" I guess I just like helping, ya know? That's what a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man does."
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Kennedy Holt had been given quite a surprise the moment she saw a teenager in the iconic Spider-Man suit being scolded by her boss, it was quite the sight if she were to be honest. However, her day took a turn when she was put in charge of the young man for a bit.
Currently, she could be found in the express elevator at Avengers Tower, holding her tablet in one hand and a stack of clothes in the other, her white Valentino bag hanging from her shoulder. As the elevator door opened, she walked into the penthouse only to find Peter Parker sitting on the ceiling, casually watching an old SpongeBob episode on the large smart tv, leaving her utterly shocked.
Peter giggled, saying Patrick's line as it was spoken, "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma" Using a fake deep voice to mock the chocolatey tones of the starfishes voice. He didn't have to look behind him to notice a presence in the room, "Hey Miss Kennedy," he slowly lowered himself to the ground, turning around the moment he was safely on the floor, "We ready to go?"
Kennedy smiled, "You don't have to call me that, you know. You can call me Kennedy or Kenna." Peter nodded, walking up to her and taking the clothes from her arm, heading towards the bathroom. Well, he thought he was heading towards the bathroom.
"Umm... Miss Kenna? Where's the restroom?" Kennedy let out a little laugh, giving him easy directions to the restroom so he could get changed. "Okay, thank you!"
A few minutes later, Peter was out of the bathroom, an Avengers T-shirt, a pair of Avengers tennis shoes, and a pair of black gym shorts with the Avengers symbol adorned him. It was quite obvious the whole outfit was from the gift shop downstairs, but all together it wasn't too bad. Kenna gave a quick thumbs up, "Looks good, did you use the deodorant on the bathroom counter?" Peter nodded, "Alright, off we go then." They walked over to the elevator, pressing the button and entering when it arrived.
The two stood in the elevator, patiently waiting to arrive at the first floor. Peter decided to spark some conversation in the awkward silence, "How has your day been, Miss Kenna?"
Kenna sighed, "A bit strange I'll admit, but other than that I'm pretty happy today," She turned to Peter, smiling thankfully, "Thank you for asking, you?"
Peter chuckled lightly, "Even stranger," He looked at her, "What's got you so happy?"
Kenna smiled, "Not only do I get to go shopping, but I get to see my fiancé at the mall." The elevator stopped, letting the two off at the first floor lobby. They walked into what looked to be a large parking garage, a black Honda Civic driving towards them. The drivers door opened, revealing a man in a valet uniform. The man gave Kenna her car keys back, "Thank you, Jake."
The two entered the car and were off on the busy roads, Peter speaking up, "So, you have a fiancé?"
"Yeah, our wedding is in a few months, I still need to get my dress though." Kenna frowned realizing how often her wedding dress slipped her mind. "I keep forgetting to look at some, my family sorta gave up on trying to find out when I will since they don't wanna fly out for me to have forgotten again."
Peter smiled, "Who's paying the expenses for the wedding?" Kenna honked at the driver in front of her, nearly cursing out of pure road rage before she was able to reply.
Kenna sighed angrily, the roads obviously getting to her, "Mr. Stark, actually." Peter looked a bit surprised, "I've been his assistant for quite some time now, he offered to pay for everything the moment the ring was on," She turned left at the stoplight, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, we do have his card, right?" Kenna nodded, a small 'mhmm' replying, "So while its on your mind, why don't we go shopping for your dress now?" Peter smirked, Kenna nearly looking at him like he was crazy.
Kenna replied, "Today, we're shopping for you, okay? Maybe after we get all your stuff, if we still have time, we could go looking I guess." Peter smiled brightly, "But that's only if we have time." Peter nodded quickly, excited to help her out. "And are you sure you want to do that today? I've known you for around an hour and you already want to help plan my wedding." She chuckled.
Peter grinned, "I guess I just like helping, ya know? That's what a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man does."
As they approached the next stoplight and came to a full stop, Kenna quickly leaned towards Peter and ruffled his hair, ruining it. She giggled as she heard Peter's protests, finally driving into the parking garage of the closest mall to them. She parked the car on the 3rd floor of the parking garage, which just so happened to have an entrance into the building on it. As the car came to a stop, she grabbed her stuff and was quickly out of the car, Peter lagging behind a bit. "Get out, loser, we're going shopping." Kenna joked.
Peter squinted jokingly, "Isn't it supposed to be 'get in' and not 'get out'?" He chuckled as he stepped out of the car, his phone in his hand being his shorts had no pockets.
She shrugged, "Didn't work with the situation." Peter smirked, running quickly to the mall entrance and holding open the door.
He yelled back to Kenna, his voice echoing throughout the full parking garage, "Get in, loser! We're going shopping!" Peter barely was able to speak the final sentence, as he was currently dying of laughter to the point where he didn't feel so good. (A/N: I'm sorry)
Kenna laughed, speeding up, but not running, in her black heels. She checked the time to see it was 2:45 pm, leaving them around 6 hours to get everything they needed. "The mall closes at 9, got it?" She yelled over to Peter, who was still waiting at the opened door.
"Got it!" Peter shouted in the garage, those in the mall and in the garage staring at him as if he were insane. Being he still held the door, people went through his open door without so much as a 'thank you'. Peter was only slightly bothered by it, but choose not to say anything. He usually never spoke up anyway, why start now?
Kenna caught up and walked through the doorway, "Thanks for holding it for me, Peter," She took out her tablet from her purse, pulling something up, "Alright, we'll pick out the mattress first." Kenna slowed down as she looked at the mall map on her tablet, suddenly gaining speed as she knew her direction. She walked past Peter, turning left to see a plethora of stores. Peter sped up to keep up with the business woman, the sound of clicking heels echoing throughout the full hall until they stepped on the carpet of the Mattress1 store in said mall.
Kenna greeted the employees quickly before heading towards the Tempur-Pedic mattresses, also known as the most expensive mattress brand Peter had ever seen, "Miss Kennedy, you don't have to get me an expensive mattress like that! I-I'll be fine on a normal mattress."
Peter stuttered, causing Kenna to turn back to him with a smile, "There's way more expensive mattresses out there, I've learned that from Tony," Kenna turned away, looking at the beds, "What's your mattress preference? Soft or firm?"
Peter walked towards the softer beds, "I-I prefer soft ones." Kenna nodded, typing on her tablet as if taking notes of the adolescent. Peter found himself lying on the softest mattress there, his back feeling at its best and his body sleepy just being on it.
Kenna raised her eyebrows, "You like that one?" Peter nodded, yawning as he realized just how tired he was. Fire escapes weren't the best on the back, believe it or not. Kenna walked over to the front desk, Peter nodding off.
About ten minutes later, the purchase was made. Kenna made her way back over to Peter to see him curled up on the mattress, tiny snores sounding from him. Kenna frowned, she had to shake him awake so they could continue, the employees there weren't too happy at the moment anyways. It was obvious the boy hadn't had too much sleep for the past few days, possibly even the past few months. She knew one thing as they left the store- she'd definitely have to inform Tony of this.