Wrong Number, Pytor.///DISCONTINUED

Security Problems

HI SO I STARTED WRITING SOME OF THIS BOOK DURING CLASS WHEN I FINISH WORK SO IF IT SUCKS THATS PROBABLY WHY-

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Peter's POV

I was walking in the Midtown halls, getting uncomfortable by the amount of stares I've been getting lately. it's probably because he was one of the winners of the internship contest, or that I  got a 100.0%. Oh my god, the internship. I forgot to tell Мама паук and Dad. What am I supposed to do? I cant just skip the internship, it'd be a bad first impression, and I can't just leave Harley alone.

Forget the stares, Flash's bullying has upgraded to my dead family and much more than a punch or kick. Sure, my family was perfectly fine, but my biological family is still gone. Still dead, can't just bring them back. (oh peter i can, but you're my favorite, so. suffer.) They died when I was eight, still enough time to miss them.

I can't tell Мама Паук or Papa. I don't want Flash to loose his head, we aren't Anna Boleyn are we?

Anyways, Mj and Ned aren't going to be here for at least a week. Ned got a stomach bug, and Mj is visiting her family up North. So, it's just me and Harley this week. Great. So here I am, listening to Harley ramble on about his.. potato gun? While getting my stuff out of my locker, I was listening to one of his stories from Tennessee, when the Amazing Flash Thompson decides to pay a visit.

"Aw, Parker, willing to be late to your internship for me? How kind." He sneered, throwing a punch to my face. Clearly, he was oblivious to Harley standing right there. He went to punch me again, when Harley grabbed his arm and gave it an Indian Burn. "O-oh.. Hi, Ke-Keener.." "Don't 'hi keener' me. Leave or I'll do worse than an Indian Burn." Flash just glared at me very quickly, before proceeding to run away. Satisfied, Harley and I walked to the Tower in silence.

--------(′▽'〃) time skip to when they make it to the tower because class sucks------

As soon as Harley and I stepped into the Tower, I just stood there in awe. This place is huge! "Are you done staring, or can we go to the receptionist?" Harley laughed as I felt my face heat up. "You were staring too." I replied. "Not at the Tower.." He mumbled. Did he forget I have enhanced hearing? What does that mean? Whatever. I am very tempted to pull out my phone and tell the group chat how pretty Avengers Tower looks, but what if I get my phone taken? Or maybe they'll kick me out for slacking.

"Hi, I'm Harley Keener, and this is Peter Parker. We're here for an internship?" Harley's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Guess we're at the receptionist desk. The receptionist smiled, and opened her mouth, when a tall muscular man walked up to us. "Miss, you can't possibly believe these kids, right? They look 12 and 13!" He barked. Everyone around us either saw what was happening and ignored us, or was to caught up in their work. "Actually, Sir, we're 15." Harley looked like he was about to laugh at the, most likely, guards face. I didn't mean to sound rude. His face turned red, and he grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly. 

 "Listen kid, you need to learn your place. I want you out of my tower!" He yelled, all caught up in my face. This is when everyone stopped and turned to look at us, the receptionist on the phone. She seemed to be panicking, when she hung up.

"Mr. Reilly, you shouldn't have your hands on the child. You're scaring him." She spoke up, but tensed up when the guard turned to face her. "Ma'am, there are kids in my tower! It's my job to-"

 "Actually, last time I check, I owned the Tower. And you are assaulting one of my personal interns." The receptionist had a smile on her face, while guard paled. We turned to see THE Tony freaking Stark, a smirk placed on his face. 

 "As a security guard, you are supposed to protect the workers and interns from danger. Tell me, do two teenagers trying to go do their job seem dangerous to you?" The guard lightened his grip on me, but still tight enough so i couldn't escape.

 He turned to me, and gave me some dirty look. Pretty sure that triggered something in Harls, because next thing we knew, he b i t c h  s l a p p e d the security guard. A loud "SMACK" noise echoed throughout lobby, and Harley just stared at his now pink hands. The security guard let go of my arm immediately. He turned to Mr. Stark and apologized. "You clearly aren't fit for the job. I want you out of my tower. Understood?" "Mr. Stark,sir, it isn't big of a deal to fire him!" I tried to argue, but the guard sent me one last glare before leaving.

 Harley seemed to be having the time of his life. I, on the other hand, am on the verge of rambling. THE TONY FREAKING STARK IS IN FRONT OF ME! "T-t-t-thank you, Mr. S-Stark." Curse me and my stupid stutter (A/N: if you find a stutter weird and stupid, frick you.) . "Any time kid, why don't you get you passes and meet me at Floor 86, FRIDAY should take you up there."  I nod as he walks away, and turn around to see Harley already getting his pass.

 "Alright boys, sorry for Mr. Reilly. He isn't really, friendly. Here are you passes." She gave us each red and blue passes that have our name and photo on them. "Everyone here only gets one, so don't loose them. You should head to the elevator now." "Thank you Miss..." Harley trailed off. "Ivy Gales. Just call me Ivy." "Thank you Ivy!" He said, as we walked away from the desk.

 They should really get better security.

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Hi! Sorry this took longer than i planned, but my homework for the past week has been off the charts. Plus, i got my braces! And i currently regret living :)

Also, personal interns! Not that peter was really paying attention, but tHe ToENAil StAnK WaS inFrOnT oF hIm!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Word Count: 1,070