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A/N: New suit from Stark
Link for suit: www.p*nterest com/pin/806636983262648058/
The suit except dark grey instead of gold
Link for helmet: www.r*ddit com/r/destiny2/comments/8rrceo/i_made_a_new_titan_because_my_old_one_was_ugly/
The helmet except blue light
If you don't wanna type letter by letter instead of just copy and pasting, go to my profile.
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This chapter follows Peter Parker's vlog view from Spider-Man: Something Something Home, which is why it seems patchy. It's pretty much a filler chapter, and I feel no shame.
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Reviews
TehStorm: That might be too big brain for my OC. He's a meathead, and only willing to apply his brain if it has something to do with being stronk boi.
Aditya Ferdinansyah: I'm glad you like it! :)
SirMaou: Spoiler...
NazgulBelserion: Well if you don't like it then write something that you like. You should be able to do that better than me, right?
alertpoet91: I don't know how to approach that, because I noticed how suddenly switching to another person's POV is choppy for other writers, so I decided not to do POV switches and to just stick with improving one or two facets of my writing at this time.
Coldsan: I just realized my OC's basically an Uchiha too. Hm. I should nerf him more.
welcome007: You made this mans day better.
Madninjaotter: Glad you like it dude. Honestly, this is a filler chapter, but next chapter is a fight.
Star Iron: I'm trying to emphasize the fact that my OC isn't perfect because there's way too many Gary Stus. I don't know how well I did, but I tried to give the idea that my OC is pretty much a meathead and generally thoughtless of consequences that aren't dummy obvious.
Daniel Himura: I wanted him on Cap's side but it sucks being on the run and Stark has three things Cap doesn't have: money, money, and money.
DBot15112002: Pretty much, just some minor AU to cover for my mistakes.
saarinensari99: My OC is not a hero. He's a regular selfish person with powers. He'll just do 'heroic stuff' when it benefits him or when morals demand action. For example, he has to save the planet, because it's the only one he has, but he won't save a bank from being robbed, except if there's a hostage situation, in which case morality demands action.
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"New York... Queens..." Muttered the kid next to me. "It's a rough borough but hey it's home."
I looked up and saw him recording out the window of the car. I couldn't believe this little squirt was Spider-Man.
"The hell you doing?" I said very mildly.
"Nothing!" His phone swiveled to me. "Just making a little video of the trip. I'm Peter, by the way."
"Tyler."
I was feeling very mild today. Weird.
"You know you can't show that to anyone." Happy said to the rear-view mirror.
"Yeah, I know."
"Then why are you narrating in that voice?"
"Mm, cuz it's fun!"
"... Fine."
"Hey Happy." I grinned and slid on shades. "Why so... serious?"
He pressed a button overhead, closing a window separating the front and back rows. I looked at the camera with a big shit-eating grin.
"Get it?"
"That was awful man."
"It was amazing."
"It was awful."
"I'm feelin' myself."
"So... are you a superhero too or something?"
"Or something."
I put on my Bluetooth headphones to cut off any further questions.
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I grabbed my gym bag out of the trunk and waited for Happy and Peter to grab their stuff, bopping my head and looking at the sick private jet we were next to. Peter came around one end with his phone recording again. Happy just grabbed his stuff.
"Come on." He grunted to Peter, who was still recording. "I'm not carrying your bags. Let's go."
Peter followed after him to the jet with his phone still recording, and I followed Peter.
"-Hey, should I go to the bathroom, before?"
"There's a bathroom on it."
We got on the plane and walked by the cockpit.
"Woah... no pilot? That's awesome."
"Can I sit in the cockpit?" I called to Happy.
"No."
"I can fly a Cessna!"
"No."
Bummed, I followed Peter to the main cabin and chose a seat for myself. Happy settled down, and Peter sat across from him, still filming.
"... Is that where you're gonna sit?" Said Happy.
"Wuyeah!"
"... Is it your first time on a private plane?"
"... It's my first time on any plane!"
I let out a barking laugh.
"It's gonna be a long flight, Happy!" I said cheerily.
He just got up and moved to another seat as the plane tremored slightly.
"Should it be - should it be making that noise?" Peter said, thoroughly shook.
"God, no!" I said with a scared shitless face. "That's where the main electrical is!"
"What?! What do we do - do we get off?!"
I snorted, then guffawed.
"You're so gullible, man!"
"Dude that was not okay."
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I opened my eyes and glared sleepily at Happy's snoring form. Peter was slowly approaching his face for an up-close with his phone, when Happy suddenly snorted and shifted, causing Peter to scramble back. I closed my eyes and turned over.
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"Pretzels!" I speed-walked to a pretzel cart. "Guten tag! Ich hätte gerne drei, bitte!"
I walked back to Peter and Happy, pleased with my haul.
"You know German, man?"
"Kaum." I deadpanned. "Stark said we were going to Germany so I read a book to learn some basic German."
"But that was yesterday!"
I shrugged and bit a pretzel.
"Willst du?"
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"This is you, and that's you." Happy pointed at our room doors.
"This is awesome." I said with a big grin.
"Oh, we're neighbors?!" Said Peter.
"We're not room mates." Said Happy as he unlocked his door. "Suit up."
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'Gave it a little spice. What do you think? T.S.'
I put the note down then opened the latch on the black case and gasped amazedly as it opened and revealed what looked like two things I was supposed to grab with my hands. I did so, and instantly black metal came out of the case and encased me in a suit. I found a full-body mirror and let out noises of wonder.
"Oh - at least you're done." Said Happy. "We're just waiting for him, now."
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"- Okay there's Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow, woooaaah who's that new - "
"Peter shut up!" I whispered.
"Underoos!" Stark called.
"- That's me! I gotta go I gotta go!"
I sighed and rubbed my face, then tapped my neck, engaging a mechanism to put my helmet on.
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