All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 20

He had waited all week for his first training session. Even Aunt May was happy at the news that he'd get some official training. Then he told Ned. As expected, they both ended up fanboying over the whole situation the whole week. He even packed a bag with extra sweat clothes and water bottles, along with a lunch bag. And, just in case, even packed his suit and extra web blaster. Then, finally, Happy came on Saturday morning and drove him upstate.

He looked through the windows of the car and watched as they passed the gates, making him nearly bounce in his seat. But, due to Happy's thin line of sanity and patience, he settles for frantically bouncing his leg instead with a small and controlled smile as question after question started to pour out of him.

"Have you met them before?"

"Regrettably,"

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

"Yes. And it is with Tony, "

"Wow! Really? Then what about the-"

"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.

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... r-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.

"... Nice knowing you pal. Now get out of the car,"

Kicked out of the car before it drove away to be put in the garage, Peter had no choice but to move forward. As he walked down the halls of the estate, with FRIDAY's help, his heart began to beat faster like he was already training. Somehow, during the weeklong 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 he'd want nothing more than to keel over and lay on the ground in defeat. And that was his experience from gym class before he got his powers. He didn't even want to imagine what an actual hero's work out felt like.

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.

"Peter, you just passed the door to the gym," FRIDAY instructed him.

It was like a blanket that was unknowingly draped upon him was suddenly ripped off, and his head swiveled around on his neck as he looked around. He was in a more homey looking hallway, with warm auburn wood floors and milk colored walls.