I'm hungry.
Random statement.
I do this a lot.
As soon as Tony leaves the room, I fling back the covers. Time to get out of here.
He hadn't said much.
Bruce has excused himself after him and Tony had helped me back into the bed.
The rest of the time was spent with Tony watching me carefully from his position in the chair on the opposite side of the room.
Now that he's gone, I can finally get out of here. Like, I know they've been really nice and all, but I can't stay. Not now that they know who I am. And it's unlikely that I'll be able to continue my internship… which stinks. I was really looking forward to that. Anyway… back to the problem at hand!
I carefully push myself up off the bed, making sure that I'm not going to fall over as soon as I stand. I start searching for my mask and find it sitting on a table over by the door. As I pick it up, I feel a bit bad for Tony. This is mean. After all, they've done for me… the least I could have done would be to say thank you. But I've already made up my mind. I walk over to the floor-length windows.
None of them open.
Of course.
Well, I could… no!
That's just plain rude!
I sigh. Sorry, Tony. I'm sure you can pay for it, though. I pick up the small side table from beside the door and throw it as hard as I can at the windows. I guess I was expecting it to bounce back or something. It doesn't. In fact, it smashes straight through.
And it's loud.
Very loud.
Someone bursts through the door as I prepare to jump, and I turn to see Tony staring straight at me.
I pull my mask over my face. "Sorry, Mister Stark."
"Kid, no!" He starts running towards me, but I take a step backwards… and off the edge.
HE'S GONNA DIE!
Well, obviously not.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
I would never do that to Peter!
OR WOULD YOU?!
