At a Loss For Memories
He was at Stark Tower.
His suit was gone.
And he had no way of contacting his Aunt.
And couldn't remember anything since Friday after talking to Gwen and Harry.
"Sir?" The British A.I spoke. Peter had hacked into him a couple times in the past to erase video evidence, he was sure he could again if he could get his hands on a phone or computer.
"Yes, Jarvis?"
"Tony has requested you join him on the 49th floor. He wishes to speak to you about the last two days." Had he been here two days? How could he forget meeting /the/ Tony Stark? Sure he would have preferred to meet Bruce Banner, but he wasn't picky. Still trying to remember he heard Jarvis speak again.
"Sir, are you alright."
"I'm fine Jarvis. Tell Tony I'll be there in a moment." Standing up from the bed, Peter made his way through the bedroom, into the living room-esque area, and to the elevator. While in the metal box, one thing still bugged him. If he was here as Peter, where were his glasses? Normally, he would wear them when not in costume because they had sentimental value and helped keep his secret identity. Was he hear as Spiderman then? He doubted it. Even if it was Tony Stark, why would he tell him that? Sure he is Ironman, but he doesn't have a great track record on secrets.
Taking a deep breath, he watched the doors of the metal death trap open. Stepping out onto solid ground, he looked around the room. It appeared to be a lab of some sort. Walking in, he saw Tony working on his Ironman suit or, at least, a version of it. "Hey, Peter! Glad to see your up and about! You've been out for a while."
Well, time to put on the act of his life. While internally fangirling, he tried to reply as calmly as possible. "Hey, how long was I out?"
"Well, someone seems happier!" What was that supposed to mean? Was Peter not happy before he lost his memory? "Well, to answer your question," He spun around to look at a monitor, "You've been out for... well, I don't really know. It was last night, and it's 3:23 now so I'm sure you could figure it out."
So what now? If it was three in the afternoon, then is must be Saturday already. That means he's only missed one day. If that's the case, he should probably tell Tony that he can't remember rather than play it off.
"Hey, umm... I wasn't going to say this at first, but..." He hesitated.
"How about we sit down? You probably know what we're going to talk about." He watched as Tony walked over to him and set a hand on his shoulder. This was not how he thought Tony Stark, a playboy philanthropist, would act. He felt Tony lead him into another area of the lab to a couch. Both sitting down, he wondered, what did he do to get himself in this mess? Did Tony finally realise he's been hacking into Jarvis? Of is this about that time he broke a window fighting Lizard?
"Umm... Tony, I need to tell you that I-" He was interrupted.
"How long?" It was short, simple and to the point.
"How long what?" Did he mean him being Spiderman? Or had he been hacking Jarvis? Or something he didn't even remember?
"You know what I mean Peter." He felt Tony grab his wrist gently as if made of glass, and turned it over. "How long have you been cutting?"
End of Chapter Ten
Oh, what shall Peter ever do to get out of this?
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