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March 2, 2017
Something Tony Stark was decidedly not expecting was for Peter Parker to accidentally start a rumor that he was dating himself on the internet (one of the stupidest and simultaneously most brilliant things Tony had ever seen before). Another thing Tony Stark was decidedly not expecting after that happened was a text from an unknown number.
(How in the world they’d gotten his phone number, Tony might never know. Sometimes he forgot that Peter went to a nerd school, and that everyone there was just as — or slightly less — smart as Peter. He decided not to question it.)
Tony would have ignored the text if F.R.I.D.A.Y. hadn’t gotten his attention about it. Usually, he received a ton of texts from unknown numbers. Why his AI had autonomously decided to speak up about something so trivial so suddenly was beyond him.
Text from: unknown
unknown: Hey Stark, I know Peter doesn’t like the rumor going around, but I actually have an idea. If we keep the rumor going and eventually confirm that Peter is actually dating Spider-Man, no one will think that Peter is Spider-Man.
unknown: Plus, I get the opportunity to screw around with people.
unknown: What do you say?
“Hey, F.R.I., can you find whoever this is?” Tony asked, just a bit worried that someone he didn’t know knew Peter’s secret superhero identity.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. found who it was in under a minute. Tony sighed with relief and bit back a smile as he texted the number back.
T. Stark: Sounds like a plan, kid.
---
“It’s really not that funny, Aunt May,” Peter whined over the phone, listening to his aunt cackle over the line.
“You managed to convince people that you’re dating Spider-Man, Pete, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen…” She went on laughing and repeating the same thing for several minutes. Peter tapped his fingers on the table. He wanted to go out on patrol.
May finally stopped laughing. “So, what does Tony think?”
Peter groaned.
“What? Did he also laugh? ‘Cuz I’m telling you, this is really funny.”
“Yes, May, alright, he did laugh, okay, but he also thinks I should, to quote him, ‘fan the flames’.”
His aunt paused, and Peter could almost see the raised eyebrow. “You mean… make it worse?”
“Yeah.” Finally . Aunt May would think it was a terrible idea too and then she’d help him out and this whole mess could be over —
His thought was cut off by May who was, once again, laughing.
“Aunt May —”
“You know, for a self-proclaimed genius, Tony Stark sometimes is an absolute dumbo—”
“Aunt May! He suggested it as a means to protect my secret identity.”
She stopped laughing almost at once. “What do you mean?”
“Like, people won’t think I’m Spider-Man if I’m dating Spider-Man type thing.”
Aunt May pondered the idea. “You know, it’s not a horrible plan. People would probably calm down about the whole ‘you being Mr. Stark’s illegitimate child’ thing, too. And on top of that, you could let it go on for a while, then break up with yourself, end it all, and people will leave it alone. Especially if you mention that the break up was due to all the media attention.”
Peter could hear the change in her tone. She was seriously considering this now. This phone call was supposed to bring her to his side, not to Mr. Stark’s. Not that he doubted Mr. Stark, but this plan seemed the complete opposite of thwarting the media. It was essentially involving them in his private life.
Peter didn’t like it.
“You know what, it might actually grow on me.” She chuckled over the line, and Peter rolled his eyes. He was doomed. “My nephew is dating a superhero. What a catch , Peter. Should I give you the talk?”
“ Please don’t, Aunt May. I’m good. All good. Don’t have to hear a word about any of that. Nope. We’re good here.”
“Are you sure? I can show you how to put a condom on a banana—”
“ Oh, Jesus. Okay, I’ll talk to you later, love you, bye!” Peter hung up before he had to hear any more cursed words come out of his aunt’s mouth. He threw his phone down on the lab table and put his head in his hands, groaning. This situation was just fantastic.
Not three seconds passed before his phone buzzed again. He was half-expecting it to be Aunt May, calling to reprimand him about hanging up on her. But it wasn’t her.
“What’s up, man?” Peter sighed as he answered the FaceTime.
“Whoa, there, dude, no need to sound so sad at me all of the sudden. What’s going on?” Ned asked as he shoved his face full of potato chips.
“Yeah, loser, why the dejected look?” MJ raised an eyebrow at the camera.
“Nothing. Ugh.”
Ned frowned and squinted. “It doesn’t sound like nothing.”.
“Where’s the super effervescent and happy-go-lucky Peter that annoys the shit out of me? I’d say I like this new and improved Peter, but truth is, I don’t. I’d rather the old Peter.” MJ had dropped her book out of sight of the camera and was focusing entirely on the screen before her.
It was the sincerity of the comment that got to Peter, and before he could even understand what was happening, his eyes had filled with tears. He blinked them back, out of sight of his friends.
“Just the whole thing. The whole thing. I hate it. I hate being followed everywhere and the constant stress of is anyone gonna find out and having to stay in the tower — which, like, it’s great and all, and I love Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts and everything but — I want to go home, you know?”
“Peter,” Ned said gently, and Peter had never felt more gratitude for his best friend than he did in that moment. “It’s okay, dude. I know everyone said it’d blow over in a week and it’s been like, several weeks, but I mean, it’s just, it’s —”
MJ interrupted him. “What I think Ned’s trying to say is, it will be okay eventually, you’re not going to have to live the rest of your life like this, locked up in some dumb billionaire’s tower even if you do love him—”
“If I what , sorry?”
“Not only did you just say that, but we all know it. You’d probably die for Stark if you had the choice.”
“I probably would, too, but, y’know, I mean, you know him really well. You hang out with him on a regular basis, man,” Ned affirmed.
"I don’t know him that well, I mean, like, he’s my mentor and all, and we work together and he’s helping me out of this mess, but I don’t know him that well. I probably don’t mean that much to him anyway, I mean, he’s Tony Stark .”
MJ squinted at him, pursing her lips. “Are you sure , Peter? Do you even know— you know what, I had a point to make. I’ll fix that later. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted —” (ah, there was the MJ he knew) “—this isn’t the end of your life, Peter. Just think of it as a change. It’s definitely a big change in your life, but that in no way means that it’s the end of it. And there will be other big changes, who knows when or what they’ll be, but you’ll make it through them, I know it.”
Peter felt as though a weight had been lifted off his chest, a weight he hadn’t known was there, as MJ’s words settled comfortably in his head. “Thanks, MJ. You’re kind of really good at that.”
“I’m in awe, dude,” Ned said. “Teach me your ways in pep-talking, please.”
“There’s a lot to learn, young padawan.” She flashed a smile. “Now go on patrol, Peter, I can see your fingers twitching in the corner of my screen.”
“Shut up.”
“Oooh, guy in the chair time?”
“As if I’d survive without my guy in the chair, Ned. Actually, I don’t really want to hang up on you—”
“Don’t go getting sentimental on us, Peter-Man.” MJ had her book back in her hands, but despite that, her eyes were watching the screen with Ned’s and Peter’s faces on it.
“Okay, fine, die then.”
“No, no, wait!” Ned exclaimed. “There might be a way to connect your phone to your suit, I mean, I know you can get calls and everything, but what if you wired the camera circuit to Karen’s… what’d you call it? The baby monitor thing?”
“ Ned,” Peter hissed in protest.
“Yes, okay, that thing, so we can watch you Spider-Manning in real time? Through FaceTime? That would be so cool, dude!”
“I was just gonna keep you on the phone while I went on patrol, but that’s actually an interesting idea. Hold up.” Peter backflipped across the room in one jump, put on his suit, and leapt back onto his bed, picking up his phone. He connected the USB cord from his phone to his suit’s port, and put the mask on.
Karen automatically spoke up. “Hello, Peter. I should notify you that there is currently a phone connected to the suit.”
“Yeah, I know, Karen, it’s my phone. Hey, do you think you could connect the FaceTime to your realtime recording?”
“It would require me to bypass several safety protocols. Would you still like me to attempt?”
“What protocols?”
“The Baby Monitor Protocol, Primary Defense Protocol, Secondary Defense Protocol, Crib Protocol —”
“The what? Yeah, of course it is. Yeah, just bypass them all. My phone is encrypted and secure, right?”
“I detect several points of weakness in security on the device connected to the suit.”
“What? How many?”
“Approximately 3,229. Would you like me to fix them?”
“You can do that?”
“Boss programmed me as an AI with the ability to change code where and when I am given permission to. I can work with coding when I am connected to a device. I can fix at least 3,200 of the security weaknesses. I can also recommend you acquire a better device. Apple devices often have around 11,000 security weaknesses, but Stark devices have under 70.”
“Uh, um, no, I don’t need a new phone. So if you fix the errors, what would happen?”
“I can make sure all of your data is encrypted and inaccessible, and strengthen the blocks against hackers. Essentially, I can ensure your phone and its contents are protected from virtually anyone who attempts to access it.”
“Wait, has anyone hacked my phone recently?”
“Your device successfully blocked 300,000 harmful connections in the last week. I cannot find evidence of any successful hacks.”
“You mean if someone hacked my phone, I have no way of knowing what they took?”
“Yes. Should I fix the coding now? I need your express permission.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, go for it. How long should this take? And can you also connect my FaceTime to your camera?”
“Yes, I can connect the interface. My calculations estimate it should take approximately three minutes, 24 seconds.”
“Damn. Really? Okay, go for it.” He raised the phone to his face and unmuted Ned and MJ. “So, apparently, over 300,000 people have tried to hack my phone this week.”
Ned’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Holy shit, dude.”
“Yeah. Karen’s gonna fix the holes in my phone’s security, though, apparently she can change the coding and get into the security system. How cool is that?!”
“ Awesome , Peter! Oh my god, I want my own AI. Can I meet Karen? Please?”
“So you’re sure Karen’s on your side and not been hacked by someone who’s trying to get into your phone and uncover your whole life?” MJ asked, her voice dripping in suspicion and sarcasm.
“I trust her, MJ. I mean, she was made wholly by Mr. Stark.”
“And you wholly trust Stark.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
MJ raised an eyebrow, smiling. “Because he started this whole social media explosion?”
Peter paused. “That was a judgement error. I don’t blame him.”
She laughed. “Of course you don’t. You’re Peter.”
Karen spoke up in his ear. “I managed to successfully fix 3,223 of the errors. I have also successfully connected the interfaces. Would you like me to open the connection?”
“Yes!”
“Whoa! Is this what you’re seeing, Peter?” Ned’s voice spoke in his ear.
“Yeah!” He turned to his mirror and waved at himself. “Can you see me?”
“Clear as day,” MJ drawled.
“The only thing that sucks is that I can’t see you guys. But that’s okay. Maybe I can work on updating the screen for that.”
“Okay, but patrol?”
“Yep. Patrol.” Peter glanced down at the phone in his hand. “Karen, can I unplug my phone and still talk to Ned and MJ?”
“Yes. You can disconnect your device.”
“Okay. You guys ready to see Spider-Man in first person?”
“Am I ready? Oh, hell yeah, man. Let’s GO!”
“If you insist. But if you make me dizzy, I’m hanging up.”
Peter opened the window in his room and leapt into the skies.
---
“You know, Peter, I’m wondering how it is you’re still fucking alive after all of that shit. Jesus Christ.” MJ, for once, sounded genuinely worried.
Ned, on the other hand, was pretty much bouncing off of the walls. Peter had had to have Karen turn his audio down because Ned had been whooping so loud. “Because he’s Spider-Man ! This is so freaking cool, dude, oh my god, and the way you just — thwip thwip, and swing off the building, with the perfect trajectory? — I’m. Oh, oh my god.”
“On that topic, actually, how do you calculate where you need to jump and swing so quickly?” MJ asked. “I’m curious.”
“I don’t know, spidey sense, you know? I just do what feels right. It was really weird and took some getting used to at first, but now it’s just natural. Easy. Like tying your shoes.”
“Only you, Peter, would call complex mathematical calculations and trajectories ‘easy’.”
“That is so cool . Wait, where are you right now?”
“I’m sitting on top of the Triborough Bridge.”
“So that’s why you’re not moving.”
“No, I was obviously caught in an alien beam and am floating midair,” he quipped sarcastically. “Nah, I just like watching the sunset from up here. It’s really nice.”
MJ spoke up. “Isn’t it cold, though? It’s early March and you’re really high up.”
“The suit has a heater.”
“Did Stark think of everything ? Jesus.”
“Pretty much, I guess.”
“And you thought he didn’t care about you. Peter Benjamin Parker, you are an absolute clown .” She laughed at him.
Peter didn’t really have anything to say to that, so he just looked around, to the Bronx, to the cars passing below, and out to Manhattan.
“Stop doing that, I’m going to get nauseous.”
“MJ, if you didn’t get nauseous from the actual swinging, this won’t make you nauseous.”
“Shut up. Also, I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m going to do something whether we talk or not. So, how are we going to fuel this Spidey-Parker rumor?”
Peter groaned. “You had to bring it up. I was having such a good time.”
“What do you mean, MJ? Fuel it?”
“I’m serious. Didn’t Stark tell you you had to make the rumor big too?”
“What?” Ned asked confusedly. “Why would Mr. Stark ever want to make that rumor bigger? I mean, it’s funny, but he cares too much about Peter to keep shoving him in the spotlight.”
“Think about it, Ned. If people think Peter is dating Spider-Man, then they won’t think Peter is Spider-Man. It’s the perfect cover-up.”
Peter sighed heavily through his nose. “Yeah, Mr. Stark said that. But why would you know about it?”
“I have my ways.”
Peter rolled his eyes. Of course she did.
“Either way, I have a plan. And I promise I won’t utterly decimate you. But I have the perfect way to fuel this rumor.”
“Please tell me it doesn’t involve taking over my Twitter.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Okay. And you’re not going to lead me to certain death through this super secret plan?”
“No.”
“MJ, can I know the super secret plan?”
“And tell Peter? Ned, you’re terrible at keeping secrets. No.”
“Ouch. Peter, back me up here, dude.”
“I don’t want to side with her, man, but… she’s not wrong.”
“Double ouch. Okay, fine. I’ll find myself better friends.”
“You’ll see the plan when everyone else does, Ned. I can probably have it in action by Sunday.”
“Oh, God. Please don’t make me regret this.”
“Well, I’m not exactly asking for your permission, loser. I’m doing it whether or not you like it. And Stark agrees with me, so you can blame him too.”
“Can I ask again why the — excuse my French — fuck does Mr. Stark know about your secret plan? Did you break into Stark Tower? MJ?”
“Sorry, I have to go. I’ll talk to you guys later. Peter, please don’t die on patrol. Ned, don’t let Peter die on patrol.”
“No, wait, MJ—”
MJ has disconnected from the call.
There was a brief silence before Ned spoke up. “Dude, you are so fucked.”
“Tell me about it.” Peter stood up and backflipped off the bridge, the feeling of the air rushing past him comforting him. “I’m just gonna head back to Stark Tower, man. You can also hang up. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of homework, and you can’t do that while you’re on active guy in the chair duty.”
“Don’t you? We’re like, in the same classes.”
“I did it all this morning. Not going to school gives me too much free time.”
"Ouch. Okay, Peter, I’ll see you tomorrow. We still on for studying at the tower tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, man.”
“Be safe. Bye.”
The sudden silence once both of his friends were gone filled his ears. “Karen, can you tune me into police radios for Manhattan?”
Peter had been hoping to be able to take out his anger in some sort of fight, but nothing came up on the radios while he swung his way back to Stark Tower. Unfortunately, he accidentally swung by two police cars on the route, both of whom turned on their sirens and followed him, yelling at him to surrender through their megaphones.
He took a strange route, trying to lose them, and looked behind him to check if they were still following as he rounded the fifth street corner. Fortunately, he’d lost them.
(Why did people have to see Spider-Man as a vigilante? He was just trying to help.)
Unfortunately, the second of looking behind him as he swung around the corner cost him. Bad. He hadn’t noted the orange construction cones and signs, too high up to see them.
Peter swung, at full velocity, straight into a concrete wall that, last he remembered from swinging around this area of Manhattan, had not been there.
He heard every splinter and crack. The concrete wall cracked, but didn’t fall. Peter, unfortunately, did. He fell for what felt like forever — god, his head was pounding — before landing on some sort of hard surface. It wasn’t the ground — the noise of the street was still far below him.
Peter forced his eyes open. His eyelashes felt heavy and sticky. Vaguely, he registered Karen’s voice, saying something about Mr. Stark—
“No, don’t call him,” he croaked, but it was too late. Then, something big filled his vision, blocking out the light of the sky. The concrete wall.
Not even his spidey sense gave him enough time to move. The wall fell straight on him, and his ribcage screamed .
Now completely swallowed by darkness, Peter felt himself start to panic. His fingertips buzzed. His body was shaking as much as it could under a whole wall of concrete. No. Not again. Not again not again not again somebody help me I’m trapped under here please HELP HELP
The memory of the building’s weight on his back fully settled into Peter’s mind. He was trapped, under all the concrete and wires and brick, the dust filling his nose and eyes, unable to help himself, unable to get up —
He’d never get out from under here. He’d be down here for the rest of his life. He’d die here.
Somebody help me! I’m trapped here, please! PLEASE HELP I’M STUCK HELP ME HELP HELP
And suddenly, the weight was being lifted. Before Peter could register it, two metal arms were whirring by his ears, lifting him into the air. How he could be in the air, Peter didn’t know. He was still trapped under that building on Homecoming night.
“Kid? Kid! Peter, oh my god, Peter, can you hear me? Talk to me, kid, please.”
Peter’s mind swirled to a stop. That was Mr. Stark’s voice. He was safe. He was on his way back to Stark Tower. The air rushing past him wasn’t dust. He was fine.
Mr. Stark was worried. He had to tell him he was okay.
“Nah, Mr. Stark, it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ve had way worse than a wall dropped on me.” Peter tried to lift a hand to the cut on his head where the stickiness was, but someone’s hand pulled it back. He didn’t resist.
Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows, a look of worry seeping through to his face. “You what, kid? Worse than a several thousand pound concrete wall? Karen said you were stuck there for almost ten minutes.”
Peter didn’t notice the edge to his tone. His head was spinning and the light was too bright. “Yeah. ‘Member? The building the guy… what was his name, the Vulture… yeah. He dropped the building on me. ‘N—n I had to lift it all up. Rem’ber, Mr. Stark?”
---
Tony did not remember. Peter had had a whole building dropped on him? He was sure he would have been alerted if something like that had happened. It could have killed Peter, Karen would have told—
Tony stopped. The Vulture. That had been the night Peter had pretty much single-handedly saved Tony’s ass and handed it back to him. The night he’d taken down a huge underground crime and weapon trafficking system in New York City. The night of Homecoming.
His stomach dropped like a rock.
Of course Karen hadn’t alerted him. Of course not. Tony had taken away Peter’s suit. He’d taken away Peter’s only protection, and his kid had been crushed under a building as a result.
“Peter, why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked, guilt eating away at his heart.
“‘S fine, Mr. Stark.”
“It’s not, kid. If something had happened to you — you could have died, Pete.” He said it softly.
“But I di’n’t. I lifted it myself.” Peter’s eyes seemed to clear of haze for just a moment. “You said if I was nothing without my suit, I shouldn’t have it. But I lifted it all by myself.”
Tony opened his mouth, but no words came out. I did say that, didn’t I? He had. He’d said that.
Peter could have died.
As Tony landed back at Stark Tower and made his way to the medbay, Peter cradled in his arms, half unconscious, and then as Helen and the rest of the medical staff rolled Peter away and set him up with monitors and medicine, and as Tony stood in the corner of the room and stared at nothing, a mantra repeated over and over in his head, almost like a promise.
You’re no better than Howard was .
---
Peter woke up in a hospital bed. He’d barely started stirring when he heard a soft “shhh” and someone’s footsteps getting closer to him. He recognized the person’s heartbeat almost immediately.
He opened his eyes blearily to find Mr. Stark nearing, resting his calloused hand gently on Peter’s. “Mr. Stark?” Peter tried to ask — it came out as half a croak, and Peter coughed at how dry his throat suddenly felt.
“Shhh, kid. You’re okay. But you probably need some water.” He handed Peter a full glass. Peter was too tired and out of it to think twice about how gentle the movement was as he sipped on the water. “Do you remember anything that happened?”
“A wall. Oh, ouch.” Peter winced and gently cradled his ribs, atop which he could feel several layers of gauze.
“Yeah, bud. You tried to swing off of it and it wasn’t stable — ended up falling on you. Thank god Karen let me know. You had a few hairline fractures on your ribs besides two broken ribs, a broken left arm and some broken fingers and toes, sprained ankle and internal trauma to your spleen and abdomen. And that’s all Dr. Cho would tell me.” Mr. Stark’s thick brows had knitted together, worry carving deep creases in his forehead and around his sunken eyes. He held his folded hands up to his mouth, almost as if in a silent plea.
(Peter had never seen Mr. Stark look so worried for him. In a way, it reassured him. But he didn’t want Mr. Stark to think he wasn’t up for Spider-Man. Or anything else.)
“I’m fine, Mr. Stark. Honestly. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Peter offered him a tired smile. This is nothing compared to that building.
“About that. Did a building really fall on you?” Peter’s eyes snapped up and he stared in confusion. He’d never told Mr. Stark about the night of Homecoming. Looking back on it, he’d been too scared to tell him because he didn’t want the suit to be taken away, especially right after he’d gotten it back.
Now, seeing the anxious and worried look on Mr. Stark’s face, Peter still didn’t want to tell him. How had he found out? There was no footage of that night because he’d had his ratty old suit.
Mr. Stark spoke again before Peter had finished processing his statement. “Given that look on your face, it did. Peter. Why didn’t you tell me about the building? You could have died, kid.”
Peter dropped his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat up as they went red with shame. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark.”
“Wait, hold up, why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be sorry for, Pete. If anyone has anything to be sorry for, it’s me. I took the one protection you had away, thinking you wouldn’t go out and try and save the world, but of course you did, because you have the damn strongest moral compass I’ve ever seen in anyone —” He paused, and winced. Peter wondered what had just crossed his mind.
(Tony could still feel that shield being shoved into his chest.)
“Either way, it’s my fault, and I’m so sorry for that.”
“Mr. Stark, like you said, I was the one who chose to go after the Vulture.” Peter’s throat hurt as he spoke, but he refused to let it rest. “It’s not your fault.”
“I was too harsh on you, Pete. I’m sorry.” Peter tried to sit up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Broken ribs and other bones, remember? Lay back down. You have to rest.”
Peter groaned. “Does May know?"
"Yeah. She knows you were injured on patrol and are being patched up in the hospital at Stark Tower. She said she'd be over tomorrow morning, she has a night shift."
"How long until I can go out again?”
“Out as Peter Parker? Indeterminate. Depends on what your scary friend comes up with. As Spider-Man? Give it a few days, Underoos.”
Peter started. “Wait, MJ? Has she been talking to you?”
“Sure has. Never met anyone so ballsy. She scares me. Please don’t ever introduce her to Pepper. I think we’d both die. Speaking of which, but not really, just crossed my mind rather. Anything… going on there? With you two?”
Peter blushed, but tried to hide it under snark. “I would never cheat on Spider-Man, Mr. Stark.”
Mr. Stark huffed out a laugh, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, and for some reason it was then that Peter realized he was having this conversation with Iron Man . He pushed the thought back.
“No, there’s nothing with MJ. She’s a great friend.”
“Anyone else you wanna tell me about? Ned?”
Peter sputtered. “Mr. Sta— no, Ned’s my best friend! I— We—”
Mr. Stark laughed and held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, no need to go all ‘no homo’ on me. Jeez.”
Peter blushed again, feeling his stomach twist into a knot as the words bubbled up and out without permission. “Actually, I’m not… straight.”
Mr. Stark’s expression didn’t change. He looked calm and composed. “That’s okay, Peter. Whether or not you want to put a label on it.”
Peter laughed nervously, hating how his voice seemed to have jumped up an octave. “So you wouldn’t hate me if I told you I was bi? And I mean... on top of that. I'm trans?”
Mr. Stark leaned forward again, resting his hands on the hospital bed, with no indication of surprise in his expression. “Why in the world would I hate you, Pete? That’s just who you are. You love who you love. And you are who you are. And on top of that, I’m pretty sure you’re the greatest kid in the whole fu-freaking world. Nothing could make me hate you, I promise.”
Peter looked away, smiling. “Really?”
“Really. Why would I lie?”
“Thanks, Mr. Stark.”
Mr. Stark gently patted his arm. “Of course, kid.”
---
March 3, 2017
The next day, Dr. Cho released Peter from medbay. His bones had mostly healed themselves, but he walked around with a sling and ankle wrap either way. Mr. Stark had strictly forbidden him from going out as Spider-Man or doing any strenuous exercise, so after working a bit in the lab and doing his homework, Peter really had nothing to do but scroll through his phone.
Which turned out to be a fucking disaster.
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@SpiderManOfficial @spidermanismyfavoritehero SPIDEY JUST GOT VERIFIED OMFGGG
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Hey! Thanks @Twitter for the verification!
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To everyone who’s saying I’m gay, I’m actually bi! And @peterwithab <3 <3 <3 #biderman #peterparkerishot
Peter found Harley Keener’s account.
DM to: @tonystarkbrokeintomygarage
@peterwithab: hey Harley
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March 5, 2017
Text from: MJ
MJ: The plan is in action. #SpideyParker :)
peter-man: im scared but i trust you u better not have fucked this up
MJ: [Buzzfeed link]
Because of fucking course it was Buzzfeed.
Peter Parker’s Friend Has a Lot To Say About Him and His Relationship With Spider-Man
Recently, Buzzfeed received an email from Michelle Jones, who has recently become known as one of Peter Parker’s best friends. After the internet blew up last week when Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man and the owner of Stark Industries, followed a teenager known as Peter Parker on Twitter and Instagram, several theories came to rise questioning the connection between the superhero billionaire and the high school teenager. One theory was that Peter Parker was secretly Stark’s son. This theory, unfortunately, was knocked down last Friday at a Stark Industries press conference (but we still have hope that Peter Parker is really Peter Stark, because how cute would that be?), where Peter Parker was confirmed to be an intern at the company. Now, he might be just a high schooler, but we recently found out that this teen occupies a high position at SI: he works with Mr. Stark to fabricate Spider-Man’s tech!
Since then, the Queens hero himself has spoken out on his newly created Twitter about his ‘good friend’ Peter Parker, and the theory that the two are dating has come out, inspiring the now trending hashtag #spideyparker. The only thing we’ve received from either Peter or Spidey was on their Twitters, where Spider-Man confirmed he was Bi and started the hashtag #biderman: [;)tweet.jpg]
Until now, that was our only proof. Enter Peter Parker’s best friend, Michelle Jones.
Michelle, apparently out of her own volition, sent us a letter (yes, receipts included) exposing her friend’s relationship with Spider-Man himself! Let’s hope she doesn’t get into too much trouble with Peter for this…
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It all started a few months ago, when Peter was first hired as an intern at Stark Industries. I was a little apprehensive, because high schoolers don’t just suddenly start working at SI…