All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 20

Peter had waited all week for his first training session. Even Aunt May was happy at the news that he'd get some official training, and Ned was especially excited at the idea of Peter becoming an even cooler hero than he already was. As expected, they both ended up fanboying over the whole situation the whole week. When the morning finally came, he packed a small bag with extra sweat clothes, water bottles, a lunch bag, and, just in case, he even packed his suit and extra web fluid. Then, finally, Happy came on Saturday morning and drove him upstate. Now, he was finally here! Peter looked through the windows of the car and watched as they passed the gates, making him nearly bounce in his seat. Though, due to Happy's thin line of sanity and patience, he settled for frantically bouncing his leg instead with a small and controlled smile as question after question poured out of him.

"Have you met them before?"

"Regrettably,"

"Are they, like, crazy strong? Are they like a specialized hero trainer? Is that even a thing?"

"Yeah, and it is with Tony, "

"Do they have, like, a super cool backstory?"

"I hope it turns into a backstory and not a murder podcast,"

"Do they use weapons or martial arts?"

"Both,"

"Wow! Really? Then what about-"

"OHMYGOD. YOU'LLMEETTHEMSOONENOUGH," Happy groaned as he pulled up in front of the front double doors.

Peter closed his mouth shut, pulling his lips thin. "Sorry, Happy," he apologized in a quieter tone.

Happy sighed. "It's fine. Just get in there, but one thing, " he said, grabbing Peter's attention.

"Yeah?" Peter asked.

"Just... when you feel like you're going to die, just remember. It's all for your sake," Happy told him.

Peter stared at Happy, a nervous, breathy chuckle escaping his lips.

"Ha, funny joke, Happy," Peter said as he looked at Happy. The older man's face remained unmoving in a serious expression, his eyes revealing no hint of a laughing matter, no matter how much Peter hoped to find it. "R-right?" he asked, uncertainty creeping up his back.

He's not that serious... is he?!, Peter asked himself.

"Sure... a joke..." Happy muttered loud enough for Peter to hear him, causing the teen to swallow thickly.

"B-but they're not... that intense, right?" Peter stuttered out, gripping the small bag that was thrown over his shoulder.

Happy had to. He had to say it.

For comedy's sake.

"... It was nice knowing you,"

Kicked out of the car before it drove away, Peter had no choice but to move forward. As he walked down the halls of the estate with FRIDAY's direction, his heart began to beat faster as if he were already training. Somehow, during the week long excitement, he had forgotten the actual training part where he'd be broken down and sweating enough water to fill a pond. His muscles would scream and ache until he probably cried for it to stop. The gasping for breath as if he was being abused and running the fitness gram pacer test...

Stop it, you'll be fine. You're going to train, and everything will work out, he told himself as he walked into the elevator, his mind not stopping as he kept reassuring himself. When the elevator stopped, Peter walked out, his body doing what his mind was too distracted to do. I mean, Mr. Stark wouldn't get a trainer to kill you before you could actually use what you learn, Peter reassured himself as he walked down a new hallway.