You have to use your imagination on this one. I really wanted Antman to make an appearance, so here's my best offer.
It is supposed to be FRIDAY instead of Jarvis, so sorry about that! Lazy me probably won't go back to fix it, but I'll remember from here on out.
Enjoy!
Peter was walking in the hallway to his homeroom class a few weeks after recovering from a sick spell when his phone rang.
"That's odd," he thought, answering the call.
"Hey Pete, how's your day going? Actually, don't reply. We have a mission that you can't exactly come on, and Strange is going too,so where do you want to stay?"
" Mr. Stark, why can't I come? " Peter huffed angrily, "I'm more than just... You know."
Glancing around, Peter found a secluded spot and continued the conversation .
"Look, kid, it's really dangerous. We don't want you getting injured. You can stay home alone, or-" Tony continued until interrupted by Peter.
"Can I stay with Scott?" Peter asked, hoping the answer would be yes.
" isn't there someone more... Responsible? " Tony asked doubtfully.
"Mr. Stark, look at yourself'" Peter replied back, "You aren't the most responsible adult either. And besides, spring break is coming up. I can't be alone for a whole week!"
Tony sighed, "Ok, kid, I'll see."
Peter walked into the Tower after school was over. He was excited to see what Tony's answer was. Scott was cool, and Peter liked him.
Instead of being treated like a kid, Scott thought of him as his brother. It was nice.
"I'm home, I ran to get here early!" Peter hollered, walking into the living room, Into complete ... silence.
That was odd.
"Should I alert Stark that you have arrived, Master Peter?"
Nah, but where are they, if I might ask, Friday?"
After receiving their location from Friday, Peter decided to eavesdrop on the Avengers. They were in a meeting, so it wouldn't be that hard.
Peter rode the elevator to the 27th floor and crept down the hallway. Stopping at a door, he listened.
"... Not responsible enough. He'd let Peter survive on pop tarts and caffeine!" Tony must be talking about Scott.
Steve argued, "Yes, but Hope is there. Also, Peter would live on sugar if we left him here alone. We don't have much of a choice. Pepper will be too busy to take care of him."
Peter scoffed quietly. Him? Live on sugar? Neverrrrrrr.
" we can use cameras, you know. " Widow interjected, siding with Cap.
Tony sighed, defeated. "Fine."
Peter was overjoyed. He was staying with Scott! He just had to finish the last few days before Spring Break, then he was free!
The days flashed by,and soon Peter,with enough luggage for a week, boarded the quinjet. He was off to California! Cameras lined the interior of the quinjet, and trackers were placed everywhere. Peter absolutely hated it.
The flight was uneventful. Peter bounced in his seat,unable to sit still. He and Scott had been texting, and Scott was equally excited to hang out with Peter. They decided to team up and go crime fighting, so Peter brought his suit.
When Peter stepped off of the quinjet, Scott and Hope were waiting.
"Hey, buddy!" Hope smiled as Scott ruffled Peter's hair.
Clint had flown the jet, so he said a quick farewell before heading off.
" So, you ready for lunch? " Hope asked.
Peter and Scott began to chant for McDonalds. Hope couldn't say no to Peter.
It was impossible.
The first few days flew by and Peter begged to see Hank Pym. He pleaded and hoped. Eventually, Scott caved.
Peter was dying inside.
"Oh my gosh. I'm meeting Hank Pym. My mentor's enemy, ish, but still. It's him! Don't embarrass yourself, Parker, not now!"
" hello Mr. Hank Pym retired Antman sir. I'm Peter. You might remember me from the Soul World. " Peter shook Hank's hand.
Hank raised his eyebrow. Looking at Scott, he asked, "Where are your manners? You have quite a lot to learn from this polite young man."
After that, the trio of bugs donned their suits. Hope and Scott had never fought street crime, so Peter showed them. Fight them and leave them for the police. Leave an occasional note, things like that.
It was all fun and bonding time until it went wrong. Horribly wrong.
"Hey spidey, web this guy up, will ya?" Scott asked Peter.
" sure thing, Anty! "Peter replied.
Hope shook her head at the two idiots. When she turned around, a gun was aimed at her head.
" Uh, guys? " She asked, as she took care of the foolish guy. More men were on the roofs, jumping down to attack. There was at least fifty.
They fought well. Until it happened.
Hope saw the gun.
She saw the bullet.
She saw the target.
She watched as Peter dodged the bullet, only to be shot by someone else.
Worst of all, she saw the blood.
Peter was a brother to her. She cared for him. Scott did too. They fought harder, shouting for Peter to keep breathing.
Peter's breath was ragged, his eyes tired. His eyelids began to close.
The normally New York based Spider-Man was seen fighting in San Francisco today, alongside Ant-man and the Wasp.
Tony looked up. On the screen was Peter, with a news reporter explaining the scene.
This footage shows an ambush on the trio. They seemed to be fine, but Spider-Man appears to be shot repeatedly. Wasp reaches him first, and carries him away. We still have not heard from any hospitals whether he still lives. Is this the end of Spider-Man?
Tony stared at the screen, rage building up. Stark turned the T.V. Off. He fumed as He called Scott.
"I saw the news."
Scott sighed heavily. "Yeah."
" is he alive? " Stark snarled.
"Barely."
" Why was I not notified IMMEDIATELY? " Tony yelled angrily. "He could've died. Where is he?"
Scott was silent for a moment before answering, "We... We brought him to medical. Hank has him stabilized."
" I'm sorry, Hank? HANK has him stabilized? Peter isn't with professionals? " Stark was calm. Scarily calm, out of the blue.
Scott winced. "Yeah."
" I am sending someone over. Address, please? This is not debatable. "
A knock on the door notified Scott that help was here. Thank goodness.
Help was a middle aged man in a white lab coat. He had dark hair.
When Help saw Peter, he exhaled. "Hello Peter. We meet too often like this."
Scott frowned. "You know Pete?"
Help smiled, extending a hand. "I'm doctor Bruce Banner. Nice to meet you."
Bruce knew Peter would be bad. He was not prepared for the sight he had just seen.
Peter was pale, and blood soaked the sheets he was laying on. His bandages were red as well.
Bruce smiled slightly at the boy. He knew this would hurt.
A few hours later, and Bruce had fixed Peter.
He had lost a lot of blood, but Peter would heal. Eventually.
When Peter woke up, he saw Hope on one side, Scott on the other, and Bruce at the door of the bed. He smiled weakly. The smile disappeared when he was told he had to stay in bed for the rest of the break.
Peter whined, "But I didn't try on Scott's suit yet! This is so unfair."
Scott laughed. "Maybe next time. If there is one- Stark wants to kill me!"
Sorry for being silent for a few days! Here's a long one to make up for it.
Hope, Nat, and Gamora would be an awesome trio. C'mon Marvel! Make it happen!
