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Truth Hurts
"I'm Spider-Man"...What the fuck did I just say?! Aunt May stares at me for a good minute and then...she laughs. Just like Loki had done when I told him I was and Avenger. Aunt May looks down at my chest and then back up to my eyes and pats my cheek lightly,
"Good one Pen, I needed that, I'll see you tomorrow night." She pulls her jacket from my grip and turns opening and shutting the door leaving me in the same spot. I just told Aunt May I was Spider-Man...Two things stand out in my mind. One I just told Aunt May I was Spider-Man and..she laughed, second, I JUST TOLD AUNT MAY I WAS SPIDER-MAN! I swallow and step back forcing my racing thoughts to calm down. My phone buzzes in my pocket, I pull it out and bring it to my ear without checking my screen,
"Ned!"
"Oh, no sorry Penny it's me?"
"Harry?" I don't have time to talk to Harry right now, I just told my biggest secret to aunt May and she didn't believe me,
"No, I have to talk to Ned."
"Oh, sorry then." He sounds disappointed, why would I tell him that?
"No, I'm sorry Harry. I really like you but this is a conversations for best friends." He's silent on the other line,
"Sooooooo, you like me then?" Oh god,
"Bye Harry." I hang up the phone and shove it deep into my pocket. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I do know that I have to stop it and therefore, I have to talk to Mr. Stark.
...
I knew it was wrong even before I did it, but the fastest way to Avenger tower from my small apartment in Queens is swinging, so even without my suit, I swung. I still have my old web shooters and by wearing a large hoody and ski mask along with taking more of the unknown sections of New York I got to Avenger tower within 20 minutes, but that wasn't the wrong part. The wrong part was throwing myself through Mr. Starks living room window. I knew I was damaging property, I knew I could possibly imbed large chunks of glass into my flesh and I knew I could hurt someone else, but...I did it anyway. Crashing through the window and sliding across the floor. I feel small bits of glass bite into my skin, if I had my suit the smaller pieces wouldn't be able to pierce the fabric.
"Kid? What the hell?" I pop my head up once I've come to a halt and jump to my feet, Mr. Stark stands hands outstretched at the mess around me, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Barton all stand behind the angry billionaire. I reach up and take my ski mask off, and unzip my hoodie throwing it on the ground,
"Hey, are you having a party? Why wasn't I invited?"
"Do you think I owe you any sort of explanation after...you crashed through my WINDOW?" I turn towards the broken window...
"Wow, that's bad, I can pay for that."
"You can't pay for that," he's right,
"I can't pay for that." He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose,
"That took guts." Mr Barton smirks walking over to the shattered window. I can hear the glass break under his boots. Mr. Stark sighs,
"What are you doing here kid?"
"Oh, Right," I look down at my forearm and reach up picking out some of the larges pieces stuck there, " I'm being really mean-"
"I can see that!" He gestures once again to the mess around us,
"I'm kinda scared about it-" I pull out a large piece, blood begins spilling out of the small wound, "-and for some reason I keep saying everything that comes to mind," Mr. Barnes steps closer and holds his hand out,
"Maybe you should stop that." I reach for another small piece and then brush the loose particles and blood off my arm,
"Yay that one hurt, I sure wish I had a metal arm right now, I sure wouldn't choke anyone with it." I look to Mr. Barnes, "Oh, and I can't lie...for some reason, oh oh, and I also told aunt May I was Spider-Man." Mr. Stark blinks holding his hand out to stop my rambling,
"Wait, what?" I nod,
"Ya, I just told her...right before she left for work. She laughed at me, looked at my boobs and then laughed."
"Looked at your what?" Mr. Barton asks from the window, I turn and open my mouth,
"Shut up kid!" Mr. Stark demands and I turn back towards him,
"See! I also skipped ninth period today on a dare and I saw Loki." The elevator behind him opens revealing Mrs. Romanov and Dr. Banner behind it's doors, "I'm really beginning to think you're having a party and I'm just not invited..." I turn to Mr. Barton "Is having a Party?" He wrinkle his nose and shakes his head,
"Nooooooooo." Mr. Stark snaps his fingers gaining my attention again,
"Wait kid, you saw Loki?"
"You saw Loki" Dr. Banner asks stepping off the elevator, Miss. Romanov follows, "What happened? Why are you bleeding?" He points to my arm, I look down and realize theirs more blood on my shirt and shoulder than my arm...I don't even feel anything...cool,
"I came through the window."
"The...closed..window?" He sounds out slowly, I nod.
"Ya-"
"Focus kid, Loki." Mr. Starks grabs my attention again,
"Right, um I skipped ninth period and as I was waiting for school to get out and I saw Loki...he was dressed in all black with a green tie, I started running after him and when I caught up we talked. I told him I was an Avenger and I was bringing him in and he laughed which...really hurt my feelings and I must of fell and passed out because when I woke up he was gone and I was like this...I told a lady her roots were showing...and another one her pizza was gross...I think I'm dying." Mr. Stark sighs,
"No ones dying, come on kid. Lets get this glass out of you and have a real conversation." He walks up to me hand outstretched until it's round my shoulders and he's steering me away,
"I thought we were having a conversation?"
"Come one Bruce!" Mr. Stark calls behind us,
"Can we stop at the kitchen?"
...
"Ouch," I say through a mouth full of peanut butter and jelly. Dr. Banner's been pulling glass out of my back for the last ten minutes, so far only three have need to be stitched close and only by four or five stitches,
"Sorry." Dr. Banner mumbles behind me dropping another piece of glass in a small metal basin. I've grown to like the clicking of each tiny piece. I take another bite of my sandwich,
"You have really gentle hands, be it big and green." I take another bite, Dr. Banner chuckles behind me.
"Thank you," He pulls out another piece, this one doesn't hurt as bad.
"Okay kid, you've gone through a whole jar of peanut butter so all we have left is jelly." Mr. Stark enters the med bay with another peanut butter sandwich, he swaps out the plates and places the empty one on Dr. Banners side table. He peeps into the basin and then behind my back and whistles,
"You're out of peanut butter because you're a bad sandwich maker. You put too much peanut butter on and not enough jelly." Mr. Stark leans back,
"Ahhh yes but the peanut butter was suppose to help shut you up, seriously how are you still talking? Mouth full of peanut butter with no milk and you still won't shut up!" I take another bite,
"You never shut up." I stop mid bite shocked at the words that have just come out of my mouth, even Dr. Banners hands stop,
"Did she just say that?" Mr. Stark asks directing it at Dr. Banner,
"Tony, I'm concentrating." Mr. Stark leans down to stare in my eyes, I know my eyes are wide,
"I wasn't suppose to say that." I say slowly, mouth full of jelly sandwich. Mr. Stark stands back,
"Now I know Loki did something to you, Penny Parker worships the ground on walk on, she would never hurt my feelings,"
"I didn't hurt your feelings." Tony shrugs,
"No you didn't." He pounds his fist on his chest, "Their hard as rocks. Anyway do you know whats happening to our mean little Penny here, Brucie?"
"Ouch." Dr Banner pulls out a bigger piece this time, I feel the needle enter my skin,
"Sorry," He whispers, "you know this isn't my expertise." One stitch, two stitch, knot. Pulls out another piece of glass, bite sandwich. Awkward silence,
"Can we order pizza? Ouch" Another big piece, I'm beginning to regret jumping through the window,
"No. Is it safe to say we just let this whole thing play it's self out?" Again Mr. stark is not talking to me, I finish my sandwich...I really want a pizza.
"Can I-"
"No"
"-have some water?"
"No. This can't last forever right so it's safe to say at one point, blabby over here will stop sputtering everything that comes to her mind right?"
"I studied medicine and physics and you studied everything but magic, so what do you think Tony?" Dr. Banner asks tying off another knot and then coming over to my right bicep to begin picking glass out of there too. I'm pretty sure all the glass there is small,
"I don't want to Bruce." Tony whines in his signature sarcastic yet cocky tone.
"Are we talking about Dr. Strange?"
"Shut up" Tony tells me again, as Dr. Banner hands me a glass of water. I take it with a smile and down the whole cup in one go.
"Dr. Strange kinda scares me. He's so cold, I think it's because he's never known real love, from both a women or his parents. It seems the most over confident person in the room is always the one who never felt loved as a child and had too many one night stands as an adult." What did I just say?! A minute passes by with no one speaking or moving. I cant even bare to breathe knowing what I just said and who else I just described,
"I'm going to call the wizard." Tony finally nods, turning around and heading for the doors,
"I still want Pizza!"
"NO!" I wait until he's far enough away and then turn to Dr. Banner,
"Do you think he knew I was talking about him too?" Dr. Banner scrunches his eyebrows and pulls out another piece of glass with his tweezers,
"You we're also describing Tony? Noooo, I don't think he knew." I purse my lips,
"You're a bad liar."
"...I know."