Let's Get Back Home

11

A party? That sounded cool.

The only problem was, you weren't supposed to meddle around in this reality, who knows what you could mess up.

Or at least that's what Tony told you, instructing you to keep strictly to the dorm rooms that he'd assigned you.

"Dorm rooms?" Peter 3 remarks, scoffing, "What are we? Teenagers?"

"Yes actually." He says, referencing to you and Peter 1, "Think of this as an elaborate, highly paid school trip."

You roll your eyes at both of their bad jokes as you walk along the corridor.

Soon enough, Tony had dropped you all off in your dorms.

They were as nice, if not nicer than you expected. It was like a full five star hotel room full of gadgets and high quality textiles.

Lush red curtains hung from the walls and the rest of the room pretty much followed that colour scheme, making it look lavish and luxurious.

You were pretty sure you even had your own robot butler in the corner.

Basically, you had a really large room all to yourself, the en-suite bathroom was practically as big as your whole apartment back in New York.

You weren't sure if the boys were sharing a room or not so you decide to check. Besides, it would be cool to show them yours.

As you step out your room, you notice Mr Stark walking down the corridor. His figure was gradually getting smaller as he walked away from you all.

A sly grin started to form on your face.

Now that Tony was gone you could do whatever you wanted. And you knew you weren't going to stick just to your dorm rooms.

You also knew that there was absolutely no chance of you not going to that party.

But first you had to chat to your friends.

You knock before entering the boys room and Peter 2 opens the door.

Their room was blue themed unlike your red one but just as fancy. It reminded you of the Spider-Man suits with the contrast and you consider that Tony might've done that on purpose.

Peter 3 was too busy messing with one of the robots and occasionally yelling 'this is so cool' or 'man you've got to see this' to even notice that you'd arrived.

But at least they were both there, unlike Peter 1. Your eyes flick around the whole room but you couldn't see him anywhere.

"Where's Peter 1?" You ask, walking past Peter 2 and glancing around the room.

"He went with that weird stark guy to talk about suits or something like that." Peter 2 admits as you glance around the room.

Your eyes lock on the three beds lined up neatly like kids' beds. Somehow that was quite funny to you.

"I don't trust him." Peter 3 says, cautiously walking away from the robot in case it moved one of its arms by itself or something freaky.

"You do realise he's probably listening to this conversation." You point out, glancing around the edge of the ceiling for bugs and cameras.

You couldn't see any but you didn't doubt he'd be watching.

"I don't care." Peter 3 says before whispering to you and Peter 2, "And I'm not sticking to his bloody rules either."

"I personally didn't plan on it." Peter 2 says, shrugging as a little smile slipping along his jaw.

"Well," You say, returning their grins, "I think it's obvious what we're doing now."

"Guess so." Peter 3 says, glancing up for the cameras and almost directly speaking to Stark himself.

"And if he's watching then good. You only live once am I right? And you hardly ever live inside a millionaire, no, billionaire's compound so fuck it."