Throwing Caution to the Wind

Chapter 8

Once he got in the subway home, he was immediately assaulted with texts from the group chat asking about his day, mostly from Ned. He told them he would explain everything once they got together for the movie. It was going to be at his place because it was the quietest, May didn't mind so long as they kept it a little quieter when she went to bed. And better yet, half the time she wasn't even there.

It was his turn to by the snacks, they usually rotated between thelree of them buying snacks for a few weeks in one go. So he got off a few stops early and got a whole bunch of snacks and picked up 2 pizzas for their night in.

Once he got home, he dumped it all into bowls and put tinfoil over the pizzas in an attempt to keep them warm. He wasn't sure if that actually worked, but he figured if nothing else, then placebo would do its job even if it didn't.

May was working the nightshift so they had the whole place to themselves that night.

Finally, at 5:30 on the dot, he heard knocking.

"What up loser" said MJ walking in as if she owned the place after Peter opened the door.

"Hey Peter" said Ned.

"Hey guys, we finally finished all the snacks last week so I got more yoghurt covered pretzels, gummy bears, gummy working, BBQ peanuts, sunflower seeds, basically everything. MJ, it's on you to replenish the snacks next time." He said welcoming them into the appartment.

"You got it" she said already starting on the peanuts.

As they were setting up the living room with extra blankets and pillows, Peter started telling them about his day. When he got to how Dr Boonton had reacted MJ looked at him.

"You better be careful around him, I think that the whole thing he set up was to get some free labour, especially after that" she said settling herself on the couch.

She had taken up her usual stance, left part of the 3 seater, cross-legged with a blanket over legs and a bowl resting in between. Today her snack of choice was clearly the peanuts, but she would definitely make a start on the watermelon gummies before Katniss and Peeta held out the berries.

But Peter just shrugged. "I don't know, I mean obviously Mr Stark couldn't give me a raise if I wasn't getting paid in the first place. And besides, it's gonna look really good on a college application"

She just frowned at that. "You don't  even have a title title. Is it an internship? Are you his assistant?  If you are, you should be getting paid, or are you a staff member? I had a good through the packages he sent home with you, even the stuff that you didn't have to sign, and there wasn't anything about what your actual position is over there"

Peter was about to respond when he realized he couldn't. What was he. He hadn't even gotten his employee badge yet. And it was true, he himself had read through those pages several times over and he hadn't seen anything as to what he was.

"Guys, movie" said Ned from his spot on the floor as an agent to clear up the tension in the room.

Peter and Ned often switched between the couch and the floor, hence why Ned was hogging most of the pillows and black tonight. It was an unspoken agreement between the 3 of them that whoever was in the floor, was aloud to get a lot more than the couch-dwellers.

Peter realized that he was still standing so he grabbed his favorite thick brown blanket and a bowl of chocolate covered raisins and sat down opposite of MJ.

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After MJ went home in the morning having spent the night. Peter and Ned set up so Peter could patrol.

It was a nice day out. The sun was shining, the sky was the most perfect blue, and it was just the perfect chill that Peter wouldnt get too hot as he went around the city stopping petty thefts.

He had just finished handing a tabby cat back to a little girl and her mom when Ned informed Peter of a villain attacking the Met.

He got there in record time, finding the strangest looking villain he had ever seen.

He wore a mostly white suit with a sky blue under shirt and metal mask that covered his entire face, bit that wasn't the strange part, no that was the massive set of limbs that he was on. Under his feet was a platform of sorts that moved the 2 massive legs beneath him, and coming from what looked like a back back of sorts seemed to be 2 large joysticks that moves the 2 long arms.

"Hey Metal Man, how about you stop attacking an innocent museum and get a normal day job like the rest of us." He yelled.

"Ironic Spidey considering that you spend most of your day swinging around in a onesie" he yelled back.

"Well you know what they say, it takes two to tango, so let's tango" Peter said while shooting a web at one of his upper appendages.

"Get off me bug-boy" Metal Man cried while wildly shaking his metal arm, or as wildly as he could considering the size of it.

"If you're gonna insult me, at leadt do it right. Spiders are arachnids. Be creative, arachnid-arch foe, eight-legged enemy, something like that" he yelled slight annoyed.

"Says the one that called me Metal Man."

"Listen, Bug-boy is literally all I hear, there's so many villains and only one of me, cut me some slack." He said swinging between the large metal limbs. His plan was working. Judy a little longer.

After a few more months of Metal Man trying to swat Peter, he finally latched onto a different building.

He watched in amusement as Metal Man tried following him and ended up getting tangled but his webs.

After a few more hours, Peter called it a day and went home ready to start a new week.