it's definitely not what you think it'll be
~unedited~
"Hey kid, go home. Get some rest." Tony said when he noticed Peter's eyes dropping and his head swaying.
"Huh?" Peter sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Tony chuckled, "I'll get Happy to drive you home."
"Nonono- I can, I can swing home." Peter got up, grabbing his bag.
Tony got up as well, taking Peter by the shoulders and guiding him to the elevator.
"What are ya doin'?" Peter mumbled.
"Driving you home." Tony said as Friday took them down to the garage.
"I can-"
"Maybe you can, but I'm driving you." Tony cut him off.
"But what about Happy?" Peter turned to look at him with questioning eyes, before yawning.
Tony sighed, how in the hell did he get so attached to this kid?
"Happy is probably already on his way home."
Tony said, pushing Peter towards a random car.
"You don't have to drive me, I can swi-"
"I'm driving you, Peter. " Tony emphasized the sentence, leaving no room for argument.
"Mk," Peter mumbled, finally getting that he wasn't going to win this argument.
He opened the passenger side door and got in the car.
Tony drove him to his apartment, pulling up close to it but not right in front of it.
They always did this, so no bystanders would get wind of Tony Stark or Tony Starks bodyguard driving some teen home. The public sure as hell would have fun with that one.
"Want me to pull all the way up so you don't have to walk?" Tony turned to face Peter, ready to drive up.
"Uh, no. I can walk, it's not that far." Peter argued, his apartment was right there, he didn't have to walk far.
"You sure? 'Cause I can drive you if you want."
"Mr. Stark, I can see the building just fine from here. Thank you, though."
Peter smiled, trying to assure Tony he could walk two minutes to his building.
"Alright," Tony have Peter's shoulder a pat as he left the car, "See you Wednesday, kiddo."
"Bye! See you Wednesday, Mr. Stark." Peter closed the car door and waved Tony to drive on instead of watching him walk up to the apartment.
The car stayed and Peter waved more aggressively, he could practically hear Tony chuckling as he drove away.
Content with the distance of him and the car, Peter turned down an ally to go out as Spider-Man instead. His tiredness long forgotten, but still lingering.
His senses were going off, telling him to move away from the ally, anywhere but the ally.
Peter got excited, a mugging or something must be happening in the ally.
"Move, and you die. Talk, and you die. Do anything, and you die." A gravelly voice said from behind him, the cool steel of a knife against his throat.
Peter didn't move, he stilled against the mans hold. His web shooters were in his bag which was dropped by his feet. He couldn't shoot a web to get him out if this.
Thanks for warning me as soon as you could senses, love you too. Peter thought, doing and internal eye roll.
"I want to kill you, so I will do just that."
Peter was scared, he didn't want to die. He didn't have full control over his powers yet either, he didn't know how to get out of this.
"Uh, before you kill me, can I have a final request?" His voice was small, he knew it, but he refused to waver.
"Excuse me?"
Peter leaned his head back as far as he could, which wasn't far, away from the knife. He was fully against the man now, if he played his cards right he could knock him down and get away.
"Yeah, like in those movies. Can I ask one more thing before you shove that knife in me?"
It was silent for the moment, he took it as a win that the man was considering his request.
"Speak."
Peter didn't plan to get this far, he had to think fast.
"Have a conversation with me." Peter blurted the first thing that he thought could possibly buy him some time.
The man hesitated, his stance wavered, but only for a split second. Peter didn't get to make his move. There goes his option of knocking him over and running away.
"What?" The man questioned.
"I request for you to have a conversation with me." Peter decided, yeah that sounds good. A conversation could buy him some time, a pretty good amount of time if he said the right things.
He was pushed against a wall and a dumpster, the man standing in front of him had the knife pointed at one of his vital organs. He could stab and finish him off any time he wanted. Peter would have to be smart about the conversation he had with this man.
"I have decided to grant your request, but know you will die at the end of this conversation."
It was dark, Peter couldn't get a good look at his face. Not like he would anyway, the man had a mask covering his nose and mouth, his eyes shielded by a hat.
Peter sat down, legs crossed. The man sat down opposite of him, knife still pointed at his target.
"Uh, cool, cool." Peter smiled awkwardly.
He was so going to die.
"Dying is cool?" Creeping Creeper Dude asked.
"Oh uh, no! No, um, dying sucks." Peter stumbled, nodding along with his words.
"This is a waste of my time," Creeping Creeper Dude stood up and pointed his knife.
