Spider-Man | Doesn't Need Help

CHAPTER 24

  Pov: Tony Stark.

  "Okay, FRIDAY, now add…"

  "Tony." I was interrupted by a very familiar voice behind me.

  Stopping what I was doing, I turned to my assistant, Pepper Potts.

  The blonde woman, clearly pleased that I had immediately given her my attention, smiled pleasantly.

  "Nick Furry would like to see you.  After hearing only that name, I didn't want to anymore.

  I looked at Poots with a resigned look, but even that didn't seem to faze her in any way.

  "I'll be right back." After my words, the woman left.

  And to think that our relationship used to be… Well, we were pretty close.

  I locked all my devices and then headed to the room where I always received important guests from outside.

  What could this pirate want from me, I haven't talked to him in a long time. I haven't really talked to many of the Avengers, you could say we lost contact after the last action with Rogers.

  I reluctantly entered the appropriate room, immediately noticing a dark-skinned, bald man with a black patch over his left eye.

  "Welcome to the famous Iron-man." He began in his hard voice.

  Maintaining my politeness, I took a few more steps towards him to shake his hand.

  'Hello. What brings the famous Nick Furry to me?" I asked straight to the point, mocking him a bit and not wanting to prolong it unnecessarily.

  Seriously, I had a lot of other important things to do that my assistant couldn't do for me. And instead of doing that, I have to stand there and talk to him.

  "I have a case."

  "I guessed."

  There was silence for a moment, during which Furry, with his arms crossed, dressed in black as always, looked directly at me.

  "Have you heard about this new hero in New York?" I frowned slightly, tilting my head slightly to the right. "His name is Spider-Man."

  A hologram appeared in front of me showing a recording of someone in a red and blue suit, with a similarly colored mask on his face. He was shooting something like a web from his wrists, in order to, as I had long known, stop a train. I had heard something about this event, but somehow I never really got interested in it. So watching this "spider-man" guy stop a train weighing many tons, and going at certainly over three hundred per hour, was something.

  "Not bad, who is he?" I asked, a little curious as to who he was.

  'And that's exactly why I'm here." I raised one eyebrow slightly, looking at him questioningly. "I'd like you to stop by and talk to him, and then ask him to..."

  "No. I'm not going to get involved in that."

  "Why?"

  "I’m not getting involved with some kid." I folded my arms across my chest.

  Did he really think I'd fucking get involved with some kid who plays superhero, even though what he did was actually something. If so, he's dead wrong. I told him a year ago that I was quitting all that crap.

  "How do you know it's a child?" I involuntarily rolled my eyes, zooming in on his silhouette.

  "Maybe not a child, but not someone over 30," I replied, to which I knew Nick had to agree.

  There was a moment of silence while my guest turned off the hologram and put the device that displayed it in his pocket.

  "What's the harm, Stark?"

  "Why don't you do it yourself?" And so, in this way, I asked the key question.

  If he was so keen to find out who this man was, why didn't he just go and talk to him or send his men?

  "Because you're the Iron Man he'd most like to talk to, you know that. And since, as you say, you're a kid, even more so." How much I sometimes hated it when people had a really reasonable excuse.

  It seems reasonable, but I had the impression that he simply didn't want to, and wanted to use me here and involve me in something.

  "Okay," I finally agreed, very reluctantly. "I'll take care of that spider," I said, before gesturing to Furry to leave.

  "Thank you. It was a pleasure talking to you." He scoffed as he left.

  We both got into the elevator, with the difference that my unwanted guest got off much faster than I did. I went down to the floor where the people who usually had to do what I had to do because I didn't feel like it.

  I didn't really feel like running around the city looking for this Spider-boy guy. That's why I was going there.

  "Good morning Mr. Stark. How can I help you?" The short, brunette asked pleasantly.

  I leaned one hand on the cabinet next to me.

  "I need you to do whatever it takes to find Spider-Man, you know?"

  "Oh yeah! He saved my friend on the train about a month ago," she said, getting excited.

  I nodded in understanding.

  "That's great. Will you sort it out?"

  "Of course, Mr. Stark."

  "Thanks a lot." I smiled pleasantly with my trademark smile.

  After telling her exactly what she needed to do, I said my goodbyes and left to go back to the elevator and then to my lab.

  I returned to what I was doing, forgetting what I had agreed to fifteen minutes ago.