AN: No, I am not basing this story on Supernatural. I tried to find another title but I kept coming back to this song. Even though technically it's about the singer's music career, the theme can be interpreted to the listener. So yeah, I'm keeping it!

I just realised a timeline mistake I made in the first fic because I didn't realise the US celebrated Mother's Day in May, not March like here in the UK. And the second fic takes place two months after so Peter is basically going to school in July. Ah geez. I messed up big time. I thought about adding two more months in the second fic to make Peter start school in September but that would mean he would've passed his sixteenth on 10th of August. I dug myself a holeee ;_;

I had to go back and do some re-editing to give a reason why he's doing it in March. See, this is why you do your research, kids.

On another non-uzu-is-an-idiot note, many thanks to all the feedback I'm getting and to those still sticking around. I've read some wonderful comments and reviews. You guys are keeping me going.

This story is also available on AO3.

Part I

One week to Peter's birthday

Tony tied the bow on the present to perfection. He wanted to surprise his son with a little something before giving him his 'real' present on the day of his sixteenth birthday party a week from now. Aunt Hottie told him not to go overboard; his car may have "gone into a tunnel" when she was telling him. He didn't need to be in the same room to see her eye roll. But Tony didn't care; he had sixteen years to make up for.

Tony had known the kid for about a year or so yet he felt like he was growing up too fast. The other day, Peter's voice began tapering between octaves. Peter was embarrassed every time he made unpredictable sounds in the middle of his sentences. Tony found it endearing and couldn't help but let a light chuckle escape.

"Stop your hiding," he had said to Peter a few weeks prior, as he pulled his hands away from the kid's red face. "We all go through it."

Speak of the devil… Peter made his way into the lab just as Tony hid the present behind him.

"Happy birthday!" Tony said.

Peter rolled his eyes, "You don't have to say that every time I walk in the room. My birthday is still a few days from now."

"But it's your birthday week. When I was your age I used to milk it for all its worth."

Peter sat by the table across Tony. "What did you do on your sixteenth?"

Tony grinned. "My sixteenth, God that was a lifetime ago."

"Yeah, you are pretty old," Peter teased.

"Watch it," he playfully jabbed his finger at his son's cheek. "Or you won't get your present today."

"Again, my birthday is in a few days."

"Well then think of this as a little something to prepare you for the real thing. Within a budget."

Peter blinked at him. His father's idea of 'within a budget' was buying a designer jacket from Nordstrom. He was almost afraid of what Tony had behind his back. Peter squinted his eyes in anticipation as his father pulled out the gift and placed it on the table in front.

"Oh, thank God," Peter breathed, looking at its reasonable size. "I thought you were going to get me something huge like a flashy car. Not exactly what I need to keep a low-profile, you know?"

Tony chuckled, but didn't say anything.

"What is it?" Peter suppressed his annoyance at the change of pitching in his voice. He picked up the box, feeling how light it was beneath his hold, and began to shake it.

Tony put his hands on Peter's to stop him. "No, don't shake it. Just open it."

Slowly, Peter untied the perfectly-tied bow and neatly ripped the wrapping paper. To his surprise, Peter found a digital camera. A really good one.

Tony explained, "I notice you like to film and take pictures for Instagram or whatever app you kids use these days. I thought this would offer better quality than your phone. Not that my phones don't offer the best," he rectified. "This just focuses more on filming and pictures."

"Oh…my God. This is the latest Canon kit." Peter was speechless, to say the least. He shook his head, "I can't accept this. This costs almost two thousand dollars." He appreciated the gesture, but he couldn't keep accepting such extravagant gifts; in his life, before Tony, people normally received presents on special occasions. To be bombarded with a sundry mix of offerings on any random day felt too generous, like Peter had to do something to deserve what he was getting but had no idea what to do about it.

"Well, it's either this," he pointed his head behind Peter, "or the flashy car."

Peter thought he was joking but then he turned to the direction Tony was pointing towards and found his jaw dropping at the sight of a new, silver Audi. "That definitely cost more than a Canon. Like, a million of them."

"It's the latest sedan. It would cost about forty-two of them to be exact."

Before he could stop himself, Peter hopped off his seat and strode towards the parked car. "Is this even out yet?"

"It's a prototype. They're asking me to test a few things out."

"And they're letting you keep it?"

"Correction: they're letting me let you keep it." Tony couldn't help smile at the kid's excited reaction. "You'll be sixteen; you're going to get your permit soon so I thought you may as well practise in luxury."

"Wow!"

"You wanna give it a test run?"

"Can I?"

"Of course! It's gonna be yours after you get your licence anyway."

"But I-" Peter paused. "Mr Stark, I appreciate this, you have no idea. But this is too much. I can't drive this around in Queens. I'll get jumped every morning on the way to school."

"Like anybody can. Besides, I didn't say you have to drive it to school. You can just keep it parked here until you're off to college and then you can drive wherever the hell you want."

The sound of footfalls grabbed their attention and they turned to find Rhodey walking into the lab, grabbing a satchel he had left behind. His eyes caught the car Tony had insisted on buying for Peter.

Tony then said, "And Rhodey will give you your first lesson."

Rhodey halted, face moving towards his friend…to Peter…to the car.

He laughed. Then he laughed harder. And he didn't stop laughing until he left the vicinity, his laughter still echoing down the hall.

Tony sighed. Come on, it wasn't like he was going to crash out in the open field. "Hop in," he said to Peter, though he didn't need to as the boy already sat on the driver's seat.

"What is all this?" Peter said, pointing to the numbers on the gearshift.

"It's a manual."

"Manual?"

"That's what the British call it. A stick shift. Any monkey can learn an automatic; you're going to learn the proper way to drive, not the lazy way."

Teaching a teenager how to drive...how hard could it be?

Tony got his answer, thirty minutes later, as his voice yelled out the speeding car, "BRAAAKE!"

The car came to a screeching halt as Peter stamped down on the clutch and brake. After restarting the car several times, he finally got the hang of sticking his left foot onto the clutch before he hit the brake pedal.

Tony immediately opened the door and walked a few steps on the grass beside the road, never having been so grateful to feel the ground beneath his feet. He sat down on the spot. "I have survived palladium poisoning…explosions…alien attacks…only to die at the hands of a teenager behind the wheel."

Peter gulped, feeling sheepish. "Does that mean the lesson is over…?"

"Scoot," Tony deadpanned. He stood and made his way towards the driver's seat.

"But how am I supposed to learn if I don't practise?"

"Scoot!" Peter sighed and did as he was told. He carefully slid towards the passenger seat and placed his elbow on the window, cupping his face in defeat.

Tony closed the door and stepped onto the clutch to shift into first. He turned to Peter, a little amused at his pout. "How about we go get some ice cream?"

Feeling his mood lifting, Peter said, "Okay."

xXx

Five days to Peter's birthday

Peter rolled the bowling ball and hit another strike. MJ and Ned groaned in defeat as Gwen high-fived her teammate.

"I believe that's three out of five," she said in the faces of their losing opponents. She and Peter sat back down on their booth, their red and white-striped shoes squeaking against the waxed floors.

MJ glared at Ned. "I thought you said you were a champion at this."

"Hey, I got more strikes than you did!" Ned said in his defence.

"Let's go eat," Peter said to save his best friend from the wrath of the MJ's scowl.

The four of them walked down the arcade and into the café across the street. MJ plopped down next to Peter, and Gwen and Ned sat across from them. The window beside them gave a tint of the a now-orange sky, marking another summer day's end.

A waitress with a loose ponytail and a tired smile walked up to them and provided a set of menus.

"So, Peter, you got any plans for your birthday?" Gwen asked him, not glancing up from the list of sundaes the place offered.

"No, but by the amount of people that keep asking I'm starting to think you're all trying to make sure I don't have plans so I would attend a party you've set up for me."

MJ lightly punched him on the arm. "Paranoid, much? Not too mention slightly egotistical?"

"Well, Tony Stark is his mentor," Gwen jested, then her face got serious. "Speaking of mentoring. I have something to tell you guys." They looked at her. "I've been interning at Oscorp this past summer."

"What?" Ned almost jumped from his seat. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I was going to...until MJ mentioned something about Oscorp and violating human rights, I wasn't sure it would go over well."

"That place was accused of several accounts of human experimentation. Not to mention, it's just all around creepy."

Gwen's face scrunched up in amusement. "Creepy?"

Ned explained, "During Freshman year, our school took us to a field trip for a tour inside their headquarters. MJ was constantly complaining that the place gave her the heebie-jeebies," he wiggled his fingers.

Peter flinched when he was reminded of the events that took place that day, the events that changed everything. He remembered being fascinated by their biology department and got separated by the group when he lingered too long, glancing up from the glass of insects and finding that he was left behind. Luckily, the rest of his school hadn't wandered far and he quickly followed the trail towards them. His eyes could just about place Mr Harrington in the distance when suddenly he felt a sting-

"Peter?"

He shook his head when he heard his name being called. Peter looked up, "Huh?"

"Your order, genius," MJ said as the waitress stood over them with a pen and paper in hand. In the time that Peter's mind strode down memory lane, she had taken all of their orders except his.

"Uh, I'll have a cherry pie, thanks." He folded the menu and handed it over to her. Then he turned to his...girlfriend. (They haven't had the discussion yet.) "I think it's pretty cool that you have an internship there."

"Really?" MJ said doubtfully. "You got sick after that field trip. Who knows what disease you caught from that place."

"You got sick?" Gwen asked, growing concerned.

"It wasn't that bad."

"Dude," Ned said, "you were in a coma for like three days."

Gwen's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? What on earth would've caused that?"

Peter threw his friend a look that said 'drop it, dude' and his friend curled in on himself. "Nobody knows. Anyway. Does this place serve drinks? I'm feeling a milkshake."

xXx

Two days to Peter's birthday

May had been helping her nephew pick out an outfit for tomorrow's events. Tony had kept his promise when he offered to tag Peter along to one of his science functions. This particular year, Tony had brought back the Stark Expo and had wanted to bring his son along, only taking the identity of an intern, to the pre-opening. He had invited the best of the best in the field and he thought it would be beneficial for Peter to make connections now to support any future he has in the science field.

"What about this?" May pointed to a black, sequin blazer.

"I'm going to be talking to the world's best scientists. You think anybody would listen to a word I say when I'm blinding them with what Mr Stark refers to as my 'circus garb'?"

"You bought this as part of your fancy dress costume for last year's Halloween." May hugged the blazer fondly, "Those were good times."

"That will never be brought up with Tony."

May grimaced at the memories of her swapping stories about Peter with Tony. "A little late for that." She placed it on the bed. "What about all the clothes Tony bought you?"

"They're all back at the compound. Maybe I should just head up tomorrow and get ready there."

"You gonna call Happy?"

"Nah, I'll just swing by after patrol."

May nodded, closing her lips tightly. Every time Peter had brought up the word 'patrol' nerves spiked up the hairs on her arms. Although she was proud of him for making a good change in their neighbourhood, she still wasn't used to the idea that her teenage nephew willingly confronted dangerous activity on a daily basis. She knew that he had powers beyond any human capabilities, as he had amazingly demonstrated at the training facility, but he was still her child. No amount of radioactive powers or 'sixth senses' would ease her mind knowing that Peter would one day get caught up in something above his head and wouldn't stand a chance until it was too late.

May shook her head. As long as he was being looked after by an avenger, she figured at least he would have backup when he would need it.

xXx

One day to Peter's birthday

Spider-Man had a productive afternoon, if Peter said so himself. It only added to his already high mood of eagerly anticipating the Stark function. Not to mention, he'll finally be at an age where he can earn a licence and drive that ridiculously awesome car his father bought him.

Okay, so he may be starting to enjoy the luxuries of having a rich father just a little bit. He'd admit it. Vigilante or not, he was still a red-blooded soon-to-be sixteen-year-old who enjoyed having cool things.

Peter webbed up a mugger that tried to aim at him with a spoon. He looked up at the guy, who was now between two narrow buildings. "Really?" he said incredulously to the masked mugger, if he would really call him that.

"I ran out of forks," was their reply, which left Peter even more incredulous.

"Dude, just get a job."

"In this economy?" Peter heard just as he jumped up into another building and left the man until the police got there. Karen did the honour of phoning in all the guys he caught.

Speaking of the AI... "Peter, you have an incoming call from your father."

"Thanks, Karen. Put him through," he said, releasing a web onto a street light to help him turn a corner.

"Hey, kid. You on your way yet?"

"Yes, sir. I just finished webbing up the most idiotic mugger I've ever come across."

"Oh yeah?" Tony said, his voice laced with amusement.

Peter continued to tell his story, hearing his father's genuine laughs on the other end. They kept the conversation brief and eventually he hung up just as he was a few swings away from the facility.

Once he planted his hands and feet on the building he crawled his way through his bedroom window. Peter set his backpack down and changed out of his suit with jeans and a hoodie. He put his suit into his backpack and shoved it under his bed. Walking into the expansive hallway Peter ended up greeting an exhausted Rhodey.

Rhodey's hands were scraping across the hall as he kept himself upright. "Hey, kid," he breathed out, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

"Hey, Mr Rhodey. Are you okay?" Peter knew this was part of his daily routine of helping his legs get used to the brace, but Tony always said the man had a habit of overdoing it.

He placed a hand on Peter's shoulder as the boy helped him continue his walk. "I'm good. In desperate need of a shower, but good." He looked at his watch. "You should be getting ready soon."

"As should you," Peter pointed out. Once they reached Rhodey's bedroom Peter left him to his own device and went to the kitchen for some food. A full day's of patrol always left him starving, and it didn't help that the bite dialled his appetite to eleven along with his powers.

Peter pulled out more food than he could carry from the fridge. He dropped a small bottle of orange juice when Tony walked in and picked it up for him.

"You going hiking?" he mocked.

"It's like you said, Mr Stark. I'm a growing boy." He set the food down and started making a sandwich.

"You know they also serve food at the function, right? I don't leave my guests with empty stomachs."

"I don't think alcohol counts as food."

"I was talking about the little oyster appetisers."

"I'm allergic to oysters."

Tony did a double-take. "You are? Why didn't you say anything?"

Peter shrugged, spreading mayo on one slice of toast. "Never came up."

"Just the other day I asked if you liked rockefellers."

"Oh! I thought you were talking about the movie."

"That's not even a movie."

"Wait," he held a knife in the air in thought, "I'm thinking of Rocky."

Tony knew that his son was referring to the marathon they had last weekend. Rocky was among the cult classics Tony insisted on Peter watching. He sighed and whipped out his phone. As he typed, Tony asked, "Anything else you're allergic to?"

"Just allergy season, but that actually cleared up when I got my powers," he said, licking sauce off his fingers.

Tony continued typing and then said, "There. No oysters at the function."

"You really don't have to do that-"

"Can't risk it," Tony said with his non-negotiable tone. "Catering is going to be serving all over the place."

"You want a sandwich?" Peter offered as thanks.

Tony eyed the messy sandwich he was making, then shrugged and said, "Sure, why not."

Several minutes later the three of them were heading to greet Happy by the car. Tony had insisted on Rhodey taking his wheelchair after his long walk left him knackered, but his friend instantly dismissed the idea.

Peter sat between the colonel and his father, his sweaty hands rubbing against his knees. This was his first real experience with meeting life-changers in the field of work he wanted to get into, (not counting Tony, of course). He was a bundle of nerves and excitement, and it was beginning to show on his face. Peter tried to relax because the tux he was wearing was uncomfortable, which meant it was expensive, and the last thing he wanted was to drip sweat all over a designer suit Tony went out of his way to buy for him.

"You'll be fine, kid," his father said beside him as if he read his mind without even looking up from his phone. "Just be yourself."

"Nobody wants that," Peter echoed his friend's words from Liz's party. He obviously didn't share the memory with Tony because now the two men beside him looked a little taken aback. "Just a little joke."

Happy had reached the gates and drove to a building that people could only be described as cross between the Kennedy Space Centre and Disneyland.

"I could take you there if you want?" Tony said.

Peter's face went red. Did he say that out loud?

Happy opened Rhodey's side of the door to help him out and Tony opened the other side, Peter following. Happy wasn't one to usually attend these events, not after he was promoted from being Iron Man's bodyguard, "All this new-agey computer jibber-jab is your world, Tony, not mine." Tonight, however, Tony had asked him to stay to keep watch on Peter.

Peter scoffed at the idea; he was Spider-Man, he didn't need a bodyguard. But seeing he was a minor at an adult event, he had to be supervised and Tony couldn't always be by his side as the host.

The second they stepped foot into the building, they were swarmed with people who were eager to greet Tony. Peter stuck to his side like glue, his father guiding him with a hand on his back and Happy lingering close by.

Pepper had spotted them coming in and walked their way. She had already been there a couple of hours prior to help set up the event and make sure there were exits in case there was a repeat of a certain incident with rogue metal. She was dressed in a one-shoulder navy blue cocktail dress and Tony stopped for a moment to relish in it. Pepper tried to hide her blush in front of the guests.

Tony had introduced Peter as his talented intern to almost everyone they came across. When they were free from the herd of people Tony had given him a tour of a few things on display at the expo. At some point they separated, Tony and Pepper indulging a few guests on the details of the engagement and Peter wanting to have a look at the food they were serving.

"Happy, you don't have to stick by me all night," Peter said to the man as he downed some kind of cheesy appetiser he had already forgot the name of.

"I don't take orders from you," Mr Bodyguard replied, his shoulders back and hands coming together at the back like a soldier's posture.

Peter rolled his eyes. "I'll be fine."

"Sorry, kid. Take it up with the boss."

He smirked. "I admire your loyalty, Happy. I really do."

"That just warms the cockles of my heart," he deadpanned, still standing stiff as a board. He sniffed at the table, "Is that parmesan?"

xXx

Tony used the welcome distraction of a waitress passing by with champagne to nab a drink and slip away from the chatter of some corporal company CEO he didn't care to make business with. Just when he thought he could breathe, dread filled his stomach at the sight of the last person he ever wanted to cross paths. Ahead, he could see Norman Osborn making eye-contact with him and making way to his direction.

Crap, now it was too late to pretend he didn't see him.

"Norman," Tony greeted the man, the name leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. There was something really irksome about Norman that Tony could never put his finger on. It didn't help that he was an obnoxious rich jerk. Pepper argued that so was he, but Tony claimed it worked better in his image.

"Tony, been a while." The two shook hands with a tight grip. "You remember my son, Harry?" A young teen with dark hair and bright blue-eyes lingered by his side.

Tony could barely remember what he had for lunch, let alone a kid he once met at a function almost a decade ago. "Of course." He shook the teen's hand. Ever since he had met Peter, he couldn't help but feel a little more benevolent towards kids, especially when they seem to be around his son's age. "How are you, Harry?"

"Good, sir," the kid said politely. The boy was around Peter's height, his hair was gelled to perfection and his smile looked a little more pained than genuine.

"I like what you did with the place," Norman said, looking around as if he was noticing his surroundings for the first time since he got here half an hour ago. "No killer robots this time, at least."

Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the shit-eating grin on the bastard's face. He was about to give a biting remark when he spotted Peter approaching him. Perfect timing, he thought. "Norman," he said, forming a shit-eating grin of his own. "I'd like you to meet-"

"Peter!" Tony almost jumped in surprise at Harry's sudden yell.

"Harry?!" The smile on his son's face was palpable enough to deduct that the two knew each other. Suddenly, Tony felt out of place as he watched the two hug keenly. "Oh my God, I haven't seen you since-"

"My dad shipped me off to boarding school?" Harry remarked, pulling apart from the hug.

Tony saw Norman roll his eyes and say, "I'm sorry for giving you the best education in the country. I'm the devil." Then the man turned to Peter to shake his hand. "Good to see you, Pete."

"You too, sir."

"It's long overdue but I'm so sorry to hear about your uncle. How's your aunt?"

"She's doing better. And thanks, we got the flowers."

Something about the way he was with Peter made Tony's stomach heavier. Tony wasn't sure if it was the way the man knew his son's family at a personal level or the fact that it was Norman of all people. It went without saying, but Tony said it anyway. "You, uh, you all know each other?"

"Yeah," Peter said, his arm wrapped around his friend. "We met in elementary and went to the same middle school until he left." He said to Harry, "Freshman year wasn't the same without you."

"Tell me about it," Harry grinned. "How's Han Solo?"

Peter laughed at Harry's nickname for Ned. "He's doing good. We both miss you, man. Speaking of, why haven't you been responding to my emails, lately?" The two slowly walked away from their fathers as they caught up.

Norman turned to Tony, whirling the drink in his hand. "So, Iron Man, how do you know Peter?"

"I can spot talent a mile away. As soon as I saw him I knew he was made for Stark Industries," he said smugly. "You should've seen how excited he was when Iron Man offered to mentor him."

"I offered to give Peter mentoring once," Norman said, as if this conversation suddenly became a challenge. "He turned me down to help take care of his aunt."

Tony paused. "What?"

Norman raised his eyebrow. "His aunt, lovely woman. Quite the vision, might I add. But has a weak heart. He wanted to help around at home more." Tony didn't let any surprise show on his face. "He's such a considerate kid, even at age thirteen."

Tony cleared his throat. He already knew this about Peter, he certainly didn't need to hear it from this two-faced megalomaniac. "Yeah, but May is obviously doing well lately."

Norman nodded. "Good. You're lucky to take Peter under your wing. He's a real smart kid. Wish he was my son."

Tony was almost tempted to petulantly gripe back, suck it, he's mine! Not to mention the man already had Harry. Norman's greed brought out the spoilt child within Tony in ways he hadn't felt since his early twenties.

"Excuse me." Norman hobbled away and spoke to a few investors, leaving Tony to process his thoughts. Why didn't May say anything about her health? He thought maybe they had at least reached a stage of mutual trust between one another. He cared for her, not to mention she was Peter's only other family he had left. If she had poor health, Tony would do everything in his power to help out.

Maybe that was why she didn't tell him. Her distaste in Tony throwing money at everything was no secret. She made it clear on numerous occasions that her and Peter didn't need money, they were getting by just fine. He reassured her that he didn't doubt that, but that she also shouldn't doubt his intentions. If she needed money for medical reasons, then by all means he would buy the freaking hospital if he had to.

Tony watched the two teens chattering excitedly by a spaceship exhibit. He downed the rest of his drink.

xXx

Peter messaged Harry back as he sat at the back of Tony's car. It was getting late and the long day had started to catch up to him. His father, Pepper and Rhodey ultimately had to stay behind at the function a little longer. Unlike him, their aunt didn't set them a curfew.

Peter's mood was evident on his face. Not only had he mingled with some of the world's greatest engineers, the universe had decided to reunite him with one of his closest friends after Ned. He did ask Harry why the emails stopped for awhile; Harry told him his email got suspended or something. Instead of dwelling on it, they opted to exchange numbers.

As they continued catching-up, Peter noticed something was off about his friend. He was a little jittery, he complained about the room being hot at times and his eyes were slightly erratic. Peter had dealt with enough criminal activity in the streets of New York as Spider-Man to spot someone high a mile away. He didn't say anything though, consumed by the excitement of just seeing his childhood friend for the first time in over two years.

In retrospect, he should have.

Happy glanced in the rearview mirror every so often to check on the kid. "Had a good time?" he asked.

Peter looked up from his phone, sending one last message - 'speak later' - to Harry. "Hm? Oh definitely. I've never been to one of these events before. Unless you count the annual decathlon meeting in the city."

"That's a thing?"

"Yeah, it's to mark the end of a school year. The city gets its top teams together for drinks and stuff. Except nowhere near as fancy as the Upper East Side. Man, I don't even think I ever stepped foot in that part of the city. Maybe I swung past once as Spider-Man. Although, that could've been the Upper West Side, it was pretty dark."

Happy put a stop to his rambling. "So I take it you enjoyed yourself."

Peter nodded his head so much he could be mistaken for a bobble head. "Yeah! I even got these freebies." He pulled out a plastic bag of food he was bringing back to Aunt May.

Happy furrowed his eyebrows. "Did you bring that bag with you just to stuff a bunch of food in it?"

"Yeah," Peter shrugged, like he did it every day. "Doesn't everyone do that?"

Happy shook his head in disbelief, slightly entertained by this kid.

"I'm going to put it in the fridge just to keep it fresh." He placed the bag into the car's mini fridge. "Remind me to take out when I leave."

"Sure. That's what your father pays me for," Happy said, dryly.

Peter grinned, not quite catching the snipe in the driver's voice.

Happy continued. "So...your birthday's tomorrow. Got any plans?"

"Aside from the surprise party Aunt May and my dad set up, not much."

Happy quickly whipped his head back to Peter then to the front. "How did you figure it out?"

"I overheard you talking on the phone about picking up the cake."

Happy scrunched his face. "Can you at least act surprised so I don't get an earful from Tony?"

He laughed. "Don't worry, Happy. I got you covered."

That was when it happened.

Peter felt a prickle at the back of his neck but it was too late. A forceful impact slammed against the side of the car, causing Happy to try and salvage the turn. However, it was all in vain as the car flipped once, twice, almost a third time before it stood still by its side and hit the ground.

Smoke emerged from the engine and surrounded the area of the crash.

The night silenced.

TBC

AN: Sorry not sorry!