Spiderkid

Toys and Air Vents: 二

(BTW my dudes, I moved the Good and Evil stuff to my other book, so don't try to find it here. I just felt like it was taking up too much room and it was a random block of annoying so byEE.

Recap: Peter hasn't seen Pepper in months and Tony has been dodging the subject. He is supposedly going to see her on Saturday, but he still doesn't know whats wrong...)

Peter swung through the city, humming to himself as he left his school far behind. That Friday had seemed especially long, his anticipation eating away at him. He hadn't realized how much he had missed Pepper until he had noticed her absence. Wow, he was a terrible son/friend/intern/whatever-he-was-to-her. 

His backpack sagged on his shoulders as he came to an abrupt stop on the side of the tower. Whoops, forgot to tell Aunt May I was going to the tower for the weekend...again...I'm sure she won't mind. 

He shrugged it off and shifted his backpack before crawling his way to his special window or - as he liked to call it - the Peter door. He webbed his bag high on the wall without thinking about it and crawled across the ceiling to the kitchen. Predictably, Steve was by the sink, washing off a sparkling plate. Peter smothered a snicker when he noticed the first Avenger humming to himself. Steve swished his hips back and forth as he hummed a tune blissfully and put the dish away. 

"Peter, I know you're there," Steve told him casually, eyes half closed, back facing the arachnid. 

Peter choked in surprise and embarrassment before he dropped to the ground twisting his hands together. "Hehe...was I interrupting something?"

Steve narrowed his eyes at the ceiling after giving Peter his usual kind smile. "Clint. Get out."

"But why though?" Clint's muffled voice complained from somewhere in the wall. Peter whipped his head all over the room for, looking for vents, but saw none. Where was his voice coming from then? The refrigerator? My sources say no, his mental magic 8 ball told him. Wow, thanks for that, self, real helpful.

"Hey, Steve, do you know where Tony is?" Peter caught the super soldier's attention back. Steve shrugged.

"Probably in the lab, if I had to guess."

"Cool, thanks!" Peter tossed his mask aside and strode for the elevator.

"Peter," Steve's doubtful voice came from behind him. "You might want to change first."

The teen glanced down before remembering that he was still in his costume. "Oh yeah...probably."

Steve and Clint chuckled as Peter backtracked to his bedroom to quickly shower and change. He finished in record time in his excitement to find the billionaire and hopefully his fiance. 

In his distracted mood, he didn't notice the cardboard box laying in the hall until he was tripping over it. Of course his powers warned him, but they weren't helpful seeing as he was already stumbling over. His foot ripped into the box as he crashed roughly to the ground, barley catching himself before his jaw hit the tile of the hallway.

He groaned and glanced over at the shredded lid of the cardboard. Mr. Stark is going to kill me for breaking his stu...

The thought trailed to a stop as something rolled out of the box. A blue play block tumbled to a stop when coming in contact with his shoe. It was one of those toys you would find in a daycare for toddlers and, Peter noticed as his gaze traveled slowly to the box, there was obviously a whole set of them.

"Why would Tony Stark need baby toys?" Peter murmured to himself as he crawled over to sneak a peak inside. The whole thing was filled with similar things. Toy cars. Pacifiers. A colorful Iron-Man themed teddy bear. What the heckedy heck?