Fourteen

His father decided to attend a benefit for Somalia orphans that night leaving Peter with the suit. His beautiful, hand crafted probably worth a million dollar suit. Peter stared at the suit in front of him. He couldn't believed that he had done it and all without Friday tattling on him. Then again, his father who probably thought of everything, probably thought that never in a million years Peter would hack into his lab and make him own suit.

Peter touched the fabric and he couldn't believe that he had made it so fast. It was made of a thick, but light weight material in shades of blue, red, and black. A large black spider was in the middle of his chest and he could actually see when he was wearing his mask. It made his own handmade suit look like it came from the 99 cent store. He had even added a couple of features like six different types of web shooters and night vision. Friday had even been nice enough to suggest that Peter add an AI in his suit for emergencies.

Peter had agreed, but now he wondered if it was a stupid idea. It would probably make it easier for Tony to track him. His new AI had a soft, feminine voice and Peter had named her Karen because she reminded him of Plankton's computer wife from Spongebob.

Now Peter was in his bedroom just staring at his brand, new shiny suit. At this point, Peter thought bitterly he could only wear it as pajamas. But he looked back, his father wasn't here. He was somewhere in glitzy Manhattan pretending to care about orphans. But his suit was dying to be worn out and it wouldn't hurt to go for an hour. Just one measly hour and he would be back before his father called the FBI or whatever.

It was just one hour. It would be breaking rule 386. . .screw it.

Before Peter chickened out he put on his suit, he loved how the spandex felt around his skin. It made him feel powerful, a little less like Peter Parker-Stark and more like Spiderman. "Good evening, Peter welcome," Karen's voice chirped as sweet at honey. "It is 8:53pm and the weather is a crisp 71 degrees. What would you like to do, Peter?"

"Hi, uh-Karen let's take the suit out for a test run to make sure that everything is functional." Peter said trying to hide his nervousness. "Let's try something small like a bike robbery just in case it fails. Oh, and Karen set the timer for 1 hour. I need to be back before my dad gets home."

"Mr. Stark never makes failures, Peter and you're his son so it means you never make failures. " Karen said kindly. "Setting timer starting now."

Instead of going through the front door of the tower like a normal person, Peter choose the more dramatic option: jumping through the window. He opened the heavy, bullet proof window and breathed the cold, musky New York City air. "Let's go."

Thanks to his new suit Peter felt lighter as he swung towards the air, jumping from building to building almost as if he could fly. "You're going at an excellent rate, Peter." Karen said in an upbeat voice, he knew that she was an AI, but it was kind of nice. "Oh, Peter I found something a man in a baseball hat is bothering a red headed woman and trying to steal her motorcycle. 1 mile away, I'll start guiding you."

"Thanks, Karen." He said as he focused on the red headed woman that was arguing with a blond man in a baseball cap. "Activate voice changer."

"Activating voice changer."

"Hey!" Peter expected a manly, deep voice to come up, but instead his voice sounded squeaky like Donald Duck. He froze as the blond and the redhead turned towards him looking confused. "Wait-Karen this is not-"

"So you're the famous Spider Man?" the red head sounded doubtful.

Peter took a closer look and gaped when he saw that it was Natasha Romanoff and Mr. Rogers. They had lured him here and Peter had been stupid enough to fall for it. He wondered if he could take both of them. Not likely.

Steve took a step forward in mock surrender. "Look, Spider Man we are not trying to hurt you. We are trying to help you, you obviously have your heart in the right place. You're talented, but we want to help you achieve more than what you're achieving now."

"You could be one of us," Natasha said slowly, sounding a bit doubtful. "You have the right clothes now, but you still need training. A lot of training." Natasha handed him a card. "We can help you soften up the rough edges. This is our numbers, call us whenever you're ready, Spider-Man."

Peter watched as Steve and Natasha left and he could feel his heart beating inside his chest rapidly. His secret was safe. He looked at the card. Now he had a decision to make.

Tony had left the tower even before Peter woke up in the morning and when Peter went to the kitchen to get a pop tart he noticed that he hadn't even finished his coffee which for Tony was just plain weird. He lived on coffee and alcohol.

Peter still felt weird about yesterday and he knew that he had to thank his lucky stars that he hadn't gotten caught. It was going to be one of those lazy Sundays, Peter knew and he decided to work on his family tree project for his Biology class.

The thing was that he didn't know that much about Mary and Richard Parker, the only thing that he knew was that they had died in a weird accident. He didn't have any relatives which is why he had ended up with Tony. Peter knew even less about Howard and Maria Stark and they weren't his biological parents.

"Friday?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"Does dad have something in where I can find information about my family? About my biological mom and dad specifically? Like the types of diseases that run in my family, hair color, etc?"

"There's something that Mr. Stark is developing for HQ," Friday mused. "But it is still not fully developed. I'm afraid that it would only give you information from local hospitals, morgues, and any convictions as well as immediate family."

"That's fine," Peter said with a shrug. "It's not a big project and all my family is dead anyway."

"Very well, Peter." Friday chirped. A small tray appeared in the middle of the room along with a clean needle. "I will prick your blood and then we will use that information to track down information from local newspapers and hospital documents."

Peter winced as the needle pricked his finger, the ruby red droplet dropped on the tray. It took a moment for Friday to respond. "Peter, I found a match that may be more helpful in your project. It is always better to have a reliable source rather that depend on documents, especially if that source is close to your biological parents."

Peter frowned. "But my entire family is dead."

"Yes, Mary and Richard Parker died over a decade ago," she said patiently. "You do have one relative that is still alive and lives in Queens, however. Your aunt on your father's side-May Parker."

-End of Chapter Fourteen-

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