~Iron Family~

Questions

When Mr. Stark dropped the dinner-with-Avengers bomb, Uncle Ben's suitcase slipped out of Peter's hand and dropped to the floor.

"This is insane!" he said to himself. He tossed his backpack on the bed and glanced around the room. He was so anxious, it felt as if spiders were crawling over every inch of him, inside and out. He shivered, trying to shake off the feeling.

This whole room was his, at least for a few days.

He hadn't had his own room since the apartment.

That was how he addressed most things in his mind: since the apartment. Better than reliving the painful memories.

Peter approached the screen windows, staring at the Queens skyline in awe. It looked so real! He hesitantly touched his finger to the screen, which softly vibrated in response. A quick little ringtone sounded throughout the room, the skyline slowly fading away to default blue. Words popped up on the screen, along with Peter's most recent school picture.

GUEST ACCESS:

PETER BENJAMIN PARKER

INTERN

Peter snorted at that. Like Tony Stark would keep a kid like him around as an intern. The minute the government came for him, Mr. Stark would turn his back and forget Peter had ever existed. Like he had said, the whole thing had been fake, just a chance for Mr. Stark to question him about the bank.

Peter tapped a few more buttons, trying to familiarize himself with at least the window technology. It wasn't as complicated as he would've thought.

Soon the window screens were showing a looped video of a nyan cat zipping across a starry sky. He giggled to himself and went to take a shower.

It was amazing.

Living out on the streets, it was the little things that you missed, like clean clothes and taking a long, warm shower. He was in a room all to himself, not a gross public bathroom, so there was no need to hurry. He stood there for what felt like hours, letting the warm water splash down on his face.

When he was done, he dug through his backpack and put on his second pair of clothes, which were a tad less stinky. He walked out of the bathroom, expecting to see the nyan cat, but instead a pile of newly washed clothes were freshly folded on his bed. The screens were displaying a picture of Happy with sunglasses on, frowning and pointing at the screen as if to say, I'm always watching you! It was a little creepy.

Peter changed into the clean clothes, which felt snug compared to his old baggy ones he'd found at a homeless shelter.

He made sure to switch the screens back to the nyan cat before heading up to the penthouse.

***

After lunch, Peter was too tired to do much else besides lay around all day and contemplate his life choices.

Just kidding.

As soon as he was free from that awful, stuffy kitchen, he grabbed his backpack and bolted to the lobby. Since it was illegal to have cameras in restrooms, maybe he had a small chance of sneaking out for a swing.

It was a little complicated, but if he went for a 'walk' outside, entered a nearby restaurant, put his suit on in their restrooms, went for a swing, came back and changed again, well...

Hopefully it would work. He needed some air.

The security guys let him out without a second glance, and soon he was wandering the streets in search of a store or something. He eventually stumbled across a pizza place that looked okay. It wasn't too crowded, so it might be easy to sneak around if he blended in with the customers.