I'M BACK AT STARK TOWER BEACHES
I'M SURE YOU MISSED ME
Peter had to dip quickly to do Spiderman shiz, but I don't blame him. An actual burning building is calmer than the figurative burning building that the tower is.
Boyfriend
hmiaip
You
Ah, shitake mushrooms
What happened?
Boyfriend
Stab
Bullet
Bout pass out
You
Fucking idiot
Gimme your location
Boyfriend
/location shared/
Did you get the geography hw?
You
You literally have to color the islands of
Indonesia
Dumâs
Yeah, but doesn't have to be certain colors?
You
You are quite literally bleeding out and
you're worried about homework?
Dumâs
Yeah and?
You
You're a dork
(mr. stark is on his way)
Dumâs
RUDE!!!
(thnacks)
You
Not rude, just facts
(learn to spell)
Dumâs
No printer
(the letters are blurring together)
You
He should be there now dumbo
Dumâs
Tony Starker. He's alright.
You
Starker?
Dumâs
Damn autocorrect
You
Can I be added to the Avengers group chat?
Dumâs
Nope
Hey, I'm back. You better remember me!!!
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Oh yeah, I'm supposed to say Peter's fine now. His healing ability helped him quite a bit
"Where do they keep it?" Peter asks. We're sitting on the floor of like the sixth closet we were searching through. We need colored pencils or crayon or whatever now. You'd think in a tower filled with engineers, they would have more colored pencils and crayons.
"I don't know. I'm about to give up," I lay on the floor.
"We're idiots," Peter facepalms.
"No duh, really?" I retort.
"JARVIS, where are the colored pencils? And while, we're at it, the poster paper?" he asks.
JARVIS then directs us to all the supplies in less than 2 minutes making us feel like our hour of searching was very well spent.
Moving on to our project on Edgar Allan Poe or The Odyssey or whatever it is. I recommend that we watch YouTube and Peter agrees. Imma be honest, I'm not sure how much he even wants to do projects over Christmas Break. It starts playing a video on the television and we work on coloring our Indonesia maps and then coloring the lovely white table that's write by the living room because well, it was there and pure white. We didn't draw anything wrong or dirty necessarily but you know, it's no longer white.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mr. Parker,
FanfictionA Peter Parker wrong Number "Hey, I'm bleeding to death! Send me the YouTube link on how to stitch a bullet wound." "Help me with my chemistry homework first."
