TASM Peter Parker Imagines

In Your Corner

Peter Parker is staring up at a news broadcast. It's displaying grainy, surveillance camera-type footage of a girl about Peter's age. She's clad in some style of metal armor plates, complete with a holographic visor display blocking her face from recognition.

Usually, Peter would pay no attention to this. She's yet another one of a long line of superhero hopefuls, who usually don't do much for Peter except get the cops to investigate them instead of him, which he always appreciates.

However, this girl, which the press have affectionately (or perhaps suspiciously) nicknamed Mecha, is different. For one thing, he's seen her. There was an incident last night when they both ran into each other on the rooftops, both trying to stop the same robbery. She'd gotten hit by a rogue blast from one of the thieves' energy weapons, and a chunk of her armor had come off.

It's sitting at the bottom of Peter's backpack right now, nestled in a hoodie he hasn't worn in years. Peter's tried to study it, but all he's been able to make out is that it's comprised of intricate metalwork and complicated wiring, far more advanced than anyone with a home lab should be able to make.

Peter has brought it to school in the hopes of being able to analyze it, either to identify the owner or to figure out how it works. Mecha's suit was fantastically built, and Peter would love to see it up close. It's a shame that the best shot he's got at that is the piece that broke off last night.

So, he's staying after school today to go poke around in some of the Midtown science and engineering labs. Hopefully, he'll find something worth noticing, or at least he can pretend he did so he feels better about himself.

The bell rings, and Peter speedwalks out of class and towards the labs. The teacher sponsor nods at him as he enters, pointing towards a door leading to the next room.

"You can get a lab introduction from Y/N Stark, she's in there. She can tell you all the rules."

The teacher shoots him a suspicious glance as Peter walks by, like she's mentally deciding whether or not Peter seems the sort to actually follow these rules.

Peter opens the door cautiously, closing it behind him as he goes. There's another student at the far end of the room, bent over an array of gears and wires, although she straightens up when she sees Peter enter.

Peter recognizes her face from a number of telecasts, several overexcited publications, and most importantly, the halls of Midtown High. This is Y/N Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, and yet another one of the resident geniuses here at Peter's school.

She looks rather surprised to see Peter here. "This is supposed to be a solo lab slot. I think some of the other rooms are open if you want to work, though.."

Peter scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh, I know. The teacher outside said I should go talk to you about the rules I need to learn."

Y/N's face clears. "Ah. That's Ms. Brady, she pretends to be strict but I think she's zoned out half the time, so you can basically do whatever. All you really need to know is that everyone typically books their lab spaces a couple weeks in advance to make sure they get the best rooms to themselves. Things get brutal around the time science fair starts. Oh, and if you break anything, you pay for it, but I assume that's obvious. Basically, don't do anything that might get the school sued for negligence."

Peter flashes her a thumbs up. "Sounds good. Do you know what equipment we can use?"

Y/N nods, gesturing at the table behind her. "Just about everything in sight."

Peter follows her movement with his eyes until he's staring at the workspace still in use next to Y/N. It's littered with small mechanical parts, although a lot of them look damaged from something, Peter can't tell what. They might have been burned, and a lot of the pieces look as if they've been unhooked from some larger structure so Y/N can fix the broken edges. Some of them look as if they could have been from a plate-based system, something that was hit hard and maybe even shattered.