Tony Stark's Assassin

Spider Thirty One

Peter's POV

"Tony Stark was never my father. I have no reason to not kill him, he has no reason for helping me. I honestly don't see why you're trying, cause no matter what the hell you do Peter, I am not, I repeat, I am not going back to New York. Get that through your thick ass head Peter." She grabbed her bag and walked off, leaving me there stuck to the wall.

I tried to holler after her, but she slowly went out of sight. I pulled and pulled against the stars she threw at me.

"Peter, it seems like you're going through a struggle. Would you like me to call Tony?"
"No, I have to get Rose-"
"But Peter, it doesn't seem like you are going to be convincing her to go back with you any time soon. I don't think that she's going to be convinced. Tony is still trying to figure out where you are."
"Can't I just swing to New York?"
"No. Some parts of states are just desert and you would most likely run out of web before you even reach New York."
I pulled against the stars one more time before sighing. "Yeah. Call Mr Stark."

A few rings later, Mr Stark answered. "Hello?" He asked, his voice sounding drained as if he hadn't slept in weeks.

"Mr Stark? I need you to pick me up-"

"Where the hell are you?! All I've heard from you is that you're fine!"

"I'm in California."

"What the hell are you doing in Cali?"

"I wanted to get Rose to come back."
There was a pause. "Kid, I love that you want to help Rose, but there is no way how you could get her to come back. She doesn't have the right mind-set. Where are you in California."

"Um, I am in an alleyway stuck to the wall."

"Why are you stuck on the wall?"

"Cause this is where I followed Rose and she shot a bunch of stars at me and now I'm stuck on the wall."

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Just stay put."

"I can't do anything but that Mr Stark."

"Right."

A/N

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