Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 42: Claw Machine, Skeevy Guy, She-Behemoth and the Trapster

Chapter 42: Claw Machine, Skeevy Guy, She-Behemoth, and the Trapster

Have you ever been quietly reading in your room, and then your parent just comes barging in? Yeah see, that's never happened to me, but here's my case. I've been up for several hours now, I got ready, wasn't hungry so I stayed in my room. I got bored, so rather go bother other people I sat down to read. 20 minutes into my book, my "parent" comes interrupting. Except the parent is Tony Stark, and he's pounding the living shit out of my door. I grudgingly sig, rolling my eyes, taking note of the page and close my book, leaving it on my bed as I get up and open the door.

"What?" I say, annoyed, opening the door to a Mr. Mechanics McGee holding a hanger with a cover over it.

"Oh good, you're awake." He says walking right past me.

"You know I'd say something about you just barging I, but it's your tower."

"At least someone gets it." He mumbles laying out the bag. "Okay Handsy, I have a surprise for you." He says turning around and clapping his hands together. I look at him skeptically taking several steps closer.

"What..." I say, glancing at the bag. He gestures to it and I cautiously take the zipper and slowly pull it down. I was expecting, but it was not a brand spanking new suit. "Tony, what the hell is this?" I ask looking back to him.

"You have the equipment, title, all you needed was the look. Although, I was a huge fan of the little dress you'd parade around in." He says, making me smile.

"This is incredible, thank you." I say looking back to the new costume. All black, with dark blue detailing. Sleek black pants, and a matching tank top. Simple. I like it.

"Why don't you go try it on, I approximated size." Tony says taking the clothes off the hanger and handing them to me.

"Excuse me Miss, I do believe you are forgetting some items." I hear a terrible British accent (was he impersonating Jarvis?) behind me. I turn to see Peter walking through the door with a box filled with my new gear, and him wearing the helmet. He sets the box down on my bed and looks at me, or so I'm assuming. I can't really see his face.

"So I guess that test runs happening now." I say looking through the box. "Okay gimme." I say to Peter gesturing to the helmet.

"I don't know, I kinda like it." He says walking away from me.

"Yeah, but Metal Head made it for me." I say following him.

"What if I want it?" He counters.

"Then you ask for your own. Or make it! You're a fricken' genius." I say.

"True. But I like this one." He flips back and onto the ram of my bed.

Tony snickers, walking out saying, "Tell me how this ends." I wave him off, looking up at Peter as he stands, perfectly balanced on the slim frame. Friggin' show off...

"Says you." He responds to what I thought was in my head.

"Dude, come on give me my helmet." I say, folding my arms.

"Oh look," Peter says in a high pitched girly voice walking around the frame. "I'm Viper and I'm stubborn, sarcastic and sassy and I think Spider Man is the greatest, strongest, most handsome superhero."

"Alright, I'm gonna start throwing stuff." I say picking up a pillow.

"I used to be bad, but now I'm good and live with the Avengers." Peter continues. I chuck the pillow at him, but he easily dodges it, jumping back to the ground in front me. Before he can get away from me, I grab the helmet, putting him in a headlock.