WRONG NUMBER, But Thanks For Calling?

The Talk

Peter got back from the bathroom and smiled. "Thanks again for giving me some food," he said. Tony couldnt speak he was so suprised.

Peter turned around slowly and confusedly. Tony did the first thing he thought of. He shot up and opened the door. "That'll be all today, Pete." He said.

Peter turned back around and saw Tony. "What?" Peter smiled. Tony squirmed and moved anxuously. "You okay, sir?" Peter asked. Tony didnt awnser.

Peter grabbed his bag and hesitantly walked out of the door. "Shall I come in tomorrow?" He asked.

Tony looked around. "No, Thatll be okay." And then he closed the door.

That's it.

Peter stood out in an empty hallway, trying to figure out what he did. He knocked back on the door, but tony didnt answer. Peter sighed and took out his phone. It was 9:30am, so what now?

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LUNCH TIME, PETERS ROOM

Peter layed on his bed. What did I do? He thought.

Maybe he doesn't like people using the bathroom? He wondered. Peter checked his phone and noticed he had gotten nothing from his text friend.

Peter sighed and slapped on his suit. No need to pout around about someone not liking him.

He got out his phone for one last look. Nothing.

"Hey karen, put my phone on silent." He said as he put on his mask. Being out in broad daylight, Peter decided to go out the laundry room of the apartment, into the alleyway so no one saw.

Bjt for that, he'd need to walk out of the apartment as spiderman. Hopfully no one would see him.

Peter popped his head out if his apartment room. He checked, no one was there. Good, but he needed to go down 4 flights of stairs.

Luckily though, being spiderman has it's up sides, and Peter knew how to hide.

He snuck down one flight, and heard someone coming. He clicky jumped up to the roof and stuck in the corner. The person didn't see.

Another flight of stairs, no one was there. Peter sighed, thankgod.

Second last flight of stairs, somone wuikcoy jogged up the hallway, so Peter hopped up and stuck to the roof, but in an akward, annoying position. Peter hoped the person would just logged past, but they stopped, right down below peter.

"Come on-" peter whispered. The person grabbed out their water bottle and drank like what, 2 litres? Peter's fingers began to slip, and he squeaked.

The person paused. They turned their head slowly, but suddenly just...jogged away.

Apon further inspection, peter noticed they head headphones in. Phew.

On the last flight of stairs, no one was there! Woohoo, Peter celebrated. He quickly ran out the laundromat door, and exited out the window, and into the alley.

He sighed and took off his mask, needing to take a breath. Then, somthing stank. And like, really stank.

Peter turned around and noticed a man holding a bag of trash, walking to the bin.