More than I bargained for. (Work In Progress)

The storm

-Published May 15th 2021-
Previously

In fact, it would probably just be better if neither of them ever breathed a word about this night ever again.

Indeed, Fury thought. They would do that. Because of all people, he —Top-secret government agent Nicholas Fury— did not, as a matter-of-fact, have a heart. Much less could it be made to feel even the tiniest bit 'warm'.

W/ Peter.

"Nephew?"

Peter marveled in complete and utter incredulity, his mouth agape as he stared in blatant disbelief. What even was his life anymore? Why? How? How had it come to this?

Where on earth could it possibly have ever gone this wrong?

This was going to be a disaster! A dumpster fire of epic proportions! It was a ridiculous story, no one would ever believe that! There were too many issues, plot holes in it! Too many questions to be asked, all of them running through Peter's head at a volatile pace and in turn driving his anxiety up a fucking wall.

At this rate, the world would know who Spider-Man was by the end of the week!

Fury, unfortunately, didn't seem too fond of Peter's dramatics. He sent him a quick glare, one that sent eerie chills down Peter's spine, making his thoughts shut up. Peter quickly closed his mouth, which had been about to voice his vehement objections, instead moving his gaze downwards and furrowed his eyebrows. He decided that he was okay with the world knowing who Spider-Man by the end of was so long as he was still around to be Spider-Man. Death by Fury was not, in fact, preferable.

Fortunately for him, Peter wasn't the only one who had objections. Perhaps Ms. Scary agent lady wasn't so bad after all.

"Fury, the kid's right. They're never going to believe that." Peter was very curious now, who even was they? To be quite frank really- Where in the fuck was he going? What in the fuck was he going? Doing, Peter corrects himself.

Peter recalled the vague notion of wishing not to know what the adults were saying, to 'let them take care of it', however, this wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping for either. Complete obliviousness was not something he had ever been incredibly fond of, thank you—He'd like to know some things at the very least.

"I don't need them to believe it, I just need them not to ask questions."

"And you think some mysterious kid they've never met before coming into their house and claiming to be your 'nephew' isn't going to ask questions?"

"It isn't if I say it isn't."

...Peter didn't think that was how that worked.

"Fury, you know them. And that is not how they work. They are nosy. Very nosy. For fuck-sake do you know the one who owns the damn building? There's no way at the very least he won't find out in a matter of weeks!"

Peter frowned, this was not going well. Or at least it wasn't going any way Peter would have liked for it to be going. Although, Peter supposed that might have been (and by 'might have been', he means 'very likely was') a side effect of ParkerLuck. Wait, was it even a side effect? Or could that be considered a direct effect? What distinguished the difference between a side effect and a, well, a non-side-effect?

"Of course they're going to find out eventually, but they'd find out quicker if he wasn't going to live with them."

Despite the evident confusion this evoked in Miss Hill, Fury seemed rather confident in his statement. Peter wondered again who the infamous 'they' was, it seemed that whoever they were they would inevitably find out who Spider-Man was— which did bother Peter slightly. Though Peter couldn't have decided how he felt about it until he knew who they was.