. It’s not yet weather for t-shirts or shorts, but at least the sun is shining again.

“You know that could take weeks,” Tony says, feeling something heavy inside of him all of the sudden. The idea of them leaving while he’s left behind here… it doesn’t sit too well with him. They could be in danger, and he’ll be here. All these inventions around him that could help them, but he can’t use them.

He’s not too surprised when Steve is standing behind him as he turns around. What does surprise him is Steve pulling his hand away from his chest. That’s when Tony realizes he’s been rubbing his scar once again. He always seems to do that when he gets nervous, according to Steve.

“What’s wrong, Tony?” Steve asks, fingers still around Tony’s wrist, though he doesn’t seem to be aware of it. Tony, on the contrary, can’t help but be extra aware of it. The skin where Steve’s fingers are touching him is burning.

Crap, this is the reason why Tony never touches the man, even though Steve seems to find every excuse to touch him all the time. It’s exactly what Pepper said before she left.

“I’m not blind, Tony. I see how you light up whenever he’s near. You’re holding in with the jokes whenever he’s in the room, and you’re trying to be a gentleman in some way. And it’s alright, I’m not angry at you for that. But it would be unfair to both of us if we would stay together while, in fact, I’m not the one you want.”

He’s been denying it. For so long, he’s tried never to think back of the reason as to why Pepper ended their relationship. Not only because it hurts too much that she left, but because he’s afraid she could be right. And he doesn’t want her to be right.

But now he can’t, because Steve is holding his wrist, and Tony’s skin is burning, and there’s this uneasy feeling in his stomach and chest. As if whatever’s inside wants to break back out. And Steve is still looking at him with those blue eyes. Blue, with little dots of green in them, expressing nothing but admiration and friendliness. And now worry as well.

“Tony?” Steve asks again. Tony clears his throat and pulls his hand back before stepping away from the window again. He heads towards one of the panels in the walls and fishes up the remote controller from the desk to open it. Then, the panel opens up, revealing a new suit he’d worked on a while back.

“Here’s, uh… I remodeled it a bit, made it stronger and… uh…,” Tony stumbles over his words. “The magnet for your shield has a wider radius, and it’s easier to move in now…” Then he stops talking, figuring that he’s not making much sense anymore. He shivers a bit when Steve comes up to him again, but instead of standing next to him, Steve only stops right in front of the uniform, which he observes intently. He lifts up a hand, and passes his finger over the small ‘A’ symbol Tony added on the shoulders. It’s the same as on the uniform he’d worn during that Ultron disaster.

“Thank you, Tony,” Steve says before turning around again. “You keep looking out for us. We’re really grateful for that.”

Crap, hanging out with Steve is really easier whenever Peter is around, because then all Tony thinks about is not to disappoint the kid. He’s always too focused on Peter to even think about whatever is happening right now. Maybe Pepper just shouldn’t have said anything at all about the matter.

“I just… like making…” Tony doesn’t finish his sentence at all. This is literally the first time since the accident with the pills that he’s been truly alone with Steve, and he knows he’s close to losing control of it all. Normally there’s always at least someone in the room with them. Be it Peter, or Vision, or Rhodey… But now they’re alone.

While the medications have been helping with the lack of feeling, so to say, as he starts to get his act back together, his dreams don’t really seem too keen on giving Tony the same treatment. More often than not, he wakes up with images of Steve still fresh in his mind. Images he’d thought he’d become too old for. Images that gave him guilt for even dreaming them up so soon after Pepper left him. Sure, it’s been a little more than three months now since she left, and the dreams haven’t started until only a few weeks ago when he got back on the meds, but everything just feels too soon. It’s happening too fast.

“Tony,” Steve starts again, and Tony’s eyes rest on those lips as they speak out his name. Those full lips that can produce the sincerest smile any human can ever manage. Crap, he needs to get out of here, now!

“So, when do you leave?” Tony asks, walking Steve by in an attempt to get away from him as soon as he can. But before he can even make it past the desk, he’s suddenly pulled back by his arm, turned around by Steve before the man puts his hands on the back of Tony’s head and presses their lips together. Tony’s eyes widen in surprise, but in just a matter of seconds he relaxes again. This is Steve; there’s no danger here at all.

So Tony closes his eyes, putting is hands on Steve’s hips instead to pull him closer. The kiss is rough, and it barely leaves any room for them to breathe. But it’s still perfect, somehow. Every time Tony pulls back to take a breath, Steve leans forward once more to capture his lips again.

After what must be minutes, they pull apart at last. Steve just stares down at Tony with this longing look in his eyes. Tony is simply out of breath, trying with all his might to find something to joke about but unable to get any word out.

“Wow, I managed to get the one and only Tony Stark speechless? That must be a record,” Steve jokes instead, and Tony punches him on the chest before leaning forward once more to get one more kiss. Before their lips could meet, though, FRIDAY’s voice fills the room.

“Mrs. Romanoff is nearing the workshop,” she warns them, and the two men pull apart as quickly as they can. While Steve is rubbing his lips as if to drying them off, Tony is taking out his phone and pretending to look something up. By the time the door opens, the two already have enough space between them so that she wouldn’t notice anything.

But he won’t hold it past her if she would figure it out. She’s a super-spy after all. And even as she stands in the doorway, holding a tablet in her hands, already fully dressed in her uniform, she takes a good look at both Steve and Tony with a frown. Then as she tries to speak, Tony interrupts her.

“You’re leaving now, right? Make sure not to drop any more cities from the sky, alright? And take Wanda with you! She should be on the field once in a while, I think she’s going crazy if she can’t do anything. Rogers, take that suit with you, I didn’t make it just for the mannequin to wear it. Don’t scratch it, it’s worth a lot!”

Okay if he’s trying not to appear nervous, he’s failing miserably at it. He quickly clears his throat again before grabbing his mask again.

“Right… the Quinjet is ready for departure. We need to go now before we lose him again.” Natasha then nods towards the hallway. Steve nods before getting the suit off the panel. Then he follows Widow out of the workshop. Before the door closes behind him, he gives Tony one last look, which Tony returns.

And they don’t speak words, because that one last stare is enough for them; they’ll talk about this later. They’re not going to pretend this never happened.

“Incoming message from Mary Fitzpatrick,” FRIDAY suddenly pulls him out of that one stare, and then the door is closed. Tony startles, shaking his head a bit before pulling his mask up again.

“Uh, that’s not possible. She’s dead,” Tony reminds her.

“This is an automatic message,” FRIDAY clarifies, and Tony clears his voice once more before nodding, waiting for the screen on the desk to light up. Then Mary’s familiar face suddenly fills the glass. She looks a little bit older than how he remembers her, but not much.

“Tony. I know you never really expected to hear from me again, and I can’t blame you for that. I’m sorry that I shut you out, but I just panicked, I suppose.”

It’s weird to hear her voice again. Tony leans forward a bit, trying to capture what he’s seeing in front of him, but reminding himself that she’s no longer there.

“I know I can only bring bad news, and this one won’t be better at all. If you’re getting this, it probably means that I’m dead. Richard and I are about to leave now, Oscorp is after us. They’re after something Richard made, and they’re angry because he won’t give it to them. So we have to leave, to disappear. I’m not sure if we’ll make it.

“But I didn’t call you to tell you that. I’m not sure you’ll even care after everything I put you through. I can explain why I panicked the way I did, and I will. That’s mostly because I think you deserve to know. You’re going to be one of the only persons left in his life.”

Then the Mary on the screen pulls up a picture from somewhere. She points it towards the camera, so Tony has a good view on what’s on it. He recognizes Peter instantly. He’s so young, sitting there between Mary and the man that must be Richard. Tony chokes only a little bit when he sees that it’s a picture of the family together.

“This is Peter, and he’s our son.”

Tony’s heart skips a few beats when he hears that sentence. He could be mistaken, but did she say ‘our’? Surely, she means hers and Richard’s, right?

“Richard doesn’t know it; he thinks he’s the father, and I intent on keeping it like that. I love him, and I don’t wish to hurt him in any way. But Peter, he’s so much like you; smarter than other kids his age, a little difficult to get along with if you don’t know him. He’s got your eyes, Tony. And those small little freckles you’ve always denied having.”

Tony doesn’t feel his body anymore. He tries to move, but notices that he can’t. Instead, all he can do is focus on that small picture of Peter. He must have been about five or six when that was taken. He looks happy, untroubled. Far away from the kid Tony met a few months ago.

“We can’t take Peter with us. It would be too dangerous for him. So we dropped him off at his aunt and uncle’s in Queens. He’s safe there. That’s where you can find him, whenever you get this message. I’m sorry, I don’t know how old he’ll be when you see this. I postpone sending this every year I survive, so if it would be that I don’t, you know what that means…”

Mary sobs a bit as she lowers the picture again. Then she rubs her eyes and looks away from the camera.

“I never hated you, Tony. You were one of my best friends, and I’m sorry for what trouble I caused you. But I just couldn’t stand lying to you about Peter. I know you can’t afford to have a son – especially one outside of any relationship. You’re a public figure, and you shouldn’t get all the attention on it. And neither does Peter.”

Then Mary dries off her eyes and looks back at Tony, determined, though heartbroken look on her face.

“I’m leaving now. I hope that, if you decide to meet him, you’ll get along well. He’s such a sweet kid, and I’m sure he’ll steal your heart as well. Goodbye, Tony. I’m sorry for everything.”

And then the screen turns blank, and all Tony can see is the table through the glass. A breath escapes his mouth, and at last he gets back the movement in his arms. He leans back in his chair, raises his eyes to the ceiling, and tries to count to a hundred to calm down his nerves. What he would do right now to have Rhodey here. He’s not sure who stayed here, and who left, but he could figure it out.

Peter… what are the odds that the kid would be working with him for weeks? How is it possible that somehow they’ve been together for all that time without knowing what they are to each other? Or at least, he thinks that Peter doesn’t know.

Unless… that first interview, those papers Peter dropped. They were results for a DNA-screening, as far as Tony remembers. There hadn’t been any names on it, but Tony can recall the page as well as any other because of his memory. Just one look had been enough to store it in his brain.

Somehow, Peter managed to swab something from Tony’s DNA, and got it tested with his own.

That sneaky kid…

“FRIDAY, Mary Parker died years ago. Why am I only getting this now?” Tony asks, noticing only slightly how there’s a shiver in his voice. It’s best that nobody else is in here, though he wouldn’t have minded if Steve would have stayed a little longer.

Wait, no. He’s not suddenly going to let down his walls. They kissed once. That doesn’t mean Tony is going to keep on giving in here.

“The message came from an abandoned subway station called ‘Roosevelt’s Secret Station’. It’s a secret subterranean extension of New York’s ‘D’ line train under Pershing Square.”

“Okay, why was it a secret station?” Tony asks, already pulling up his phone to look it up himself. Just as FRIDAY is explaining, the website opens up.

“It was built to transport President Franklin Roosevelt away from the public eye, to keep his polio hidden from the people. According to legends, the train car was hidden underneath a private elevator that would take the vehicle straight to the Waldorf-Astoria Garage.”

“Huh,” Tony mutters, pulling up pictures of whatever it is. “Is it worth a visit?”

“I don’t know what you’re expecting to find there, sir,” FRIDAY responds. Tony just shrugs, before grabbing his vest and putting his phone aside again.

“Just need to see what triggered the message now,” he answers. “Call Happy for me, will you? If Steve can have his mission, I can have one of my own.”

FRIDAY doesn’t answer, but Tony knows she’ll listen to him. That’s why she’s such a wonderful AI, after all. Tony quickly looks to the side to check the hour, finding that it’s almost eleven a.m., on a Monday. But that doesn’t mean much for traffic; it’s New York. There’s always traffic.

For a short second, his mind wanders back to the suit. It’s not really much action he’s expecting here. Would it be so much trouble if he would just…? No, better not. Steve still hasn’t declared him fit for it anyway.

Like Steve knows anything about Tony’s health regarding the suit…

“Happy has been notified and he’s already preparing the car, sir,” FRIDAY says, and Tony smiles.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, my dear.”

It’s right when he sits down in his seat that he realizes; he never asked Cap for that favor of Peter’s about getting him to meet May.

“Crap…”





They’re having lunch when Peter sees her. He’s at the table with Ned, discussing the new Star Wars movie they did eventually watch a few weeks back when suddenly a third person joins their table. It’s the moment Peter sees the fiery red hair that he groans.

“Oh come on, you again?” he asks Michelle, who just glares at him with her greenish-brown eyes. Then she drops her food at the seat next to him, and drops down without saying a word. Ned and Peter observe her with a confused stare as she starts to mix her sauces together until she gets one nasty looking brown goo.

“That doesn’t look good?” Ned mutters. Michelle snorts before pulling up a French fry and dipping it in.

“It don’t have to look good to taste good,” she says, pointing the fry at him before putting it in her mouth. Then, while she’s still chewing, she turns towards Peter in that usual inspecting glare of hers. “Now you’ve been missing from work lately, which strikes me as strange since you’ve got a lot to catch up on here. What, you’ve given up your year?”

“Uh, what?”

“I mean, not that I’ve been stalking after you or something, of course. I’ve just been very observant, especially after that weird stunt you pulled with almost breaking that intern’s arm?”

Her eyes, they’re just… it’s like they’re trying to burn inside his soul, to get all of the secrets out of him. She stares with determination, but trying to show aloofness along as well. Without getting him out of her sight, she grabs for another fry and dips it right back into the sauce.

“Uh, I’m still working,” Peter says nervously. “Why do I even have to explain myself to you?”

“What, you got transferred, then?”

“Practically, yeah,” Peter says, not knowing how to explain this, really. “I’ve been working with Mr. Stark. He’s building this new suit, and-“

“NO WAY! You get to help him with the Iron Man suit? Which number is he at, now?” Ned interrupts him enthusiastically. Both Peter and Michelle turn to look at him, Michelle annoyed while Peter is more shocked. He has no idea what he’s supposed to say here.

“Uh, no not the Iron Man suit. It’s something for a new guy, he said,” Peter answers then with a shrug. Then he gets a poke on the head from Michelle.

“Uh-uh, you’re trying to make us believe you’re working with the actual Mr. Stark? Don’t even try to shit us here, Parker.” Michelle says, loud enough for the guy behind them to hear. Unfortunately, that person turns out to be nobody other than Flash, who seems more than happy to push Peter’s face against the table for no reason other than to be annoying.

“Auw,” Peter mutters as his cheek hits his plate. There’s a fry poking his eye, and the sauce is already in his nose.

“Who do we have here, guys? Is that- wait? Is that you, Peter Parker?” Flash asks, giving one more push before letting go at last. Then he pulls on Peter’s shoulder until he falls off his seat. With his eyes still closed, he doesn’t know how many people are watching this happening. But seeing as it’s lunch, he’s sure it’s a lot of them.

“Are you still on about how you’re best friends with Tony Stark, huh? You, what, they’re mascotte, now? Do they get you to clean their suits back there at their building?”

As Flash speaks, his friends start laughing. He hears some hands clap together in high fives, and Peter feels his cheek redden. When he tries to stand up, there’s a sudden foot resting on his chest, keeping him down.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about a nickname to give you, Parker. Everybody gets one from me. But I think penis fits you the best, no?”

There’s more laughter. The pressure on his chest gets even stronger. Peter finally opens his eyes and grabs the foot, but holds himself in on pulling it away. He doesn’t want to raise attention to himself.

“How about that? Penis Parker?” Flash asks. His friends agree in laughter, and Flash is smiling that ugly smile of his. Peter wonders what he ever did to Flash to make him hate him so much, but he figures Flash just picks out his favorite victims and works from there on out.

“Hey, Flash!” Michelle shouts as a distraction, and that’s Peter’s cue. In just a matter of seconds, he’s balled his hand into a fist, and then without a warning he pushes up, punching Flash straight in the groin. The teenager lets out a surprised shout, and then the pressure is gone from his chest and Peter can jump up again as Flash drops down, already putting his hands down in a protective gesture.

Slightly out of breath, Peter looks around to see that an entire crowd has already surrounded them. People who had been laughing are now looking with wide eyes and open mouths. Some of Flash’s friends are already trying to help him back up.

“Jesus, Parker, I guess ‘penis’ does really suit you,” somebody jokes, and then everybody laughs again. While grunting, Flash starts to stand up again. He sounds a bit breathless, leaning against one of his palls as he turns back towards Peter.

There’s more to come. He’s got more to say. Bring it on.

“Should have used those reflexes to save your girlfriend,” Flash says.

Peter doesn’t think anymore. In just a matter of seconds, Flash is on the ground again, hands pressed against his eye where Peter just punched him without really thinking about it. Peter’s fist hurts like hell, meaning that he surely didn’t hold back.

This is not good… In the back, a teacher just shakes his head disapprovingly.

That afternoon, Peter gets another detention, only this time there’s no way to talk himself out of this one.

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