Peter's fingers twitched, tapping on the metal desk in front of him. He fiddled with his pencil, occasionally chewing on the eraser. His brain worked to solve the complex math problems Mr. Stark had recently dropped on the table for him.
"Here you go kid. Ah ah ah! Before you complain! After you do this, we can get to the fun stuff." His motioned his head to the current Mark he was working on. Peter spun around in the black office chair.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
With a chuckle, Mr. Stark left the lab, presumably to a meeting.
After four failed attempts at solving the problems, he finally leaned back in his chair and sighed. Ugh. He just couldn't focus today. His thoughts kept turning to his previous mission. With Vulture defeated, Peter had been left with this empty feeling that he could or rather, should be doing more.
He swiveled in his chair distractedly. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, Peter eventually was consumed with boredom. He resolved to take a walk, reasoning that getting out of the lab and getting some fresh air would do some good.
"FRIDAY, if Mr. Stark asks, I went for a walk."
The chipper female voice responded with, "Will do, Mr. Parker." He grabbed his backpack (just in case), and headed to the ground floor of the Avengers tower. He waved to the security guy on his way out.
"Bye Dave! You're doin' good work around here," Peter raised his hands in double finger guns. Dave lifted his hand, waving goodbye to the boy.
Not two minutes after he had stepped outside, his sensitive ears picked up sirens wailing in the distance. He groaned. Guess it was time to be Queens' favorite superhero.
This was NOT going well, and Peter knew it. Bright flames were rapidly consuming the small office building that he was sure was a paper company. The only letters he could make out on the sign read: D N ER MIF LI
"Karen, how many more people are still in here?"
"My scanners are detecting four more," she confirmed. "One on the floor where you currently reside, and three on the floor above us." Spider-man quickly found the first one person. She was short and had shoulder length black hair. He could swear she was holding on just a little too tightly, but swung her safely out of the fire to the waiting paramedics anyway. He shot a web to the 5th floor and launched upward, landing on a windowsill.
Peter could hear yelling through the crackling of the fire. He dashed towards the voices, dodging embers and debris that fell from the ceiling. He found the last three, two men and woman with reddish brown hair. They huddled in the corner of their smoldering office. Peter was starting to get dizzy from the amount of smoke he had inhaled, but ignored it for the moment. Grabbing the two men, he stuck a web to them and gently lifted them to the ground.
There was wet coughing coming from behind him, and he turned to see the lady. She was hacking into her arm and her head started to loll. "Hold on now, ma'am, I'll get you out." Once he was sure that the other two were safe, he rushed back to the woman. He grabbed her and swung out of the building.
His head was pounding and he was coughing a lot. Does that happen when you inhale smoke? Peter wasn't sure. He just wanted to get out of this stupid building. Suddenly, Karen's voice rang into his ear, "Wait, I am picking up one more person. Basement floor."
"Ok, Karen, guess I'm going in," he wheezed.
When Tony walked back into the lab, he hadn't expected it to be empty. Peter was just here! I mean, he had given him some hard math problems. The kid couldn't have been done already.
"FRIDAY, where's the kid?"
"Mr. Parker was going for a walk, although his suit has recently been activated outside the tower."
"What? Where?" Tony pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Peter never stops.
"A paper company has recently caught fire; would you like me to bring up live news coverage?"
"Sure." He wanted to make sure that it wasn't too serious.
The camera was pointed at a brown brick building that was slowly being destroyed by the raging fire. On the ground, a man shouted up at the building, "Ryan started the fire! Ryan started the fire!" The live news also showed Spider-Man swooping in and out of the building easily, saving dozens in less than five minutes. A female anchor appeared on the side of the screen. "This just in, live footage from a fire in downtown New York. Police say that the flames were most likely caused by an electronic appliance that was left on for too long. The small paper company-"
"Okay FRIDAY, that's enough. Just let me know if anything changes."
"Of course, boss."
Tony figured the kid could handle himself for a bit. Besides, FRIDAY would let him know if anything was off.
It had been 20 minutes when the AI's voice alerted Tony.
"Mr. Parker is leaving New York at a rapid speed. According to his vitals, he appears to be unconscious."
"What?! FRIDAY, track him now!" Tony lept into action, calling his suit and flying out of the tower. What had Pete gotten himself into this time?
A/N: Thanks for reading! Also, did anyone catch the subtle Office references? If you did, we can automatically be friends.
I hope you keep reading and that you enjoyed! ;)
-katilange