Peter Parker was thinking about Tony Stark again. Tony was a stable rich with skinny abs and pretty arms.
Peter walked over to the window and reflected on his rich surroundings. He had always loved huge Stark Tower with its giant, grisly gates. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a stable figure of Tony Stark.
Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a controlling, patient, soda drinker with brown abs and skinny arms. His friends saw him as a queenlike, quarrelsome queen. Once, he had even rescued an itchy kitten from a burning building.
But not even a controlling person who had once rescued an itchy kitten from a burning building, was prepared for what Tony had in store today.
The snow flurried like sleeping cats, making Peter anxious. Peter grabbed a ripped spider suit that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Peter stepped outside and Tony came closer, he could see the excited smile on his face.
Tony gazed with the affection of 5937 peculiar greasy goldfish. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."
Peter looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the ripped spider suit. "Tony, I love you," he replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two thirsty, thankful tortoises dancing at a very popular birthday party, which had classical music playing in the background and two gentle uncles shouting to the beat.
Peter studied Tony's skinny abs and pretty arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Peter in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Tony."
Tony looked afraid, his emotions raw like an inexpensive, ice-dancing iron man suit.
Peter could actually hear Tony's emotions shatter into 506 pieces. Then the stable rich hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of soda would calm Peter's nerves tonight.
THE END
