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Part 31

at stark towers
peter's pov:

Well, I'd been standing outside of the tower for 15 minutes now. My intention was to get there half an hour earlier so I could have a sense of what I was going to be doing, but apparently my body wasn't agreeing with my mind.

My feet were stuck, my gaze was glued to the gigantic sign, and my mind was racing. I was quickly spiralling out of control and panic was digging its claws into my lungs.

what if i'm not good enough? what if i mess up? what if they fire me? omg what if accidentally create a bomb and the fbi arrest me? i can't go to jail! they'd eat me alive and then i'd have no choice but to use my spider powers for evil-

The vibrations of my phone was a rude awakening from my anxiety.
'God I can't even panic in peace' I thought, opening my phone

Mr Grammar
Hey Kiddo!
Today's the big day, you excited?

I smiled down at my phone, Mr Grammar and his perfect timing, snapped me out of my spiralling.

peter:
hey Mr Grammar!!!!
i'm um good
excited?

Mr Grammar
Is that a question?

peter
well no
i'm excited
but i'm also a little nervous
i feel like i've waited my whole life for an opportunity like this
i can't mess it up

Mr Grammar
I see
Honestly it's good that you care so much, it means you'll probably be really good at the job
and it's ok to be nervous
It's a part of life

peter
i bet your never nervous

Mr Grammar
Are you kidding?
I'm always nervous
Almost every time I leave my house
And any time you leave the house
Especially considering the way we first met

peter
awwww i knew you cared about me

Mr Grammar
Hmmm now I don't think I said that

peter
yeah yeah you don't want to sound like a pedophile
will you still care if i get fired?

Mr Grammar
Peter!
You're not gonna get fired, you're too smart for that
... and yes I will still care

peter
thanks Mr Grammar!
this was exactly what i needed to hear

Mr Grammar:
Of course that's what I'm here for kid

peter
ok i think i'm gonna go in now
see ya Mr Grammar

Mr Grammar:
Where?

Chuckling, I placed my phone back in my pocket. Suddenly this longing hit me, a feeling I hadn't felt since a dark night after Uncle Ben died. I wanted someone to care for me, someone who I could call after a bad day, and who'd give me advice. Being alone was something I thought would become more comfortable with time, but suddenly my shirt was too tight and my heart hollow.
Unfortunately all life had given me was an aunt who hated me and father figures who didn't stay. I'd be fine though, I always was. At least my friends were the best and Mr Grammar had taken a liking to me. Not too sure why though. If there's one thing I know for certain, no one is guaranteed to stick around and that's ok. If I'm alone for the rest of my life I'll survive.