All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 7

  And just like that, Peter was practically flying through the air, swinging from building to building, his suit fitting to his body perfectly as he did. He was running a minute or two behind since he had to stop at his apartment since he forgot to have his suit on his person, but he was making up for lost time. Every few seconds, he'd hear the clear voice of Karen, his AI system, giving him directions to the fastest route to Stark labs.

"Take a left at the next turn Peter,"

"Thanks, Karen!"

"You are welcome Peter,"

His arms instinctively lifted and aimed at a building on his left, pulling himself forward as his body automatically twisted and turned to balance himself out in the air. It was amazing to Peter just how quickly his body had learned how to swing through the air. He remembered when he first started out, he'd constantly crash into buildings, windows, and a train on one occasion. And now, he was swinging through the air as if he'd been doing this his whole life. He wondered if this was how Tony felt when he flew in his suit.

"Peter, you are about to miss a critical shortcut in reaching the Stark Laboratories within your desired time," Karen told him.

"Shit! Where?!" he asked, his eyes widening. His head turned in every which way, looking for any sign through his masks visuals.

"On your right," Karen told him.

After taking the turn, Peter was amazed when he arrived at the lab in no less than about five minutes tops. Before he knew it, Peter was sitting on top of the roof, looking around for anything that could get him inside undetected. His first guess was an air vent, but he didn't find anything. So, desperate to find a way inside the building, he crawled along the sides of the building. For a while, he didn't find anything other than small vents that were barely big enough to hold a large rat inside it. But then, as if Thor himself were watching over him (which he wasn't, but Peter liked to joke about it with Ned sometimes), he found a row of windows that were level with the high ceiling. "Finally," he whispered to himself. Peter approached the windows, taking a look inside the dimly lit lab.

The room looked nearly identical to how he'd expect a Stark lab to look like. It was a giant and spacious room, big enough to hold a commercial traveling airplane. Tables were placed in straight lines, loads of expensive gears and gadgets on top of them. Large, high-tech equipment was placed throughout the room, each having the Stark logo stamped on them. In the far offside of the room was a separate lab that was walled off from the rest of the room. Its windows and glass door appeared to be cracked, but he couldn't see clearly from where he was at the moment.

"Alright, time to go in," he told himself. He leaned back from the window, taking in the actual size of the window. He'd just barely fit through, but shouldn't have a problem any the less. He lifted his hand and placed his palm against the cool glass, pushing against it. It smoothly slid open, allowing Peter to squeeze through the window.

He crawled along the wall of the lab, his eyes searching for anything that could set off an alarm. When he didn't see anything, scanning the room just to be safe, he flipped off the wall and onto the floor. His landing was soundless, as was his steps as he began to walk around the room, crouching down low in case he had to make an emergency duck.

But now that he was actually inside, he couldn't help but internally fangirl about the fact that he was inside one of Mr. Stark's very own labs. Sure, it was just broken into, and it was dark... and cold... with a bat-shit crazy and high teched murdering thief on the premises... But it was still cool, nonetheless.

Peter walked towards the rows of lab tables, looking in between the empty space in between them. For a second, it looked like no one was in the room, and then he heard a cough. It was quiet and had a weak and raspy tone to it. His whole body snapped toward the sound, looking for anything that could cause it. He lowered himself, resting his weight on his toes and hands as he moved towards the area where he heard the cough. He hid behind one of the tables at the very end of the rows and peaked his head out from the corner.