Lots of people hated Tony Stark.
They hated him for his money, for his fame, his dashing good looks... The list was endless.
I, although I would never admit it, hated him for the simple fact that he was perfect.
He could make everything and anything with a paper-clip and an empty soda can, had practically the whole world, and an unlimited supply of women, at his feet. And he thinks he can win people over by gifting them with unnecessary Tech.
And I also thought, for what it was worth, Spiderman looked so much better before Tony Stark started to interfere.
"Hey kid. I like your style, wardrobe notwithstanding. How about you visit the plant on Saturday? Maybe I can help you out."
I crossed my arms at the flash-back, frowned, and leaned against the enormous doorway. By some magical twist of fate, we had somehow ended up staying at Avengers Tower. Tony Stark's tower.
Fantastic... I thought grimly. The only way this would be good, would be if the rest of the Avengers were home. But they weren't.
Hulk was in some Southern Desert, escaping from S.H.I.E.L.D probably.
Thor was in Asgard for the 'Odin-sleep'. Whatever the hell that was.
Captain America was on a mission somewhere, and probably wouldn't be back until later.
Hawkeye and Black Widow had been assigned to a mission in Europe, and wouldn't be back for a couple more days.
Even the rest of the team had ditched me to go on a 'Tower Tour'.
Aunt May had gone to stay at a friends house in Canada for a few weeks, and Tony had offered to let them stay here so he could 'show Peter a few things'. Sounded pretty creepy if you asked me. But, of course, Luke, Ava, and even Danny had jumped at the chance, so I had no choice but to go with them.
I wasn't so sure about Tony knowing about everyone's whole 'secret identity' thing. After all, he did announce to the whole entire world on T.V that he was Iron Man. Besides, there was no way I was leaving Peter alone with this creep.
"So where are we going now, Mr. Stark?" Peters excited voice rang clearly through the long hallways.
"Please," Tony said, with a voice like silk, "We're on first-name-basis, so call me Tony." He winked.
"Tony... right, sorry, sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, I thought I would take you down to the lab so you could see the new armour I've been working on lately. Maybe, if you behave, you could even help me out with it a little. I think we would make a pretty good team."
Who the hell does this guy think he is?! Peter already had a team! Well, a team that wasn't anywhere to be found, but still.
"R-really!? But your lab is normally... Off limits, is it not?" He said, almost whispering with excitement.
"Normally, yes. But I'll make an exception, just for you." He ruffled Peters hair affectionately.
My face flushed. I turned around, fully intending to go back to my room, when I was stopped by Peter's voice.
"Sam!" He called, seeming to just realise I was here.
"Mr-, uhh I mean, Tony was just about to show me his lab! Can you believe it?"
"That's... That's great Peter..." I replied through gritted teeth.
I was right. He did forget.
"Sam?"
"What?" I snapped, looking at the ground to my left to hide the stinging of tears threatening to run down my face.
My tone caught Peter off guard.
"Is everything alright?"
"Just wonderful. Couldn't be better." I replied sarcastically.
'I don't want to hear anymore'. I turned around and sprinted back to my room before anyone could stop me.
"Wonder whats up with Bucket Head..." I whispered to myself.
Tony had already walked to the elevator and was looking at me with those light blue eyes
"He'll come round eventually, I've seen situations like that before. You coming?" he said, more of a statement than an actual question.
Peter rubbed the back of his head, seeming to debate whether to follow Sam and find out what was wrong with him, or go with Tony to the lab.
In the end, Tony had won.
"...Yeah... And Tony? What did you mean by-"
"You'll find out soon."
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