Home Again

Chapter 5

Peter was sat on the edge of a building eating pizza and scrolling through a research paper when he sensed something behind him. Leaving one leg hanging off the edge he turned to see Falcon soaring through the sky and when he seemed to notice Peter he diverted his path toward the building. Peter saw his wings were new and unpainted, somewhat larger and more slender than his old ones. When he landed on the roof and they sank into his back they weren't contained to the jet pack on his back, instead it now had the tips of his wings extending from it.

"Hey, Bugeyes," Sam said with a smirk, pulling back goggles.

Peter threw up a hand while the other held a slice of pizza. "Birdbrain."

Sam snickered. "Shouldn't you be at gymboree?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "That's Tuesdays."

"What are you doing up here?" He asked glancing at the pizza box sitting on the edge of the building.

"Refueling," Peter answered, stuffing the last quarter of his pizza into his mouth as he got to his feet. "What about you?"

"Testing new gear to accommodate for the extra weight," Sam said pulling the circular shield from his back.

Peter's brow rose as he moved closer. "Wow. He gave you the shield. Congrats, man."

"Thanks. Steve's been trying to teach me his tricks but it turns out they're a bit tougher when you're not a super soldier," Sam said with a laugh.

"I always assumed there was some some kind of tech behind it," Peter said flicking the shield and hearing the vibranium ring briefly. "Some kind of guiding system linked to a neural sensor you wear, kind of like my armor." As an example he reformed and collapsed his mask without moving. "You should try something like that."

Sam arched his brow and nodded. "I'll look into it. Thanks. kid."

"Anytime," Peter said with a shrug.

"How's that thing not flying off the building?" he asked pointing to the pizza box.

With a glance over his shoulder Peter answered, "Webbed the bottom."

Sam snorted and motioned to the city. "You know we're in the city now. You should swing by sometime. I know cap was talking about bringing you to train with us."

"I could train with Captain America?" Peter asked with a laugh at how weird his life was.

"Well, probably not him," Sam said with a shrug, "not unless you want to get your ass kicked by a geriatric."

Peter chuckled and nodded. "My schedule is pretty packed most days, but I can come by on the weekend. Is Saturday cool?"

Sam lowered his goggled saying, "I'll let them know to hide the Raid."

"I'm a spider, man," Peter groused as Sam strode toward the edge of the building, "not a roach."

"Later, kid," Sam said while his wings shot out behind him.

"Later, Captain Falcon," he called out with a wave.

Sam cast a glance over his shoulder, smirking at Peter before he leapt off the building, his jets kicking in and carrying him through the air. While his pizza box stood firm, the bottle of soda beside it flew off the building. Peter quickly shot a web to catch it and pull it into his hand, sighing as he uncapped it and took a drink. "Some people."

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Peter set the Iron Spider Armor pod into a dock which recharged and cleaned it while pulling on the first suit Stark made for him. He packed some spare clothes and exercise clothes he bought into a backpack which he slung over his shoulders while calling out, "I'm leaving, May!"