Jump {Marvel OC Fanfic}

Welp! We're Busted

I lead the way to Peter's room so that we could "talk" as Mr. Stark puts it. I walk over and sit on Pete's bed even though I know he hates it because ya know twin sister rights. Mr. Stark follows me and my brother comes in last and closes the door behind him.

Pete starts strong. "We definitely did not apply for your grant."

"Well no kidding Sherlock," I tell him via our twin link.

But Tony also seems to be having none of it because he, somewhat angrily, interrupts. "Na uh. Me first."

Me and Peter both stay quiet wondering what the heck is going on.

"Quick question of the rhetorical variety." He holds up his phone and a video projects into the air. I resist the urge to let my breath catch.

It's us.

The video is of me and Peter swinging through Queens. "That's you two. Right?"

"Um no. What do y-" Peter says but I can tell he's worried too.

"Peter, what are we going to do?! He clearly knows it's us."

"I don't know! I never thought about THIS happening?"

"Crap! We're about to get in trouble with the richest man in New York."

I snap out of our conversation and back to Mr. Stark.

"Yeah?" He says. Obviously not believing us. He turns his phone and another video pops up. "Look at you go." He turns to watch the video as Peter stops a car from crashing into a moving bus. "Wow, nice catch. 3000 pounds at 40 miles an hour. That's not easy." Mr. Stark lowers his phone. "Got mad skills."

"That's all on Youtube right though?" Peter asks while walking to his desk. "I mean that's where you found that because you know that's all fake. It's all done on a computer."

"Mhmm." Tony mumbles. I know he's not buying what Peter is saying but we're in too deep now to just admit it.

"It's like that video-" Peter continues before getting interrupted by Mr. Stark.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Like those UFOs over Phoenix?"

"Exactly!"

While saying that however, Tony grabs Peter's baseball bat and pushes back the vent tile on the ceiling. Before I can react or say anything, my brother's suit drops down. Luckily, I don't have to do a thing because Peter quickly grabs it and stuffs it in his closet. But we both know. The jig is up.

"I told you that it was too obvious." I say.

I don't get a response although I didn't really expect one.

Pete tries to play it off as if nothing happened but we both know we're screwed. We're done. Our small amount of hope to become something more than just kids in homemade suits is crushed. We're about to get lectured by the man who practically owns the whole of New York City and is also, the leader of the Avengers. Our idols.

I stand up and walk over to Peter. If we're going down then we're going down together.

"So. You're these Spider-lings. Crime-fighting spiders. Spider-Boy? Spider-Girl?" He clearly doesn't know what to call us and to be honest for the longest time we didn't either. Tony looks at Peter.

"Spi- Spiderman." It sounds like Peter's trying to convince himself too. Not just Mr. Stark. But I know I'm next. Stark looks at me and has this look on his face that almost seems to say 'Please tell me you came up with something better.'

"Arachne," I say with the slightest smirk. I'm quite proud of coming up with it.

 "Ah, Greek mythology. I see." Mr. Stark almost seems to be smirking himself. "But you aren't ''Arachne" and''Spiderman" in those onesies."