Peter, why are you on the ceiling?" It turns out that Peter doesn't like spiders.
Tony and Peter was working on Peter's web shooters,trying to make them more efficent,when Peter screamed at the top of his thinking there was an intruder grabbed his gantlet,but calmed down when Friday alerted him,there was no intruder, and couldn't identify why Mr Parker had screamed,speaking of where was Peter
"… Peter, why are you on the ceiling?"
Peter clung on for dear life. " could you get rid of it, please?"
Tony slowly looked around him. "Get rid of what?"
"The spider."
Peter didn't think he'd seen Mr. Stark laugh before,he always had a serious look on his face but there was no denying that Mr Stark was laughing,he even had his hand clutching his stomach, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Peter would of most certainly webbed tony up for laughing at him if it weren't for the fact that the tiny eight-legged demon was sitting on his web shooters.
"Mr. Stark…" It was just sitting there, right upon his half-finished web shooters, _taunting me with its creepy eight eyes. (Why do they need that many eyes for i don't know)
"Wait a minute, kid," Mr. Stark said,still chuckling silently. "You mean to tell me you, self named Spider-Man, are afraid of spiders? F. R. I. D. A. Y please tell me you're recording this,this is so great for blackmail material.
"Hey Tony, I just wanted to remind you that-erm, why the kid on the ceiling ?"
"You'll never guess, Happy," Mr. Stark replied gleefully. "Our self named Spider-man here has arachnophobia."
Happy, God bless his kind, sweet soul, just rolled his eyes. "Where's the spider, Peter?"
"On top of the web shooters."
Casting an exasperated look in Mr. Stark's direction, Happy took a step towards the tiny spawn of Satan and was just about to cup it with his hands when both the arachnids and Peter's spider-sense 'pinged' at the same time. It scuttled away quickly, probably hiding in one of the many dark corners of the lab. No, Peter was not remaining in this room a second longer._
"I'm out of here!" Peter yelled, crawling across the ceiling, but as he reached the doorframe, his fingers slipped and okay maybe he should have accepted Mr.
Stark's offer of new trainers because his old ones were slipping off the smooth surface before Peter could catch himself and —
**_CRASH_**
On the bright side, he missed all the expensive, dangerous machinery.
On the downside, he might have killed Iron Man.
"Hey kid, not that I'm not taking this as karma but, do you mind getting off me?" Mr. Stark wheezed.
"Of course, Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark!" After accidently elbowing Mr. Stark in the sternum, Peter jumped off his stomach. He could feel his face flaming and as much as he still wanted to bolt the heck out of there, embarrassment kept him in place and helping Mr. Stark up.
"Delete that footage F. R. I. D. A. Y," Mr. Stark ordered, rubbing his chest. He then froze and the hair on the back of Peter's neck stood. In that moment it was like time stood still; the only thing Peter noticed was how quickly his heart was pounding in his chest.
"I don't want to—"
"Please say nothing, Happy," Peter whispered. His eyes were locked onto Mr. Stark's face, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Everything's fine," he carried on. "Just dandy. In fact, I'm just going to walk right out of here. Yep. That's what I'm going to do." Mr. Stark winced at the high pitch Peter's voice had gradually increased to.
"Kid, I think you should—"
"Mr. Stark, I really don't want to break anything right now so I'm just-I'm just gonna step outside… just go outside and…"
Peter trailed off with a quiet _peep_ as slowly, the eight-legged spider crawled up the side of his face. Peter took one deep breath, then another.
And then.
"GET IT OFF ME!"
Afterwards, Peter could be found sitting on the sofa,covered in his warm fuzzy blankets, an ice pack covering a self-inflicted black eye and his left knee, which had a spectacular bruise of its own after Peter accidently bashed it into a workbench.
On the plus side, the spider was gone. (Not dead though because it just so happened that Peter's no killing rule extended to the tiny monsters, as much as it pained him.)
"So, spiders, huh?" Mr. Stark asked wearily, nursing a tumbler of scotch.
Peter folded his arms petulantly. "How would you feel about them after getting bitten by a radioactive spider,which FMI i didn't know was radioactive and then wake up with really weird superpowers?! I mean thought i was dying was sick to my eyeballs was in constant agony for 3 days then bam i have abs,no more athsma and i don't need my glasses,but I Can stick to any surface,eat for around 50 people, have incredible strength and sense danger.
Mr. Stark opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it again. "You know what. We've all got our own demons." He closed his eyes, pushing the recliner so it was more horizontal.
Relieved that Mr. Stark wasn't going to make a big deal out of it and try to send Peter to therapy (he heard what they did there for arachnophobia and it was not happening), Peter relaxed back into the sofa. He was ready to leave the subject alone, nurse his wounds in peace, when a thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Uh, one last thing, Mr. Stark?" Peter said, and Mr. Stark opened his eyes a fraction.
"Yeah, kid?"
"… Could someone clean my web shooters?"
Mr. Stark stared at him a moment longer before he sighed.
"I'll have Happy do it in the morning." While Peter was pretty sure Happy might be peeved to have to come in and clean them and would probably give him the stink eye, he didn't care,it'd be worth it.