Wrong number- Marvel Edition
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Featuring: Iron-Dad, Spider-Son, and the crew
(A/N- currently no ships, but there may eventually be ships)
I sadly don't own Marvel or any of it's characters. The only thing that is mine is the plot.
They never texted me back. The mystery person never texted back. They told me they were going to hack my phone then they never texted me again. What happened? It is now the last minute of the last period of my day, and I am very concerned for my inheritance money. That is the only thing that can get me out of the system. But, that's silly right? It was an empty threat right? Right?!
The bell rings and I basically sprint to my locker. I don't have a lot of homework, thank god. Today I can take a long walk home and patrol in the afternoon so I can sleep at night.
As I walk out of the school, I feel my spidey-sense warn me that someone is watching me. I brush it off as nothing (probably a bad idea, let's be real). I begin my walk back to the home and take my sweet time.
I'm almost half way home and I can still feel someone watching me. My pace quickens as I veer off into an alley. I hide behind a dumpster, carefully watching a man in sunglasses and a suit turn into the alley and walk past me. He turns around as I step out to confront him.
"Why are you following me? Who are you?" My words are shaky and I hate it. I'm Spiderman for fucks sake. I don't want to sound weak, but this is terrifying. Does this random person know about how I spend my evenings? Are my friends in danger?
"Listen kid. I don't want to hurt--"
"Stop. I don't want to hear some bullshit about how you're not going to kidnap me or kill me." My confidence growing slightly. "Who the fuck are you?" The next thing he does surprises me. He smiles. Then, he takes off his sunglasses.
My jaw drops and suddenly I feel like an idiot for not recognizing him sooner.
"Tony Stark?" I'm speechless. Why is he here? Tony Stark is standing in front of me. My idol. Everything I wish to stand for in life is smiling at me. Why is he here?!
"Hey kid. Nice to meet you in person." Meet me in person? What? I think he can visibly see my confusion because he smiles a little wider. "Oh I meant to ask, what is your fascination with being kidnapped or killed? Why is that your first guess?" Huh? Am I actually supposed to answer that question? Because I don't. I just continue to stand here like an idiot with my mouth hung open.
"Oh yeah. I guess I should explain." He starts to walk towards me. I begin to slightly panic, but I stay put. He grabs my shoulder and turns me around with him as we walk. "How about we go back to my place, and I'll explain a little bit?" I nod slowly, still not really processing. This feels very kidnap-y, but it's Tony Stark. Do I really have a choice?
We walk to the end of the alley and a black car pulls up. He opens the passenger side door for me and walks around to the other side. My mind is going a mile a minute and I don't know what to say or think or do. When we start driving, I sit stone faced staring out the window. The magnitude of it all comes crashing down on me. I can feel him looking over at me every few minutes. It's a short drive, but it feels like hours.
"What's happening? I want answers now Mr. Stark! How, with my Parker luck, did you find me?" I finally looked over at him.
"Give me 2 minutes, Peter, then we will be at the tower and I can explain." I let out a breath and nod. I can survive that long, right? I'm pretty sure I zoned out for the rest of the car ride because of panic and fear. This has to be fake. Maybe I tripped and hit my head on the curb. Am I bleeding out on a curb right now?
"Alright kiddo, we're here." I nod absently. My Peter-Tingle is exploding as soon as I walk through the door. My muscles are tense, and everything inside of me tells me to turn and run. My curiosity gets the better of me, though, and before I know it, I'm walking into a room with the biggest TV I've ever seen and like 15 couches.
"Now, explain. I waited in the car and on the way up the elevator. I deserve to know why I'm here. You basically kidnapped me. No wait. Not basically. Yeah, you kidnapped me." Granted, I let him, but he kidnapped me all the same. Mr. Stark turns to face me and I stand my ground, even under his scrutinizing gaze.
"I'm not an emotional person, Peter. Really, I'm not. There are very few people in this world who I care about." He begins to pace the large room as I stay barely a step out of the elevator. "If you catch me crying, someone's cutting onions in the other room." He turns to face me. "Trust me, there is a point to this monologue, but before I explain the connection I should tell you something. The wrong number you texted last night, that was me." My jaw drops wide open, but this honestly isn't as surprising as when I caught Tony Stark stalking me, so I recovered a bit faster this time.
"I- I don't know what to say, so just keep going with your story I guess." He smiles at me and motions to the couch, I go to join him, but I don't really relax. Like at all. Even though the couch feels like a cloud, my Spidey-Sense is telling me there is a someone or something watching me. I decide to continue ignoring it though, and keep my attention on Mr. Stark (again, it's a bad choice).
"I wasn't joking when I said I was going to hack your phone. As soon as I found out your name, I ran it through my systems and it pulled up your profile from the group home you live at." I look to the ground out of embarrassment and annoyance. My idol found my foster care records, and now I'm a charity case for him. I don't think he noticed my disappointment, but if he did, he ignored it.
"I found the records and I cried. I sobbed, Peter. I had to meet you. I found your school and went there right away. You amazed me even before I met you. You went through so much suffering, but you're still here, surviving." I look up at him and smile, even if it is a touch... odd. Maybe I'm not a charity case after all. I mean he seems sincere. I'm just not sure how to respond.
"I-uhhh-wow. It's not everyday your hero says they cried about you." What the fuck, Peter? Smooth. Real smooth. "I just mean, I think it was really nice that you- uhhh- cried about me. Thanks." Oh my god, I'm a mess.
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Clint's POV-
All I wanted was a bowl of cereal. Instead, I over hear a literal child talking to Tony Stark in the living room and BOMBING the conversation, honestly.
That's really not what I expected to happen today.
