In a world where superheroes have switched sides, you are found in the mix.
Your family was the best defenders for the world against the evil that would strike. One villain, in particular, being Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man. With choices...
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We got up to our room and Peter was sitting on the bed while I was sitting in a chair in the corner.
"So we have to act like we actually like each other. I know you don't like that but it will keep Mr. Stark off our backs. Okay?"
"Whatever. I just don't want to be here." I responded. It was true my life was terrible here so far. I didn't want to be here forever and that was a fact but I also knew that it I was alive that I would be here.
"Y/N! We have to take this serious. Mr. Stark will not be happy if this doesn't work out." He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Why do you call him Mr. Stark? Why not Tony or even Stark?" I asked gazing out the tall window in front of me. If I'm being honest I really wasn't paying attention to what he had said before. I practically missed it.
"Because when I started working for him I was 15 and he was my superior and I was still a nice, polite guy I guess."
"What happened to that guy?" I asked curious about his past. I wanted to know everything there was to know about him. Especially his weaknesses.
"I am not going to talk about that with a person a barely know." He snapped back. I rolled my eyes while still keeping my focus on the skyline outside. It was the closest that I will get to actually being able to leave this place again and I was going to take it. I wanted to be able to reach out and touch the stars. Maybe even live on one or on a planet near one.
"EARTH TO Y/N! LOOK AT ME!" He stands right in front of me waving his hands in my face.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"I said that you need to get your fucking crap together in here before Mr. Stark comes in and finds your stuff on the floor. I promise you that you don't want to deal with him. I'm ruthless but he is extremely worse so watch your back." He said. I got up from my spot and grabbed the bag that was laying on the floor full of my things from my home. I walked towards the closet.
I started to put things away and then Peter got a call. He looked at the phone in his hand huffed.
"I need to take this. Will you be fine in here by yourself?" He asked. He kind of sounded concerned.
"Yeah, I mean you did leave me in here for three fucking hours earlier. I think I'll be fine." I replied.
"Okay." He said and answered the phone. He stepped outside the door and then I heard footsteps walk down the hallway.
I finished putting away my clothes and other things and made my way to the bed. If I'm being honest I am exhausted. I could barely take another step until I reach the bed. I flung myself onto it and decided that I was just going to sleep.
{Peter's Pov}
I heard my phone go off. I looked at the caller ID.
