Peter Parker // Run Away Weapon

10- "I'm sorry, what?"

GUESS WHOS BACK????

Not me, goodbye

Tony clapped his hands together before sitting down on his chair, rolling to the other side of the lab, "Alright, Fri, tell me what you've got."

"I have completed the invitation cards and successfully contacted 'one-eyed Joe'," FRIDAY responded.

"Good job baby girl. Oh, and you contacted me earlier?"

"Yes. Boss, Kyhle is in need for habitat clean out and food."

"Kyhle...who's- oh. Oh," Tony grimaced. Gosh, why didn't that spider just run away. Why? Just why? "Fri, that's not important right now, show me-"

"Boss, Kyhle needs food."

"I'm not fighting you on this, so please bring up-"

"Boss, Kyhle needs food."

"Seriously, Fri, stop."

" I have ordered a box of dead mice for Kyhle."

Tony sighed, dropping his head in his hands, "Jarvis wouldn't do this to me."

"I am programmed to make sure everyone within the compound is healthy, sir."

"Whatever."

Clint stood from the outside of the lab, wondering wether he should even walk in. He got a message from Nick earlier, asking him to send something to Tony. Why did Tony need Peter's blood? He's not sure. Which is the exact reason he doesn't want to deliver.

He sighed and typed in the password on the keypad next to the door. He trusts Tony. Tony is most probably one of the five people who he trusts most in the team.

"Hey, Barton. Did you enjoy procrastinating at my door?" Tony greeted.

"Yeah. I had one hell of a time out there."

"Good to hear. Now, gimme," the mechanic stretched his arm over to the small bottle in Clint's arms.

When Clint leaned back, Tony frowned, "What? Do I need to wash my hands?"

"What are you doing with this anyways?"

"Testing. Researching and receiving some actual relevant information."

"Bruce is usually the one who does the samples, and the blood researching," Clint narrowed his eyes, "you always refuse to do it."

"Well, I had a change of heart. Problem with you, Katniss?"

"Yes. Yes it is. It's suspicious, actually."

Tony groaned dramatically and walked over to his desk, gesturing for Clint to follow. He ruffled through the mountains of papers and small scraps.

"This," he pulled out a piece of paper, "is an adoption form."

"Okay?"

"It's under the Parker's name. About Peter," Tony added, "the Parker's adopted Peter."

And there was the conclusion that made the world stop. Clint froze and let the moment of silence stretch out a little longer, "how did you get this?"