All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 1

Tony sat in his seat, holding his head in his hands as he listened to Secretary Ross rant and rave like a mad man.

He's been at this for four hours. Does he ever shut up?, he thought.

The dark haired man sighed as he let his head fall onto the long table he was sitting at. A loud 'thump' echoed through the meeting room. Ross stopped abruptly, and Tony wished he were anywhere but in that room, under the threatening gaze of the secretary.

"I'm sorry if I'm boring you, Mr. Stark. I thought the news of a breakout from the most highly secured prison in the whole world would cause you alarm!" Ross exclaimed, moving to stand just before the table to maliciously glare at Tony. Ross's eyes blazed as his brows knitted together, lips pulled thin and tight.

Tony lifted his head, standing up so suddenly that his chair nearly flipped over on its back. "And I'm sorry for not asking you to skip right to the point. Secretary Ross, is there something you want me to do about this problem, or did you just want someone to vent to?" Tony said a certain level of sass in his voice that only he, Tony Stark, could ever hope to achieve.

He would usually try and take a more respectful approach, seeing as Ross was a retired general, and a Secretary at that, but his patience had worn thin an hour ago when he had first walked into the meeting room. Hell, when he walked onto the floor.

Ross walked from the front of the table to the glass wall that overlooked New York City. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just a sunny day with traffic going through the streets as people walked through their mundane lives. God, how Tony wished he could jump from the window and join them. Chance of death or not, Tony's heart and soul ached to do it. Anywhere would be better than here.

"Mr. Stark, you signed the accords. Meaning that this is your problem now. These are your new bad guys to find," Ross said, facing away from Tony to stare out the window. "Well, all except for Clint and Scott," Ross added.

"Clint and... Scott? Who's that? And why not them?" Tony asked, his face scrunching at the unfamiliar name.

"The man who grew to the size of a giant, but he calls himself Ant-Man. And they are off the list because they willingly chose to stay and serve their sentences with no fight, so they were given the offer of a five-year home-bound parole instead," Ross said, looking Tony in the eye.

"Wow... Ant-Man is way too comic bookish. How about Great Ant Scott!" Tony spoke, slight excitement in his voice as he named this new person he had yet to meet. He was sure it would be the highlight of his meeting, as sad as it seemed.

Ross rolled his eyes, his fists balling up as his arms straightened at his sides. It's like he doesn't hear a word I ever say, he thought bitterly.

"I do not care what nickname you give him, just get to finding the others and turning them in!" Ross yelled, his voice echoing off the walls of the room.

Tony watched as Secretary Ross's image glitched in its place before disappearing for good. Tony's shoulders relaxed back as he felt all the weight leave him, making the billionaire feel lighter. It was like Ross was a plague of stress and nerves that affected everyone in his wake. Wherever Ross went, the plague went right along with him.

"You know what you need? A spa day,"

Tony's head whipped around faster than his brain could comprehend at the sudden voice from behind him. There, standing in the doorway, was Happy Hogan. He smiled, as professional as always, making his way into the room.

"But take me with you, I could use one myself," he sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting in it.

"Sounds great, but if you didn't hear, I still have work to do. Gotta find the others so I can put their asses in jail- or, back in jail, I guess..." Tony explained, a sharp edge to his voice. He sighed, sitting in the chair next to Happy and leaning back into the seat.