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“Hello everyone, um, my name is Spider-Man. And uh, this is my channel! More confidence Peter, you can do this."
“What’s up guys, this is The Web, my YouTube channel. No, that isn’t right.”
“Hey internet, Spider-Man here-”
“What are you doing in there?” Aunt May yelled from outside Peter's room.
“Nothing!”
“Okay, so um, hi! You may know me as Spider-Man, the sort of Avenger, um, maybe? I don’t know. I think I’m an Avenger? Mr. Stark is kind of vague about that, so, uh, yeah. Anyway, I don’t know exactly why I’m recording this right now, but I thought it would be fun, you know? Like, the Daily Life Of Spider-Man sort thing? Yeah, you don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, but if you’re interested in this sort of stuff, keep watching? Wow, I’m really bad at this, sorry everyone. So I had no idea what I would do to start this channel, so, I’m just going to show you what my patrol usually looks like? Is that okay? Oh, I’m stupid, you can’t answer that, I’m talking to a camera, duh. Well, um, let’s just go then.”
Peter grabbed his phone, which was propped up on a stack of various textbooks, knocking over a physics one in the process of opening his window. He carefully maneuvered the device, which he put on an old selfie stick (Christmas present from May, circa 2015), so it wouldn’t show where he lived exactly. He wasn't that stupid.
“Yeah, so, I just swing around the Queens area,” Peter shot another web out and propelled himself upwards onto a tall building, “And um, look for a crime, I guess? Just being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man ya' know?” He looked around at the view of downtown Queens, relishing in the familiar feeling of the city. New York definitely wasn't perfect, him having a job fighting crime proves that, but it felt like home.
"This is where I'll end it, for now, okay vlog? Even if someone is making a bad choice, they still have a right to privacy." Peter hit the bright red button, stopping the recording, and took the device off of the selfie stick. He chucked the stick into his backpack and turned off his phone, which followed the selfie stick into the bag. Satisfied, Peter threw the backpack to the corner of the roof which he webbed up for safe-keeping. He'd lost one too many backpacks to not take extra precautions.
“Hey, Karen?” He asked his A.I. as the display screen on his Spider-Suit lit up.
“Yes, Peter?”
“Can you turn on the recording device on my suit?” Peter knew he couldn't shove a camera in random peoples' faces, but a little swinging montage to end the video wouldn't hurt anyone. Everyone loves a good montage.
“I always record everything you do, Peter,” Karen replied, the suit display lighting up again, with a small REC suddenly becoming quite obvious in the corner of Peter's eye.
“Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that.” The sky was clear, only a few cumulous clouds wandering the blue expanse. The sun was on the way to set, its beams seemingly making every building's windows begin glowing. It was blindingly beautiful, literally. Peter grinned to himself as he jumped off the roof and started swinging towards the downtown area. If being a superhero (vigilante?) had one perk, it would be this. No one but him would ever be able to experience this moment again... that is until he edited the footage and posted it for the whole world to see. Then maybe the view wouldn't be so exclusive.
•••
After the patrol, Peter slipped into his room and flopped down onto his bed. While he never bothered going to the gym before, he sure wasn't going to start now. The spider bite had built his muscles seemingly overnight, which looked a little odd at the time, and using his arms to swing from skyscraper to skyscraper did more for his upper body than pull-ups ever would. Peter embarrassingly would never admit it to anyone, but he was not...displeased with the way he currently looked.
“Hey Karen, can you download all of the footage from the past two hours onto my computer?” He asked, reluctantly getting up, opting instead to sit down on his Spinny Chair, as he liked to call it. The chair squeaked a little at his weight as Peter rolled over to his dark brown desk, abandoned projects and textbooks cluttering the space.
“Right away, Peter.” Karen immediately got to work, uploading the footage to Peter’s laptop, a gift from Mr. Stark. It had a sleek design with the Stark emblem shining on the back, its silver logo contrasting against the jet black hardware. Peter was definitely a nerd, but even a cheerleader at his school would complement the impressive piece of technology; at least he liked to think they would. Peter never talked to the cheerleaders.
“Thanks, Karen,” Peter responded to the robot's confirmation, scrolling through the hours of video he had at his fingertips. Some of it was boring stuff, but the general outcome wasn't half bad. It's just that there was so much.
“Editing this will take forever,” he complained, leaning back in Spinny Chair, which creaked unappreciatively.
“Would you like me to sort through the footage for you Peter?” Karen offered, a grey buffer appearing on his laptop's screen.
“You can do that?!”
“Of course Peter, what would you like me to sort?” She asked, taking over his computer. Peter supposed it made sense Stark Tech would all be compatible with another.
“Um, find some footage of the Queens view, and oh -- include a good swinging from building to building montage. You can’t have a Spider-Man video without that.” Peter requested leaning forward in his chair to watch Karen work. After a few short moments, a loading bar appeared at the bottom of the screen, the finished video uploading to Peter's files.
“All done.”
“Wow, you're really fast Karen -- you made the video too? Thanks!” Peter exclaimed, clicking on the newly made product of only a couple of minutes. The world would run smoother if everyone had a Karen in their life. He told her as much.
Hypothetically, if A.I. could smile, she would be doing that. “Thank you, and you’re welcome, Peter.”
Peter took off the rest of his suit and opened a new tab on Google. He pulled up the YouTube website and quickly created a new profile. It had zero subscribers and zero videos, but that was soon to change. He added a new profile picture, a cool shot of him swinging, which he almost died getting. Peter would not recommend shooting webs and shooting a photo at the same time. There were more than a couple of close calls.
After uploading the video, Peter leaned back in his chair, feeling accomplished.
“Finally finished,” he grinned, spinning around in the chair as a commemoration of his victory.
“Peter, we are getting Thai food tonight!” Peter heard Aunt May called from the kitchen. She may be the best aunt in the entire world, but her cooking left something to be desired. A little known fact about getting spider-powers is that all senses are enhanced, including smell. Take that information and apply it to smelling May's burnt lasagna which had goat cheese ("It's the healthier alternative Peter! Cows aren't trendy anymore."), Peter literally thought he was going to suffocate.
Peter shuddered as he stopped spinning, slightly dizzy. He shut down his laptop and bounded out of the room, mentally preparing himself to have to witness the waiter flirt with his aunt again.
•••
The Thai food was good, and just as he suspected, Peter had to deal with Flirty Waiter. He was a nice enough guy, Peter supposed.
When he got back home again, Peter was mentally and physically exhausted. He also desperately needed some sleep, but that wasn’t happening tonight. He had a physics test tomorrow and if he wanted to get an A, he had to study. Contrary to a lot of his classmates' popular belief, Peter did actually need to try in school. His absences weren't doing much to help his case, though. May had gotten more calls from the administration than Peter cared to count.
He was just about to change into his plaid pajama pants when he felt a buzz coming from his jean pocket. He fished out his cellphone and clicked on the notification, grinning.
Ned:
What are you doing rn?
You:
About to start studying. If I don’t get an A, Ms. W won’t let me get away with all my unexcused absences
Ned:
Dude you don’t even need to study to get an A
You:
I need to be prepared man :(
Ned:
When was the last time u got a good night's sleep
You:
Don’t worry about me Ned
Just go to sleep it’s late
Ned:
OK
Night
You:
See you tmw
Peter powered off his phone and got to work. After reading through the material twice and reviewing his notes from class, Peter felt good enough about it to go to sleep. He checked the time. It read 2:24 AM. Oh well. He climbed into bed, the familiar squeak of the springs comforting in an odd way. He pulled the comforter over, letting the warmth of his Stark 50th Anniversary gift blanket engulf him.
Needless to say, Peter didn’t have time to even think about the YouTube channel until the next day at school.
That morning was rushed. Peter slept through his alarm, like he always does on Mondays, tripped into the shower, and could only eat a piece of toast before being shoved out the door by Aunt May yelling, “If you didn’t go to sleep so late you wouldn’t be this tired!”
Peter never listened to her advice, though it would probably be in his best interest. But what kind of teenager actually goes to sleep early? It was against his Circadian Rhythm or something like that. The idea was pretty foreign to even normal people, let alone crime-fighting sophomores, who still have decathlon and now his internship at Stark Industries. After helping Tony with some Iron-Man suit improvements, it was Pepper who said it could be beneficial for Peter to have a real internship. Aunt May was okay with it, even though she still was a little bit wary on the whole spider vigilante thing. Anyway, the moral of the story is, Peter was busy.
Peter arrived at his first class, sophomore chemistry, the bane of most students' existence, right as the bell rang. He walked quickly to take his seat and relaxed for the first time that morning. Everyone seemed to be talking in hushed whispers and it was making his mind go at about a mile a minute. Ned entered the classroom and scanned it quickly before his eyes set on Peter and he hurried over. He threw his backpack to the floor and leaned in so only Peter could hear what he was saying.
“Dude, how could you not tell me?!” Ned whispered, taking out his chemistry homework for Mr. Ibrahim who was stalking around the room, checking off completion.
Peter tilted his head slightly and followed Ned's lead. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on dude, didn’t you see? It’s number one on trending.” Ned slipped his phone out of his jacket pocket and began frantically typing something out. Peter, unfortunately, still didn’t get what the heck Ned was talking about.
“Mr. Parker, Mr. Leeds, I'll remind you kindly that there are no phones in class," Ibrahim scolded them, making two distinct check marks on his clipboard as Peter and Ned presented their work. They were just study guides so Ibrahim didn't bother checking each problem, just that the students did it.
Ned’s ears turned bright red and he shoved his phone away again. “Sorry, sir.” He turned to Peter's questioning glance and mouthed 'I'll tell you later', to which Peter nodded and focused on the front where Ibrahim was calibrating their old SmartBoard. Today's lesson was on the dreaded mole ratios. An involuntary shudder echoed throughout the classroom.
The rest of the class was relatively uneventful, except for the couple times Flash, who happened to also be in the class, tried to get Peter’s attention, but just got a dismissing hand swat. He needed to pay attention, Avogadro wasn't messing around when he came up with this stuff.
After the ending bell rang, Peter gathered his papers, folder, and pencil which he had messily thrown all over the science room's cool black lab tables. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and started to walk to his next class, Ned quickly catching up to him in the hallway, slightly out of breath and an excited glint in his eye.
“Dude, I can’t believe you, does Tony Stark know about this?” Ned asked as Peter stopped at his locker and began to twist the combination. He shoved his chemistry book inside and took out The Great Gatsby for English. Despite being a STEM school, Midtown still had to offer the arts. It wasn't Peter's strong suit, but he did okay.
“I still don’t know what you mean, man.” Peter slammed his locker shut and the two began walking to English at the opposite end of the school.
“You mean it wasn’t you? I mean, props to that guy I guess. It really looked and sort of sounded like you.” Ned looked kind of disappointed, and Peter was beginning to get frustrated. Why can't people in the world just go a day saying exactly what they mean?
“Ned, for the millionth time, what are you talking—“
“Yo' Parker! Haven’t you heard?" Flash Thompson pulled in front of Peter and began walking backward, goading. The freshman quickly got out of his way but he elbowed a couple of juniors who were now giving him the stink eye. Flash didn't seem to care much as he kept sauntering backward.
"Your buddy Spider-Man is trending on YouTube now! Didn’t you see?” Peter's jaw dropped. Did everyone find out about that already? Peter assumed the video would get a few thousand views at the most. This was entirely unexpected.
Flash seemed to misinterpret his expression as surprise, and smirked, letting a huff of a laugh escape. He continued on his tirade, “Oh, your buddy Spider-Man didn’t tell you about it? Oh, that’s right! He can’t because he doesn’t know who you are!”
Flash looked pretty impressed with his sub-par insult, if you can even call it that, and one of his goons, who was walking a little in front of Ned, high fived him. Peter wasn't exactly sure if you can call a fellow nerd a 'goon' but they seemed to follow Flash around everywhere. Peter knew them from decathlon as well, though they were just alternates.
“Stop being a wet sock Eugene. Just go to your next class," a familiar voice chastised from behind Peter. He turned around to see MJ, who surprisingly was still expressionless, even though she just called Flash Thompson, a 'wet sock' and Eugene in the same sentence. Her eyelids were drooping slightly and by the looks of her eyebags, she didn't get much sleep either.
“Whatever,” Flash glared at Peter, and in Flash-typical dramatic flair, “You’re lucky your girlfriend is the captain of the team or this wouldn’t be over Penis.” He scoffed and sulked off, his friends following close behind.
Peter looked awkwardly at MJ who raised an eyebrow, making his face heat up a bit. “Sorry about that," He said, scratching the back of his neck, awkwardly laughing.
Ned looked back and forth between the exchange and his eyes widened a little bit. “Wait, you guys are—”
“What? No, no no no,” Peter tried to laugh it off, turning his focus to MJ to gauge her reaction. The brunette just shrugged and went back to reading while walking down the hall. Peter still has yet to figure out how she has never run into anyone. Peter watched her head of brown curls disappear into the crowd.
After a few moments of weird silence, Ned spoke up. “We should-"
"Yeah, it'd probably be best-"
"Class will start soon-"
Peter and Ned walked side by side in mutual quiet, quickening their pace as the hallway became more and more empty. Ned glanced at Peter and started awkwardly, "So... why'd you do the YouTube thing?”
Peter considered it for a moment as he opened the door to English just as the bell rang. “Um, I thought it would just be fun, you know? I didn’t think anyone would find it.”
Ned scoffed in disbelief as they sat down in the back of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to arrive. “Are you kidding man?! The most popular Avengers fan page reposted it onto their account and it went viral! Everyone is trying to figure out who you are now. The video sparked a lot of interest in Spider-Man, even people from out of Queens know about you. The comment section is the wildest one I've seen in a long time.” Ned discreetly took out his phone, tapping on Twitter. 'Spider Vlogs' was number one on trending in the U.S. Peter grabbed Ned's phone and scrolled through the tag, amazed. He didn’t even know there was such thing as an Avengers fandom but decided to look deeper into it on another day.
Before he could look further, however, their English teacher strolled in the room. She was a strict little old lady who preferred to be called ma'am instead of Mrs. Clarke. Peter knew better than to be on Twitter when Clarke was in the room. He tossed the phone back to Ned who stumbled a bit on the catch but stowed away his phone before the old woman could see. They looked at each other with a mutual understanding of 'we'll talk later'.
The rest of the day passed at a snail pace, partly because Ned wasn't in any other of his classes for the rest of the day, and today was Monday, which meant it was internship day. Once the final bell rang signaling the end of school, Peter hurriedly threw everything in his backpack and ran outside, looking for the familiar black Audi Happy Hogan drove. Peter was always the first one outside after the school day was over because he didn’t want to have the hassle of explaining why he was leaving in such a sleek and expensive car. Peter Parker would not own an Audi, so the rest of the school didn't need to know he was being picked up in one.
“Hiya Happy!” Peter said, throwing his backpack into the backseat and flopping down on the leather seat. He slammed the door shut, making Happy cringe slightly.
“Hey- careful with that door kid, it costs more to insure than you." Peter nodded sheepishly as Happy began to pull out of the school's pickup zone. Peter was worried at first that Happy resented being like his personal chauffeur, but the man had insisted that while it was a lot of trouble, he didn't necessarily mind doing it. That translated into, Happy was fine with it, so Peter was okay with it too. "Tony wanted me to tell you to go to the lab right away when we get to the tower, got that?”
“Gotcha, thanks Happy!”
Peter couldn’t tell for sure, but he thought he saw Happy smile slightly as he was rolling up the barrier between them. He shrugged it off and went to check his phone. Immediately he was bombarded with notifications from YouTube. His video was number one on trending. Not to mention it already had one million views.
Huh, not bad. Not bad at all.
He clicked on his video, and the sound of his own voice made him visibly cringe.
Do I really sound that high pitched? Peter thought. Even though he tried to go for a little bit of a lower voice so no one could recognize him from school, he still sounded like an adolescent tween boy, which wasn’t really the effect he was going for. He had even been practicing his Thor voice in the mirror. Guess it didn't translate well over video.
spiderman’s patrol route (day in the life of spiderman???)
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TheWeb - 1,203,643 views - Oct 2, 2018
Comments:
thor_lover_12 - 12 minutes ago
Omg Spiderman is totally an Avenger I stan
Avngersassemblee - 1 hour ago
He does not sound more than 15 years old wtf?
itisyourboy87 - 1 day ago
Okay guys we know he is young right? And he probably lives in Queens cause that’s where he does most of his superhero-ing. We also know that Tony Stark knows him, and that he is definitely still in school. We’ve never seen him out in the middle of the day Mon-Fri between 7am and 3pm. I predict early high school judging by his voice.
>mypowerisprocrastination - 3 hours ago
Clever of him to cover the phone when he was leaving the building though.
>itisyourboy87 - 1 hour ago
Good observation. I also relate to your username on so many levels.
steverogers_rules - 24 minutes ago
who else wants to adopt him
spiderboy45 - 1 day ago
finally! An avenger has a YouTube channel!
>ironmanforeverrr - 1 hour ago
He hasn’t been announced as an official member yet
>spiderboy45 - 4 minutes ago
I mean he did say that Tony Stark was kind of vague about it insinuating
that the topic has been brought up
spider_woman - 19 hours ago
Okay before this video I’ve only ever heard of Spider-Man occasionally and seen him on the news. But after watching this video I literally uwued so hard and this boy needs protection
*makes new fan account immediately*
Peter read through the comment section the entire car ride and felt his cheeks grow hotter. Everybody seemed to really like him, and even though he had Ned and Mr. Stark, everyone else at school just thought of him as a nerd. Some people like Flash still think he’s a liar because of his “Stark internship.” Having the internet sort of admiring him gave Peter some hidden satisfaction, but he still decided not to tell Mr. Stark about the channel. Tony would probably make fun of him. (Even though he’d probably find out soon enough. That guy has eyes everywhere.)
Finally, they pulled up to Stark Tower, an investment recently made by Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark Industries. Not to be confused with Avengers Tower which was being taken down. According to Tony, they had bigger plans for the compound, but the Avengers would temporarily stay in the Stark Tower. This was where college students worked if they had an internship, where top scientists experimented, and research was done to come up with new ideas and products for the company. If their project was good enough, it was brought in front of Tony Stark himself who would review it. If it got past that stage it would go through the board of directors and Pepper Potts, who would then pass it onto Tony Stark again to tweak it until it was perfect. It was a long grueling process, but it usually made Stark Products the best in the market, so it was worth it.
But the multiple science labs and experimentation floors weren’t at all the best part of the tower. The best part by far, in Peter’s opinion, was the top 5 floors of the whole tower. The Avengers floors. It was closed to the public, and the elevators employees could access didn’t even go up that high. You had to have level 10 clearance to get to the elevators that actually went to the 60th floor. Luckily, Mr. Stark had given Peter the clearance as soon as he started working with him and occasionally slept over at the tower. It was now a tradition among the Avengers to have a movie night on Fridays when Peter slept over.
“Hello, Peter. Shall I inform Mr. Stark of your arrival?” The building A.I., FRIDAY asked. She reminded Peter of Karen, but more mature. It still amazed Peter how one can make a robot sound so distinctly different and have a different personality from a different robot. The wonders of Tony Stark's brain.
“Yeah, thanks FRIDAY," Peter replied as he walked through the glass doors of the tower.
About 5 seconds later he heard her say, “He has been informed.”
Peter smiled and walked into the reception area, which was chic; not a word one would usually use to describe the waiting room of a building. Colorful red and blue sofas littered the room, all in a contemporary style that Peter knew for a fact Pepper picked out. Tony never had an eye for interior design. Despite being statement pieces, Mr. Stark would have said they weren't flashy enough. The modern feel of the room was only enhanced by the state of the art security system which took most of the room in the area. The employee entrance was manned by one of Peter's favorite people, Gonzalez the security guard. Being a security guard may sound like a deadbeat job, but being one of the lead guards under Happy Hogan was a real honor. It paid well and was relatively easy work.
“Hey, Pete, what’re you gonna build today?” Gonzalez asked as Peter approached, holding out his hand for Peter's clearance badge.
“I don’t know, but I know Mr. Stark wanted me to come to his lab today,” Peter said, handing it over.
The security guard chuckled as he scanned Peter’s badge, the system making an affirmative beep. “I still don’t know why a little punk like you has such high security clearance,” He gave Peter back his badge and slapped him on the back good-naturedly, “But have a great day.”
Peter grinned and attached the badge back to his shirt’s front pocket. “I will, bye Mr. Gonzalez!”
Gonzalez waved and Peter walked into the main hub of the tower, the atrium. Windows lined the side of the building, bringing in gorgeous natural light all throughout the tower. Green plants lined the balconies of each floor which overlooked the atrium giving the place a distinctly modern by earthly vibe. In the center was the giant arc-reactor, the centerpiece of the tower, which extended up, all the way to the 55th floor. Peter never grew tired of entering this place.
He quickly started walking towards the Avenger’s elevators, as he knew Mr. Stark was expecting him. The elevators were located towards the back of the hub, the restricted elevators being in an entirely different hallway behind the normal ones. Tony didn't want to risk getting alerts from FRIDAY every few hours that an unauthorized person was trying to use them. Peter stopped in front of the lift and scanned his badge, waiting for the elevator to arrive. The red number at the top indicated it was currently at the 60th floor, so it would take a while for it to come down again.
“Hey, you!”
Peter turned around to see an intern quickly rushing at him. The intern was probably new, as Peter has never seen him before. He made it a point to learn all the interns' names, as he worked with them occasionally, and it would be important to know so his cover wouldn't be blown. That, and they were probably the closest people to his age in the entire tower; with the exception of school groups of course.
The new intern stopped in front of Peter, bending down to catch his breath. “I’ve— seen you around— and uh— I’m kind of lost so I was hoping— you could tell me where to go.”
Peter nodded sympathetically. He remembered being new in the tower and a little out of his depth. Granted, Peter had Tony and Pepper who knew the tower like the back of their hands, but the feeling still lingered. “No problem dude, where to?”
“The intern labs, is this the elevator to it?” He asked, looking at the doors that have yet to ding open.
“Uh, no, the employee and intern elevators are down that way to the left,” Peter told him, pointing out the hallway to the regular elevators were located.
The intern narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion, or was it confusion? “Aren’t you an intern?”
Peter shifted his weight between his feet, hoping the door would open soon. “Er— I’m Mr. Stark’s personal intern, so um, I need access to wherever he is,” He recited his perfectly rehearsed stretch of the truth. It wasn't wrong necessarily, just not the whole truth.
“But you can’t be more than sixteen years old. I mean, come on, there’s no way you're even out of high school," Pushy Intern scoffed, looking Peter up and down.
This wasn't good, Peter had to improvise. “Mr. Stark noticed me at a— uh— science fair? Yeah, a science fair, and was really impressed, I guess.”
The Pushy Intern still looked skeptical. “A science fair? That still doesn’t explain—“
“Alex! What are you doing over there?!” The head intern, Nora, yelled from the end of the restricted hallway. She sped forward to meet Peter and Pushy Intern- Alex.
“Didn’t I tell you these were restricted elevators?” She questioned him, tapping her foot impatiently, a habit Peter had seen her do on many occasions. When a scientist used the wrong units for measurement, when an intern forgot to do their share in the Google Spreadsheet, and when someone let the killer robots bite everyone's ankles by setting them loose on April Fools Day.
Alex shooked sheepish as he looked at his head intern, the girl who knew what she was doing. “Sorry Nora, I got lost and forgot where the elevators were, and I saw this kid around so I decided to just ask him—“
Nora sighed and gave Peter an apologetic expression before sweetly saying to the other intern, “Alex, don’t you know who ‘this kid’ is?”
Alex's mouth parted and his head tilted. “Uh… no? He just looks like a normal kid who's still in high school. By the way, what’s up with that?”
Peter awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. The elevator was now on the 20th floor and was stopped. “Really Nora, it’s okay.”
Alex looked back and forth between Nora and Peter. “Am I missing something here?”
“This is Peter Parker, Mr. Stark’s personal and favorite intern. Peter literally works with Mr. Stark almost every day in his personal lab. Alex, ‘this kid’ is basically Mr. Stark’s protege.” Nora told him, gesturing vaguely towards his security badge.
Peter felt his face heat up. The elevator was moving again. “You are giving me way too much credit Nora.”
Alex’s eyes widened a bit and his mouth hung open. “But- he’s just in high school!”
“I’m not saying it makes sense, I’m just giving the facts.” Nora gave Peter a sympathetic smile, as her phone began to ring. She looked down, and her face visibly darkened.
Though Peter didn't have time to think about it since the elevator had finally opened with Peter slowly backed up into it. “Sorry guys, I gotta go, bye—," He waved as the elevator doors closed and Alex was left staring at him. He let out a deep breath as he was quickly transported to the 60th floor.
As the doors slid open Peter stepped out and walked down to the lab section of the Avenger’s floors. The 60th floor contained the labs and experimental rooms. It was the floor Peter spent the most time on, besides maybe the top 65th floor, which was the Avengers compound area. Floor? Place? Living quarters? He didn’t know exactly what it was called.
Anyway, the 61st floor contained training rooms, while the 62nd, was a large tactical base where the group planned missions and such. The 63rd floor had offices for Mrs. Potts, Mr. Stark, Mr. Rhodes, and other various members who decided they wanted an office. Lastly, the 64th floor, though it was the least busy, was far from boring, contrary to what Mr. Barton says. Peter called it the Stark Archives, but it contained files for all the Avengers. Some of the stuff dated back to the 1940s and Peter sometimes went in there to explore and read the history. It was very interesting, even though Mr. Barton would call him a nerd afterwords. Steve (he refused to allow Peter to call him Mr. Captain America, or Mr. Rogers) usually patted his back and congratulated him on ‘taking initiative and learning important history’. Steve was kind of weird sometimes.
“Hey kid, how you doing?” Peter felt Tony Stark's presence beside him and, the billionaire putting his arm around Peter's shoulder.
Peter turned to face Tony, grinning toothily. Tony was wearing a perfectly tailored maroon suit, courtesy of Pepper no doubt, and blue sunglasses, even though they were indoors. “I’m doing great Mr. Stark, what’re we working on today?”
“Just making a couple of adjustments to Mark 51, oh, and also working on the Spider-Man suit, Mark 5.” Mr. Stark told him as he guided Peter towards the labs. He punched in a quick security code and entered the room.
Peter got excited after the mention of Mark 5, even though Mark 4 was the first suit that was bulletproof, it kind of restricted his flexibility when swinging. After he mentioned this to Mr. Stark, he immediately started working on a newer and improved version for Peter. “Sounds great Mr. Stark!” He said, eagerly following Tony to the mechanical shop within the lab.
Mr. Stark turned around and raised an eyebrow, opening his hands in a gesture that said 'what gives?'
“Pete, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s Tony now.”
“Right, sorry Mr. Tony, sir."
Tony sighed, though his eyes looked amused. He took off his sunglasses and tossed Peter a remote which controlled the record player that sat collecting sawdust in the corner. "Drop the needle kid, and you better pick something good."
Interns would later report AC/DC disrupting their work a few floors below.