We stopped on the way to grab Shuri’s lab equipment. Once we got there, I cleaned off a couple of the lab tables and pushed them together. A while later, we were almost finished with the first prototype when Friday spoke.
“Peter, your father would like me to inform you that it is time for lunch,” she said warmly.
I barely glanced up from the work as I responded. “I’m not hungry, Fri. Tell Dad that I’m in my lab.”
A minute passed until Friday spoke again. “Your father would like to inform you that your friends are here.”
I jumped out of my seat, panicked. “Crap! Fri, tell them we’ll be up soon.” I had gotten so caught up in our project that I had forgotten about lunch. I hadn’t mentally prepared myself, and my hair was a mess and I had oil smudged on my face that I tried to wipe off, but just ended up making it worse because I tried to use an already greasy rag. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to make myself more presentable. Finally, I sighed in resignation and left the lab, Shuri at my side with my StarkPad.
We continued making minor adjustments to the blueprints and making suggestions for the aesthetics, such as the color and the shape of the hilt. When we made it to the penthouse, I was, once again, completely immersed in the project and not paying much attention to my surroundings.
“What color would your friend, Ned, want?” Shuri asked me. We had decided that we would need to make him one as well.
I hummed in thought. “Blue, probably. Like Anakin’s. I’d talk to him about the hilt design though.”
Shuri nodded and made a note on the StarkPad. “Alright, we’ll ask him.”
“Peter?” a voice broke through our concentration, and I finally looked up.
“Oh, he-ey guys,” I stuttered awkwardly. I had, once again, completely forgotten about them. “Sorry for the wait. I may have gotten distracted.”
MJ said, “Yeah, Friday told us you had forgotten we were coming over today.”
“What were you going to ask me about?” Ned asked.
“Lightsaber preferences,” Shuri said casually.
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah. We wanted to know what you want yours to look like.” I watched Ned’s eyes light up and he started rambling about his favorite lightsaber design.
“Hold up! Peter, are you making lightsabers?” Mom asked, a concerned expression on her face. “That’s very dangerous.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going to have a building collapse on me again or anything.”
“Again?!?” her voice came out quiet and strangled.
I winced, realizing my mistake too late. “I’m fine Mom. I’m alive and healthy and fine.”
“How about we all eat?” Steve suggested after I had calmed Mom down. “Then we can talk.”
We all sat at the table and began eating the delicious food Steve had made. The conversation was mainly small talk. Asking about school and hobbies. When we were done, we moved to the living room and sat down. I sat in the armchair, facing everyone else who sat on the couches.
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Peter Stark
FanfictionPeter Stark, more commonly known as Peter Parker, has many secrets. Most, he keeps from his peers, such as his family and his secret identity as Spider-Man. However, there is one thing that he keeps from his family as well. For eight years, he has...
