"I look stupid," I whine, "I don't want to keep doing these weird tests, Bruce, this is getting ridiculous," I gesture all of the cords up and down my body and on my forehead, "Can't I just go to bed?"
"Mila, it's been 20 seconds, stop complaining."
"You look like a unicorn," Peter shrugs, "One with tentacles."
I roll my eyes, about to pick up Lunch but she hissed at me and ran to Peter, "Look, even Lunch is terrified of me, now this has gone too far," I stood up but Bruce pushed me back down, "Can I at least watch a movie while this happens?"
"No, just sit still for 2 minutes, that's it, then you guys can do whatever you want to do." Peter goes back to fixing his suit. When he told me about him being Spiderman, it hit me pretty quickly that he and I had met before and it was when I was outside.He swore he wasn't going to tell anyone. Because that's what friends do. That I said I would throw him into a lake of fire if he told my dad, but I don't think that had anything to do with it.
I waited until 2 minutes exactly before I began nagging again. Bruce quickly removed the cords, rolling his eyes, "Thanks, Brucey, I'll see you tomorrow," He waved goodbye as Peter and I went upstairs to the apartment.
Peter and I have a lot more in common than I realised, neither of us has our original parents and we don't like to eat too much cheese. He also likes to hit bad people, and I like to fight anyone who looks in my general direction.
So we're perfect friends. Peter sits on the sofa as I ordered the pizza, "Eight dollars for delivery that's so frustrating," I roll my eyes, sitting by Peter, "My dad is going to kill me."
"We could just go and get it ourselves," Peter suggests, "Or I could."
I shrug, "I'm not really allowed to go anywhere."
"I won't tell."
I slowly face Peter, then smirked, "Alright, I'll put Lunch in her bed, then we'll go. How are we going to get past Stark and Banner?"
"We could take the suit."
"I'm pretty sure Tony would scalp me if I even looked at his iron suit."
"What about mine?" I glance at the suit in his hands, then the large balcony doors.
"Okay, sure."
If I had known then, that leaving the tower while clinging onto a flimsy cord would feel like this, I would've strangled Peter where he stood. I scream out into the skies as I grip onto Peter tighter.
Let's just say, Peter learnt a lot of new Russian cuss words. I squeal and hit Peter's shoulders as he then dropped us onto the top of the pizza place, "ты абсолютный дурак!" I pull away, "You didn't say you would drop me!"
"I thought it was funny."
"You think this is funny? Я отрежу тебе уши !" Peter chuckles at me. I drop from the rooftop of the pizza place then pick out the cash from my pockets, "I hate flying, we are walking back."
Peter nods as he joins me on the safe ground, "Are you still mad at me?"
"I won't be when I kill you," I pay the boy behind the counter and face Peter, "Do you usually just throw people around in the air or I am special? I know that I am a superior being, but do I look like I have angel wings?"
Peter smiles as I go on my rant, falling in and out of English and Russian. My bad. I pick up the pizza boxes and we make our way back to the tower, "See how we're safe now?"
"Okay, I said I was sorry. I won't do it again, Mila."
I nod my head once as I sit down at the park, "We should eat here, I don't get out much." Peter agrees and we took a seat on the bench. I pull my legs up and look at the people walking by. It's so nice down here.
