CAR RADIO [PETER PARKER]

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(I'm writing about what happened in Queens mostly because it'll make sense later on)

Tony had arrived in Queens and quickly found the house he was searching for. He waited with May until Peter Parker got home. She had cooked for him, and he absolutely hated it. But, to be polite, he pretended to like it.

The door opened, and Peter walked in. "Hey, May."

"Hey. How was school today?" She asked him.

"Okay. This crazy car parked outside." He stopped himself when he noticed the man sitting on the couch.

"Mr Parker." Tony said.

"Uhm, what? What are you doing- hey, uhm, I'm-I'm Peter." he stuttered out.

"Tony."

"What are you-what are you doing here?" He asked Tony.

"It's about time we met. You've been getting my emails, right?" Tony replied, adding a wink at the end.

"Yeah." Peter stuttered. "Regarding the..."

"You didn't even tell me about the grant." May told him.

"About the grant." Peter filled in.

"The September foundation. Remember when you applied?" Tony asked him.

"Yeah..." Peter trailed off.

"I approved. So, now, we're in business." Tony finished.

"You didn't even tell me anything, what's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?" May asked Peter.

"Well, I just... I know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know... Anyway, what did I apply for?"

"That's what I'm here to answer. It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt." Tony said, looking at May.

"Yeah, well we come in all shapes and sizes, you know." May chuckled.

Tony complimented her on the bread.

"Let me stop you right there. Is this grant money involved or whatever, no?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, it is pretty well funded. Look who you're talking to. Could I have five minutes with him?" He directed the last part to May.

They walked into Peter's room. Tony locked the door and walked to the trash can, spitting the bread out.

"Oh, what do we have here? Retro tech, huh? Thrift store? Salvation Army?" Tony asked, inspecting Peter's computer.

"Uh, the garbage actually." Peter said.

"You're a dumpster diver." Tony stated.

"Yeah, I was... anyway, look, I definitely did not apply for your grant-"

"Uh, uh, me first. Quick question of the rhetorical variety. That's you, right?" Tony brought up the video of the spider-like boy.

"Uhm, no..."

"Yeah. Look at you go. Wow, nice catch, three thousand pounds, forty miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills." Tony told the boy.

"That's-that's all on YouTube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found it. Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on a computer. It's like that video..." Peter trailed off.

Tony pushed the roof up slightly, making the clothes come down. Peter grabbed them and hid them in the closet.

"So, you're the spider-ling. Crime fighting spider? You're spider-boy?" Tony asked.

"I'm Spider-Man." Peter announced.

"Not in that onsie, you're not." Tony huffed.

"It's not a onsie," Peter stated. Tony pulled out the costume again as Peter talked about how much of a great day he had.

"Who else knows? Anybody?" Tony asked him.

He shook his head. "Nobody."

"Not even your unusually attractive aunt?" Tony sat down.

"No. No. No. If she knew she would freak out, and when she freaks out, I freak out." Peter said.

"You know what I think is really cool? This webbing." Tony threw something at Peter, who caught it with ease. "Textile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

"I did." Peter replied, throwing it back into the closet.

"Climbing the walls. How are you doing that? Adhesive gloves?" Tony asked again.

"It's a long story. I was, uhm..."

"Lord! Can you even see in these?" Tony asked, holding up the glasses, making a weird sound.

"Yes. Yes, I can. I can see in those, okay? It's just that when whatever happened happened, it's like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There's way too much input, so they just kind of help me focus."

"You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom. That's why I'm here." Tony stated. "Why are you doing this? I got to know, what's your MO? What gets you out of that twin bed in the morning?" Tony asked.

"Because... Because I've been me my whole and I've had these powers for six months. I read books, I build computers, and yeah I would love to play football, but I couldn't then so I shouldn't now." He explained.

"Sure, because you're different."

"Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. Look, when you can do these things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen. They happen because of you." Peter sighed.

"So, you want to look out for the little guy, you want to do your part, make the world a better place, right?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, yeah, just looking out for the little guy." he nodded. "That's what it is."

Tony stood up. "I'm going to sit here, so you move your leg." Peter moved his leg and Tony sat down next to him. "You got a passport?"

"No, I don't even have a drivers license." He admitted.

"Have you ever been to Germany?" Tony asked the boy, who shook his head. "Oh, you'll love it!"

"I can't go to Germany!" Peter exclaimed.

"Why?" Tony asked him.

"I've got homework." Peter said.

Tony rolled his eyes. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Okay, let's try a different strategy. If you come with me to Germany, you'll get a date with a beautiful girl I know."

"What?"

"Here, I'll show you a picture." Tony held out his phone and showed the boy a picture of Nikolina.

Peter's eyes went wide as he looked at the picture. "What, her? There's no way she would go out with someone like me..."

"Like you?" Tony asked.

"Yeah. Poor, dumpster diver, you know." he placed his hands in his lap.

"First of all, she isn't very rich. And believe it or not, but she doesn't get all the guys. She's very lonely. Beware, though, she has a very thick accent."