On the run

Tony Stark

Weeks passed. Maybe a month. I snuck a small phone that only had the news on it. Crime was picking up in New York. And everyone is wondering where Spider-Man is. Little to their knowledge, he is right here. In this center. Not able to get out. And I probably won't ever.

The workers don't know who I am though. They don't know that I'm Spider-Man. I don't want them to know. Cause if they did, they would take away everything about Spider Man and i wouldn't see it again.

They brought me a book so I've been reading that. It's called Spirit Gate. Their food sucks, but on some days I'll eat it cause it's something I can stand. Breakfast is always good though. You choose your cereal and you get to choose if you want milk or not. I normally go without milk. So I at least always have one meal a day.

I woke up about ten minutes before the food slot opened. I got out of bed and walked over to the door. The options were golden grams, corn flakes, Cheerios, or Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Uh... I'll have golden grams."

"With it without milk?"

"Without."

They poured a big bowl of the cereal and handed it over to me. I took it and they closed the door. I went back to the bed and got back under the covers and ate my cereal while reading the book.

In case if you were wondering, they did give me pjs and a change of clothes. So I only have four shirts, three pants, and a light jacket. And obviously boxers and socks.

I finished my cereal about three long chapters later. I put the bowl on my desk and hopped back on my bed and continued to read. Hours later, I put the book on my desk next to my bowl and laid on the floor by my bed, staring at the wall.

There isn't much to do. All I do everyday is read, eat, stare, and do a small workout. But other than that, I can't really do much.

"Parker, there's someone to see you." A voice said through the intercoms.

I bet it's the boss of this place. He usually comes to check if your room is clean. Mine is pretty clean. I would just have to make my bed.

The door opened and a man in a suit came in. I looked up. It was Tony Stark. Why is Tony Stark here? I quickly stood up.

"Peter Parker. For seven months you stayed on the streets not getting caught by CPS, but yet here you are. And while you were on the streets, these videos kept showing up. Odd."

He flicked his phone and a screen popped open. A video played. A Spider-Man video played. A pang of longing went through my chest. But how did he know it was me? Wait, he doesn't exactly know it's me yet. He's just making assumptions.

"That's you isn't it?"

"No. That's not-that's not me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know that's all done on the computers right?"

"Nice catch! 4,026 pounds, going 60 miles per hour. You've got some skills."

"That's not-that's not- that's not me."

"Alright." He threw something at me and without looking I caught it. "Nice reflexes."

"Thanks."

"What's in your bag?"

"What bag?"

"That you keep opening but don't take anything out. That bag."

"How do you know I have a bag?"

"Im Tony Stark. I can access any security footage at any time." I gulped. He flicked his phone again. It was me sitting on the bed on my first night here. "What's that red cloth?"

"It's nothing."

He went over to my bag that was sitting on the desk. He started to open it up. I aimed at the camera and shot web at it to cover up the screen.

Tony pulled out my suit and held my goggles up to his face.

"Lordy, can you even see out of these?"

I grabbed my bag and suit, shoving it back in the bag. "Yes. Yes I can see out of them. Okay? I can see out of them." I sat on my bed with my bag in my lap. Tony sat on my bed next to me.

"How do you do it? Climb walls? Sticky gloves?"

"No."

"Who manufactures the web?"

"I do. I did. And I just used up all I had left."

"What's your motive?" He asked.

"You mean before I got locked up in this place?"

"Yeah. What got you out of your bed every morning."

I thought for a second. "I've had these powers for ten months. And when you're able to do the things I can... the bad things happen. They happen because of you. I mean, yeah, I would love to play football, but I can't."

"You can't cause you're different."

"Exactly."

There was a long pause. He put his hand on my shoulder. "You ever been on a plane?"

"What? No." I laughed nervously.

"You ever been to Germany?"

"What? Germany? What does that-what does that have to do with anything?"

"You want to get out of here, right? Even if it is going to be for a week?"

"Uh Yeah. But how-"

"Just say that you signed up for one of my intern jobs and I accepted. I'll send Happy to pick you up tomorrow around... 2:30. He's gonna take you shopping for some better clothes and whatever you want to buy." He said standing up and walking to the door.

"Are you-are you sure? Why am I even going to Germany?"

"To help me."

"Help you do what?"

He turned around and smirked. "Don't worry about it. You'll be fine."

A few seconds later the door opened and closed, the lock turning. I sat there stunned. A few minutes later the food door opened and I grabbed the bowl. It looked disgusting. I went to the toilet and flushed it down. I set the bowl on the desk inside my cereal bowl.

I was leaving to Germany with Tony Stark for a whole week? This was amazing! And I get to buy anything I want tomorrow? This is... this is awesome!