Wolf Spider

That's Smart, Kid

-Peter's P.O.V-

Peter woke up when he fell off of the ceiling of his room. He hissed in pain, and rolled over to glare at the ceiling. He had crawled up there earlier when one of his spidery-urge things had come upon him. He didn't get those often, but he learned that if he ignored the urges, he would do something even worse than sleep on the ceiling. Like bite someone, and that never turned out well.

Running a hand over his face in exasperation, he looked at the clock to see that it was only five in the morning. He'd slept for three hours, which wasn't bad, but he knew he really should be getting more sleep. He wasn't going to get anymore sleep, the nightmare he'd just had only secured that fact.

With a grumble, he made his way down to the gym. The conversation about his abilities stuck with him, and he wanted to see if his organic webbing was any stronger. He stared down at his wrist. If Peter really looked, he could see the small hole that his webbing would come out of. "Excuse me, Mr. Peter," FRIDAY sounded from above him.

Peter stopped hesitantly, doubts immediately swelling in his mind. Had the people housing him changed their minds about letting him walk freely? Was he in trouble? "Yes?" He answered tilting his head up to the ceiling.

"Boss has asked if you would like to come to the lab. He has some questions," FRIDAY announced. She was always quiet when she talked to Peter. Peter hesitated, labs were never place he enjoyed. He liked to build, HYDRA sometimes pushed him into rooms, and ordered him to make his own weapons. "Boss also adds that he just wants to ask you questions about your... web-shooters."

That's all he wants? I guess that would make sense, Peter had made sure only people with super-strength could shoot his web shooters. "How do I get there?" Peter asked.

There was a ding, and the elevator opened. "The labs are on a different floor, I will take you there if that is alright?" FRIDAY suggested.

Peter walked into the elevator hesitantly as an answer. He was never a fan of these, small, cramped, and so easy to be attacked in one of these. He leaned against the railing, and waited until they got to the floor. It didn't take long, until the doors opened to one big spacious area. Peter winced and lowered the light input on his glasses. The room was bright, music coming from overhead speaker systems. The ceiling was tall, so Peter assumed that this was probably a sublevel.

Tony was in front of one of the screens, while eating a pack of blueberries. Peter cleared his throat to get the man's attention. He saw the older man look over, "Oh. there you are Peter. FRIDAY, lower the volume, please. Thanks for coming, think you can answer a few questions?"

'That's why I'm here, isn't it?' Peter thought. He didn't say that out loud, instead just choosing to nod, and walk over when Tony gestured him to. "Um, what did you need?"

Tony led him over to a table with all of Peter's web-shooters on them. A few cartridges of web fluid were lying next to it, one with a small lightning bolt to label it his electric webs. One of them was completely empty, so Peter assumed that Tony had tried to take a closer look at his webs. He briefly wondered where his other things were, but then buried the question. They probably hid them, or locked his knives away. "So these web-shooters, any idea who built them?"

"I did," Peter answered. He wanted to clip on the web shooters. To feel the secured weight on his wrists of one of the first items he could call his own.

Tony's eyes widened slightly, and he made a clicking noise with is tongue, "Huh, what do ya know. Well, that makes everything a bit easier." He sat on the table, "How do you work them? I've tried to shoot them, but it won't work."

Peter cleared his throat, and fidgeted with his fingers to help fight the urge to grab his web-shooters. "I made them so people with normal strength can't shoot them. More of a precaution so others couldn't use them." The 'others' being HYDRA went unsaid, but Peter could tell Tony knew what went unsaid.

Tony hummed, "That's smart, Kid. Want to demonstrate?"

Peter looked at him, unable to keep the look of surprise and excitement off of his face, "What? Really?"

Tony shrugged, "Why not, try not knock anything over though. Please."

Peter nodded, and was quick to clip on his web-shooters. A small smile was on his face, as he put in two of his normal web cartridges in like second nature. He glanced at Tony, making sure that this was still alright. When the man only motioned for Peter to continue, Peter shot his webs to the ceiling. He did a few ariel movements in the air, before going face to face, upside down and still hanging from a web, with Tony. He was using his sticking ability to make sure his glasses stayed on his face.

He didn't notice the smile on his face, but he did notice the swell of excitement coursing through his veins. The pairing of being on the ground for to long, and the need to stretch his legs, making Peter want to giggle.

"Questions?" Peter asked Tony. He stayed upside down, it was comfortable like this.

Tony nodded, a small smile on his face, "What's the webbing made out of. I heard that you produce your own, but this isn't yours. Is it?"

Peter shook his head, "No, this is a solution I made. It's strong, and lasts for about two to three hours, or until I pour the dissolvement on it."

Tony nodded, "What about your webbing?"

Peter bit his lip, and looked at the floor- ceiling, it was the ceiling, in order to avoid making eye contact. "It's... not strong enough," Peter answered, a bit frustrated, "At least, I don't think it is. I was going to go test it out, but you called me. Which is fine, I can always test out my organic webbing on my own time." Which never failed to shock him, because now he could make choices.

Tony was about to say something, but the door opened.

-Tony's P.O.V-

Tony turned to the door, expecting Bruce to come in, but was shocked when Pepper came in instead. He glanced at the teen who was hanging upside down by a web, which Tony was impressed by, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone else but Peter, Pepper, or Rhodey.

The kid was tense, gripping on to his web, with his eyes hard as he stared at Pepper. He glanced back to Tony, silently asking if the woman was an enemy. Tony shook his head, and Peter's face became emotionless, a change from the smile that was on his face moments before. "Hey Pepper," Tony greeted as if there wasn't a teen upside down right next to him. "You're back from the business trip early. How was the flight?"

She arched an eyebrow, eyes switching from Tony to Peter, and then back to Tony, "Hi Tony." She walked over to him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Hi, I'm Pepper, what's your name?" She asked, turning to Peter, and holding her

He flipped back to where he was standing right side up again, and meekly shook her hand, "Peter."

"Nice to meet you, Peter," Pepper smiled.

Pepper looked at both of them, "You know, Tony. The compound is getting a little crowded. And while I was in California I got an email from the people who bought the tower. They aren't really sure what to do with it, the energy source is something none of them can figure out. They're offering to sell it back to you. Same price."

Tony nodded, that did seem like a good idea. With Peter, Pepper, and Rhodey, who was bring along the two guests he had texted him about, along with the team, things were getting crowded. "That sounds good. Can you fix up the paperwork?"

"Of course I can," Pepper answered with a wave of her hand. "Now, when was the last time you slept?"

Tony chuckled, "Um, funny story..."

AN: Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait. Life got in the way, and I was busy stressing over the fact that my first year of high school starts in less than a month. So, if you have any tips, I would greatly appreciate them. 

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