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

nine

Mr. Stark 

hey kid

y can't i hack u

ik kids like u r always on their phones so stop ignoring me

kid

kid

kid

kid

Parker

Peter Parker

Spiderling

Spiderboy

Peter read the messages and let out a sigh, throwing his phone against his pillows. He rested his palms against his eyes, feeling the cold metal of his webshooters against his cheeks. He didn't want to respond. He didn't want to risk getting anyone in danger ever again. 

A couple minutes later, Karen broke the silence, her voice light with amusement. "Peter, it seems that Mr. Stark has called you a 'spiderbaby'." 

Peter shot up. "He did not!" he exclaimed, opening his phone to find out that, yes, in fact, Tony Stark did call him 'Spiderbaby'. 

Peter Parker 

Spider-Man 

Tony Stark

Finally! 

And no, you're definitely not a man 

have you seen your face? 

Peter Parker 

I stopped being a kid a long time ago, Mr. Stark

There was no response on Tony's end, so Peter put away his phone, pulling out his textbook. His GED's were drawing near and he was a little nervous for them, even though Karen kept on assuring him that he would be fine. 

He reviewed chemistry, going over things like molar mass and Avogadro's number. That had a lot of calculations that he had committed to memory such a long time ago, around the end of middle school. 

He had probably been studying for an hour when sirens blared out in the street, startling Peter slightly. He got up and stretched, hearing his back crack as he walked to his window, shoving the curtains open just as three police cars zoomed by. 

His fingers itched as they always did whenever he heard the sound of sirens. He hadn't been Spider-Man in so long, but after years of being the vigilante, he had the urge to jump out of a window and save the day. 

But he couldn't do that anymore. 

And that made him feel so selfish. 

"What's going on, anyway, Karen?" Peter asked out of nowhere, knowing that his AI would know. 

"Robbery on 54th Street," Karen replied instantly. "You know the bank on that street?" 

"Yeah." 

"Live footage is showing that the robber has been detained." 

"Okay." Peter let out a sigh of relief. "Good." 

He went back to studying chemistry, chewing on the end of his pencil as he read along, spending the rest of the night wide awake, unable to sleep, though he wasn't entirely sure why. 

***

"PETER, IT'S NINE O'CLOCK," KAREN informed him, bringing him out of his physics-daze. Some time in the night, Peter had switched from chemistry to physics, having gotten annoyed at the long calculations for converting things from amu to grams or whatever the heck was going on. 

(He understood the topic, but it didn't mean that he liked it.) 

"Thanks, Karen." He smiled and stretched, hearing his back crack. Then he got up and picked up his charging phone, seeing a new text message from Mr. Stark—a question to Peter's previous statement from the night before.  

Tony Stark 

how so? 

Peter Parker 

i cant tell you, mr stark

"Peter," Karen's voice suddenly cut in. "I suggest you leave and take the next bus, or else you'll be late for your shift." 

Peter walked over to his tiny fridge, opening it, seeing nothing but a jug of milk and a couple of fruits—that were slowly turning bad—and sighed. "When's the next bus, Karen?" 

"In two minutes, Peter." 

"Karen!"

Words: 570 

Pretty boring, I know, and I'm sorry :(( 

The chapters are really tiny too, I just realized that, but hey...updates are every two days, so...

Yeah! 

Haidlyn <3