The ghost they search for XP

Just a normal Tuesday

A/N: I am pretty tired at this point... so no basic idea, just me going with the flow after I really wanted to create a spidy fic..... XD Please be patient with me, I am probably writing this in the middle of the night and being quite dead... :)... so don't expect to much.

Spidy's Point of view till said otherwise!!!!

I clung to the side of Stark Tower, a perfect advantage point to break in to the tower and grab what I needed. Essy peasy lemon squeezy, nothing should be easier than that for sure. Or at least that's what I told myself as the wind whipped around me, threatening to yank me off the side of the building. Noooo biggy. I am a spider, I stick, I can't get off a building like that this easily but you know what I can... I CAN FREEZE because that wind... damn that wind was strong and cold.

Anyways, not that I was worried; Spider-Man doesn't fall. 

He never does!

And if I do... no one saw that happening... or it was intentionally.

Okay, maybe I've fallen a couple of times, but those don't count! 

Besides, today I was on a mission—just another day in the life of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Alright, Peter, you've got this. Just sneak in, grab the tech, and get out before anyone notices you were even here.

Damn... and now I need to pep talk myself....

How low I've fallen.....whelp, never got out of that ditch anyways, no need to think that high of myself.

I nodded to myself, clinging to the wall like a very sticky, slightly anxious spider, while Stark Tower loomed above me like an oversized, shiny metal toothpick. A toothpick filled with super-powered people, dangerous gadgets, and probably the world's most advanced security system. 

But hey, no biggie. 

Just a regular Tuesday for me.

I peered through one of the many windows, trying to figure out where Tony kept his stash of cool toys. The Avengers were likely hanging out somewhere inside, being all heroic and stuff, probably debating what to order for lunch. "

Shawarma again?

Or maybe a giant pizza with a side of world-saving....

Ah I am more for diabolic spicy wolrd chaos burrito.

Carefully, I slid one of the windows open just a crack, enough to hear a bit of what was going on inside. From what I could tell, the team was already deep into what sounded like a heated debate.

Tony: I'm telling you, Bruce, there's no way Hulk could bench press Mjölnir. It's a matter of enchantment, not strength!

Bruce: But if Hulk was mad enough, wouldn't he just—?

I stifled a laugh. This was gold. I had to hear more.

Clint: Guys, we've been over this. The hammer's a magical object with rules. It doesn't care about muscle.

Natasha: I'm just saying, if we ever need Hulk to wield it, maybe we should ask Thor for some kind of loophole.

Thor: There is no loophole! Only the worthy may lift Mjölnir. Hulk is strong, yes, but he does not possess the qualities needed to—

I pressed my face against the glass, trying not to giggle. 

Oh man, this was better than TV. I almost forgot why I was here—right, I had to steal... I mean, borrow something.

Focus, Pete. 

Just in and out, like a spider-ninja.

Slipping inside the tower, I stuck to the shadows, moving with the kind of grace that would make a cat burglar jealous. Oh how I liked to be fancy and descirbe myself to be fancy too instead of just clumsy and crawling around. I mean, who else can sneak around a building full of the world's greatest heroes without tripping over their own feet? 

(Answer: definitely not me, but I was doing okay so far).

I made my way down the hall, and just as I was about to round the corner, I heard the faintest sound of footsteps—uh oh, someone was coming. Quickly, I plastered myself against the wall, blending in like the wallflower I was at school dances. 

Please don't be Captain America, please don't be Captain America...

The footsteps got closer, and I held my breath. Then I heard the voice of none other than Tony Stark himself.

Tony:  Alright, JARVIS, what's the status on that new toy I've been working on?

JARVIS: It's in the lab, sir. Shall I prepare it for testing?

Tony: Nah, I think I'll just mess around with it later. Might even give it a test run myself—see if I can give the webhead a run for his money and finally get that little bastard.

I almost choked. 

Tony wanted to challange me?!?

 What was he going to do next, swing around New York and steal my whole shtick? 

The guy's got enough hobbies already.

As Tony's footsteps started to vanish, I let out a relieved breath I didn't realize I was holding. 

Okay, that was close. 

Too close. 

And now I had a new goal: get to the lab and grab those toys before Tony turns into Iron Spider or something and besides if he wanted to give me a run for my money, why should I not give that favor back?

I continued creeping through the tower, every step careful and quiet. I finally made it to the lab, my spider-sense tingling as I opened the door. The room was filled with all kinds of gadgets and tech—half of it probably dangerous, the other half definitely dangerous. And there, sitting on the workbench, was the some kind of prototype. 

Bingo.

I quickly grabbed it, inspecting it with a grin.

Me: Looks like Christmas came early. I'll just take this for a quick spin—purely for research, of course.

But just as I was about to leave, I heard a familiar voice right behind me.

Tony: You know, if you wanted to borrow my toys, you could've just asked.

I froze. Slowly, I turned around to see Tony leaning casually in the doorway, arms crossed, with that trademark smirk on his face. 

AH DANG IT!

Busted.

Me: Uh... hey, Mr. Stark. I was just, uh, testing the security? Yeah, making sure everything's top-notch. You passed, by the way.

Tony raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Besides why would he do that? He didn't even know me! Well... yet!

Tony: And here I thought you were here to invite me to your next web-swinging session or hand yourself in. Either one of that.

I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

Me: Yeah, well, I figured you were busy, what with saving the world and all. But, uh, if you're free...?

Tony: You've got guts, kid, I'll give you that. But next time, let's skip the sneaking around and go straight to handing yoursel in part before it hurts you.