I'm Always A Text Away -- Peter Parker Texting Story

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HI, MY NAME IS PETER PARKER. You don't know me, but there's a chance you knew of me, three months ago. See, what happened is quite strange, but everyone has forgotten me. My friends, my teachers, my school...there is no record of me anywhere, and it's really making my life hell.

My name might be unrecognizable now, but three months ago, my name was all over the news. I was a vigilante called Spider-Man—but you probably don't remember him either, and long story short, my identity was revealed.

"Peter Parker," Tony Stark mused, lifting a mug of coffee to his lips. He stared at an article that was displayed on his computer and scratched his head, staring at the boy's youthful and kind face. "A vigilante who conveniently knows Friday's coding and protocols."

Which was strange. Very, very strange. Because no one but Tony ever accessed Friday's codes, because Tony didn't trust anyone else with them. No one but him knew the password to enter Friday's programming. And Tony had nearly a thousand protocols and codes—some of which that Tony didn't even remember coding—so how had the kid remembered the exact number? 4219 wasn't easy to remember.   

Tony blew out a breath, coughing as he suddenly breathed in the fresh and strong aroma of his coffee. He set the mug down and typed out another web address: www.dailybugle.com. 

He was met with the familiar face of J.J. Jameson, and underneath his face the words written in capital, blaring letters: 

SPIDER-MAN PUBLIC ENEMY #1 

Tony frowned, trying to imagine the kind young man who had tried refusing more than five hundred dollars being a public enemy, or being a villain at all. From what he heard from other news websites, Spider-Man had been a loved hero. He did everything the Avengers didn't do; he helped out the little guys, the average guys. 

"Wait," he said to himself. "Hold on. How old is this dude anyway?" 

He scrolled through some articles before realizing the answer: this boy, Peter Parker, was only sixteen years old. 

Well, shoot. 

He cursed to himself in his head. How long had Parker been going out as Spider-Man? How young had he been when he'd started? 

Why had he started? And how had he gotten his powers? 

Tony let out a groan of annoyance as questions swarmed him, but no answers. He opened a new tab and this time searched up Peter's name, once again getting no results. 

He tried to find out where Peter lived so that he could keep an eye on him, just to see what he did on an average day. But still, no results came up. 

Tony buried his face in his hands before picking up his phone, scrolling through his contacts to find Peter's number. He paused at the Avengers group chat, wondering if anything important was going on in there, only to find out that Clint was talking about waffles being extremely fit pancakes. 

He ignored those messages and found the kid's number. 

"Great," grinned Tony, cracking his fingers. 

He tried to hack into the kid's phone to find his location, but the moment he pressed enter, his white screen immediately turned into a daunting red, blaring out the following words: 

You do not have permission to access this information 

"What?" Tony asked, taken aback. He watched the red screen fade back into white and determinedly, he tried hacking in another way, only for another message to pop up: 

You do not have permission to access this information 

If there is a problem, please text the following number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Tony snorted. "Sure, yeah," he said mockingly. "'Hey, Peter, I want to know where you live. I know I kind of kidnapped you, but would you mind telling me your address? Thanks, xoxo, Tony.'" 

This time, he tried a more advanced way. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but his best guess was that the kid himself had made sure that his phone couldn't be traced, or hacked into, which was pretty impressive for a sixteen year old. 

Again, the red screen, this time with chilling words, written by Peter Parker himself. 

Dear Mr. Stark, stop meddling with my life. Thanks, Peter. 

Words: 700

Yuup, got nothing to say here. 

Idk. 

*cue awkward pause* 

It's super weird because I'm writing chapters all at once (like I just finished chapter six like fifteen minutes ago and it's actually March 18 today—) so I don't have anything new to say? Because basically I just talked to you guys, lol 

Anywayyy yeah...see you in the next chapter!

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