"Ah my lovely daughter." My dad says as he comes into our overly extravagant kitchen a scared little boy trailing behind him. Well he wasn't actually a little boy, he was maybe my age. The reason I call him a little boy is all in his body language, he carries himself like a naïve child. Anyone could see his childishness from a mile away. He was quite obvious, exceptionally easy to read. Wears all his emotions on his face, he has his heart on his sleeve, he's bright eyed and bushy-tailed. Whichever analogy you prefer, he fits them all.
"What." I say continuing to make my cereal not looking at them any longer.
"Mooorgan." My mother scoldsas she comes into the room. "Watch the 'tude." She adds, adjusting the cuffs on her very professional long sleeved black dress.
"Honey I got it. Morgan. Bad." My father shakes his finger at me, mockingly. "See? I did good. Right wifey?"
"Okay Morgan, sweetie." He says ironically. "This is my new protégé." He says gesturing to the scared boy.
"Uh hi I-I'm Peter. Uh Peter Parker." He sticks out his hand for me to shake.
I roll my eyes with a smirk. Ignoring his hand, I take my cereal and go sit at the dinning table.
"Uh yeah you'll get used to her." Mom says watching me as I sit
and look through my phone.
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An hour has past since my father and 'Peter' had gone down to his workshop.
I wonder what they're doing? Did my dad higher him as an assistant? Well I guess he needed a new one since he married his old one.
I get up and hand my bowl to 'Dum-E', my fathers robot. Who takes it to the kitchen.
Curiosity has gotten the best of me as I head for the elevator to go three floors down. Really dad? We really needed an elevator? IN our home? Ugh always having to be extra, But I guess that's just my father. I smile to myself at my thoughts.
As I descend to the lower level, I hear loud noises of metal clashing. The elevator dings and the door slides open to a short empty hall. The workshop doors being at the end. I walk toward the giant vault like doors, the sounds growing louder and louder the closer I am. I'm right outside the door when I hear someone yelling.
"WOah! woAh! mr STarK!" I recognized the voice from the childish boy earlier.
"Uh hey dad-" I stop speaking once the door is half open. The sight in front of my eyes shocking me silent.
Peter Parker is hanging upside down from wires out of the ceiling. He's wearing what looks like one of my fathers Iron Man suits, it's not colored so I just assume he's testing out a new concept before he fully commits. I've seen all of my fathers suits. I've seen everything he's ever made. Sadly even the iron thong he made for mom which is just so unnecessary in every way, like why?..
I bust out laughing at the scene once I have properly taken it in. Both of the guys turn to look at me.
"MR. STARK SHES LAUGHING." Peters says frantically flailing his arms and legs trying desperately to get free.
"Yes Peter, thank you. I'm aware." Dad presses a button and Peter falls from the ceiling hitting the ground. "Yes darling, what do you need?"
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Spider-Boy
Fanfiction"How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that...please." He said pleading with his hands "Whatever you say... spider-boy" I say turning around and crossing my arms as I begin to walk out of the room. "Mr. Stark.. please.." he says turni...
