Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

63. What About Now

You wanna start a fire?
It only takes a spark

Maybe it was because they didn't want to deal with the youth, but the SHIELD squad left me alone in my room. Only Beck checked up on me twice: once to leave a glass of water and another for apples.

Maria walked through the door 5 hours later since our last encounter. "How's the suit going?" she asked me.

I raised my index finger, indicating I was busy with a phone call. "...I promise I'll send the repair instructions by tomorrow night, your time... Yes, I explained to Margaret how to use her email. She knows how to send GIFs now. Did I tell you that?... Okay, see you later. Bye." I ended the call, proud of my most recent work.

She sat on the edge of my creaking bed. "Who was that?"

"Just Ron— my boss." I typed the final words of my report into my computer. I hit enter so he'd receive my work report of the week. Then I was free to kick some Elemental ass.

"I thought you worked for Stark."

I blew air. "For a while, yes. But I got tired of working for the big guy. He gave a letter of recommendation to Ron, who I'm very grateful has schedule flexibility."

"He knows you do..." her hand moved all over the place as she crossed her leg. "...you know?"

"Yup. He's great at keeping secrets. Not that my identity is a huge secret anyways. Even Hannah Montana's jealous," I winked.

I think she doesn't know who that icon is because she folded her arms and continued what she came for. "So... about the suit. Fury wants an update."

That's what is this about? "Oh, I finished that like an hour ago. It's in the suitcase over there." I nonchalantly grabbed the plate from my desk. "Apple slice?"

Ignoring the food offer, she slowly ran her fingers across the material. I had used a completely black knitted pattern instead of using the regular red and blue, tighter spandex. I considered making the suit uncomfortable as revenge, but I didn't want to risk getting yelled at. It required too much of my energy.

However, I maintained the goofy glasses he had on his first trial of Spiderman. Thought he would appreciate that callback... and now I'm just realizing that I'm focusing on the smallest details to make him happy. And I'm smiling from ear to ear by thinking about him. Wipe it off.

Thankfully, Maria interrupted my daydreaming. "I can't believe it. You built it from scratch. And it looks amazing. Stark wasn't lying about your skills."

"Well, the man didn't pick random teenagers from the street for the thrill. He was a natural talent hunter." I knew that if I reminisce too much on it, I'd start crying, so I switched topics. "By the way, I'm kinda curious. Is Fury always this snuggly or is does he just not like me?"

She chuckled. "He's like that with everyone. Don't worry. Rarely he'll be nice to you— actually, if you see him acting friendly, then you should probably run."

"Duly noted." Suddenly, my phone vibrated again. One of my clients. "Sorry. I have to take this... Hi, Margaret! How are the grandchildren?"

"We leave in five," she mouthed.

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If I'm honest, I slept about 80% of the flight.

Maria explained to me Fury's plan. He hijacked the plane tickets Midtown High had for the next stop, unknowingly dragging them to danger. When I complained about risking innocent student lives, he threatened to throw me off the plane. So you can tell I already hate working with SHIELD.