Peter and New York

Just Ignore Them

Peter Parker was used to seeing people go in and out of the penthouse. He had no need to pay attention to them and eventually just flat out ignored them.
Tony had a meeting and told peter he would be out and that he could work with the interns on the lower levels.

Edit from 2021: hey, don't let this first story deceive you, this whole one shot collection is whump, gore, blood, and angst. S@lf h@rm elements sprinkled in for spice. Please warned! Thank you for reading my therapy written down💅

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Hope ya like it! I tried to make it as something y'all might want to read.

~(...Peter's POV...)~

I was talking with Chelsea, (hi, I'm Chelsea. What's your favorite dinner food?) who was working on a small compact bomb that could clip to an arrow. Why? I don't know. But it sure was fun to make.

"Hey, I have to get upstairs. Oh, do—-do you wanna work more this by yourself? I—-I can send you some ideas over an email." Curse my stutter.

"Yeah, sure. See you later, Parker!" Chelsea yelled to me. I waved and ran to the elevator.

"Good evening, baby spider. Mr. pew pew. Sir meme lord. The only one who knows the password to change names on this thing, extreme leader, which floor would you like me to take you to?" Friday asked. I giggled from the names I placed myself under.

"Penthouse, please, Fri." The AI didn't reply as she took me upstairs. I popped in my headphones and started humming to my music. The elevator opened and an intern stepped in. He nodded in my direction and told Friday where he needed to go.
After he hopped off I went up a level. I smiled and closed my eyes. I sensed a presence in the room, but pushed it off as some of Dad's- I mean Tony's associates. I walked away and out of their vision so I won't bother his probable meeting.
What if I worked on my suit? 
    I thought.
Yeah, alright.
I walked into my room and jumped down onto my Roller chair. I spun a few times before focusing on my work at hand.

~(...Time jump...)~ -we don't mention his name-

It's been hours and I'm getting exhausted... and hungry. I should probably get something to eat.
"Free shavocado!" I yell as I jump from my chair.
     Oop. I miss vine. RIP.
I open my door popping my music back in.
The kitchen is big so I can slide in my socks.
Wheeee! 
I slid across the hard wood floor, just barley missing the fridge door and slammed into the counter.