HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYY…. SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER LOL I CAN'T BLAME IT ON HW CUZ I FINNISH THOSE IN THREE HOURS AT MOST. AND I CAN'T BLAME IT ON BEING DEPRESSED BECUZ THAT JUST HAPPENED LAST WEEK… YEAH….DON'T WORRY CUZ IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH
FROM Zboy2: Please let Peter be in control of venom cuz he'll be stronger you can say – write that Madame Web gave it to Peter like in the game.
REPLY: I WILL ADD VENOM BUT I WAS HOPING THAT PETER WOULDN'T BE IN COMPLETE CONTROL OF VENOM. AND AS MUCH AS THE MADAME WEB IDEA SOUNDS INTERESTING, I ALREADY PLANNED A WAY FOR VENOM TO APPEAR. THANKS FOR THE OFFER THO! I APPRECIATE IT :D
OH YEAH U GUYS, I AM HAVING PETER AND JOHNNY MEET THIS CHAPTER.
LOL I TOLD MYSELF I WAS GOING TO UPDATE ABOUT A WEEK AGO… THIS IS WHY I DON'T GIVE MYSELF DEADLINES, BECUZ IT'S ME AND I CAN PROCRASTINATE AS LONG AS I FEEL LIKE IT.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT AND PROBABLY WON'T EVER OWN MARVEL…
OKAY LET US START. BUT CAN I JUST SAY THIS WILL BE A LONG ASS CHAPTER?
CHAPTER 6: PRANK A PARKER… AND A STEVE LOOK-A-LIKE?
A FEW HOURS AFTER TONY SLAPPED A TECHY COLLAR ON PETER…
TONY'S P.O.V.
Tony Stark, deciding to finally stop avoiding Fury's orders, was flying around New York in search of the vigilante known as Spider-Man. When the billionaire caught sight of the vigilante, a certain mercenary, and a devil on a building, he flew over to them.
As he came closer, he could see Daredevil laughing on the ground and Deadpool with his hands around the spider hero's neck. Tony landed on the surface with a clank and walked over to them.
"Hey, no choking your fellow bugs please— where did you get that?" Tony asked when he noticed Deapool failing to rip off something familiar, red, and gold off of Spider-Man's neck. Spider-Man finally noticed the billionaire and began to freak.
"UHWAH- I- WELL- YOU SEE UH—"
"Some kid running around town with a collar round his neck asked Spidey to get it off and when he did I smacked it on him!" Interrupted Deadpool, with the largest grin known to mankind showing through his mask.
"Right…"Of course that happened, only Deadpool…
"GLAD YOU AGREE CHUCKLES!" The mercenary shouted before continuing to pull on the collar, then he heard a crack. A LARGE crack, directed to Spider-Man.
"OHNOOHNOOHNO! I KILLED SPIDER-MAN! EVERYBODY STOP! I KILLED SPIDEYYYY!" Deapool screamed, swinging the vigilante around like a doll until hearing another crack.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHY AM I STILL SHAKING HIM!?"Another crack sounded, this time directed to Deadpool. Spider-Man hovered over the mercenary with a raised hand and a deadly look, if looks could kill then Deadpool's wish would be granted.
"I'M NOT DEAD YOU ASS! YOU CRACK MY NECK AND BACK AND IT FREAKING HURTS!"
"This is the first time I've ever been ignored successfully." Tony butted in, annoyed by the lack of attention he got.
"Oh, hey, forgot about you." Spider-Man said, even with the mask Tony could tell the vigilante was smiling.
"Har har." He replied, rolling his eyes.
"Oi! A little help Oh Mighty Tech Master other than me? I can't see where I got the collar off the kid." Spider-Man asked Tony as Daredevil began to get up.
"Alright then."
"Wait… seriously? No catch?"
"Well… Now that you mention it, I was gonna try this one thing on that one kid… but seeing how you got good hearing and shit this will be a hundred times better."
Iron Man clicked a little button out of nowhere and a tiny flap on the collar opened to reveal a tiny device. Spider-Man stayed still.
"What does it—" Before Spider-Man could finish his question, the tiny device blew out the Iron Man theme song at full volume. "—AACK!" Screamed Spider-Man and Daredevil simultaneously, dropping to the floor as the billionaire cracked up.
Tony lifted his mask plate and wiped an imaginary tear, "Ahh, always funnier when it's not me."
"We'll see about that Bruno Mars." Muttered the vigilante.
"Yeah, whatever, I'm already a billionaire so… no point in singing 'bout how much I want to be myself. Actually, that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I think about it." I wanna be a Tony Stark, so freaking baaad… buying twice the things I'll always have…
IN THE AVENGERS TOWER… NO ONE'S POV
"Pick up a beige file in Tony's lab." Pepper demanded, her eyes glued to the computer screen as she furiously typed with blazing speed.
"Uh, what?" Peter replied.
"Beige file, Tony's lab, bring here, ASAP."
"R-Right Pepper!" Said the teen as he ran towards the elevator.
*ding*
Peter walked out of the elevator and began walking towards where he assumed was the billionaire's lab, thanks to the large golden and red sign reading "TONY'S LAB. DO NOT BOTHER." In bold.
Little did Peter know that Peitro and Sam were sitting on the couch in the main room along with the other Avengers, listening for what would happen next.
Pietro was about to take a sip of his coke when the delightful sound of a, "WHAT THE HELL!" shouted from Tony's lab.
A few moments past and Sam and the Speedster high-fived from their seats once Peter walked back into the elevator with a twitching brow, a beige file, and all his clothes covered in purple paint. Pietro scowled.
"What?" Sam asked, "We got him."
"No! Zat vasn't us! Our paint vas blue! Someone switched it! WE DID NOT GET HIM!" The pair looked back to the couch in horror right as Clint and Natasha high-fived.
"Oh it iz on…" Pietro said when Peter left.
"So fucking on." Muttered Sam.
"Good luck bitches." Replied Tasha and Clint in unison.
"You vish, me and Vision vill take you oll down." Wanda intruded with her thick accent.
"So…" Tony started, "Capsicle… you and me?"
"That leaves Bruce with Thor then." The Cap concluded.
"I am not taking a part in this you guys." Countered the scientist.
"BUT WHO SHALL DO THE ONING WITH ME?"
"Oning?" Clint asked.
"He means pranking. You could go with Ant-Man?" Suggested Tony, "I heard he decided to join."
TEAMS-
BLACK HAWKS: 1 (CLINT AND NAT)
SPEEDING FALCONS: 0 (PIETRO AND SAM)
RED VISIONARIES: 0 (WANDA AND VISION)
IRON PATRIOTS: 0 (STEVE AND TONY)
THUNDER ANTS: 0 (THOR AND SCOTT)
BRUCE: 0 (BRUCE)
Pepper was wondering why Peter had come late. Was he trying to test her patience? The ginger was just about ready to call the teen when the beige file she requested was plopped onto her desk.
"Peter, what took you so lo-"Pepper gasped at the purple blob staring down at her, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU? Are you alright? UGH! I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!" But Peter just tilted his head to the side and smiled.
"I've had worse." He said.
"NO. You are coming with me to the Avenger's floor so they can apologize and you can get clean."
"It's fine Pep- Woah! Hey hold on a sec!" Peter's protests were fruitless as Pepper continued to drag him by the arm.
"Sir," JARVIS started, "Pepper has just arrived with—"
"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS?!" The team immediately pointed towards Clint's vent, not wanting to point towards Black Widow's room. Pepper trudged towards the vent, Peter in tow.
"CLINT! GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT DUSTY VENT RIGHT NOW."
"CLINT ISN'T HERE." The vent shouted. "AND THE HANDSOME ARCHER CLEANS IT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE!"
"UGH." She turned to Peter with an apologetic look. "Sorry Peter, there is a bathroom down the hall somewhere. You can use that to clean yourself up while I have somebody bring a change of clothes. After that you can go ahead and take the day off." The teen left down the hall and Pepper looked towards Pietro, who was slowly inching towards his room.
"Pietro, get him some clothes."
"Why me?!"
"Because, besides Vision, you and Wanda are the youngest members here and I'm sure that nobody here wants to see a teenage boy in booty-shorts, crop-tops, and leather boots." Everybody shuddered.
"But the only clothes zat aren't specially made for me are sleeveless shirts and Nike wear! AND THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE!"
"You live with a billionaire, I'm sure Tony will give you enough money to get another set." Pepper hinted towards her boyfriend.
"Do I get a say in this?"
"NO!" Shouted the two.
Pepper gave Pietro the death glare. "You are going to lend your clothes to Peter. And YOU," She said, pointing to the billionaire, "are going to give Pietro the money to buy something to make up for it."
"Fine zen."
"Whatever."
"Good. When Clint decides to 'come back', then tell him that as punish he should go patrolling for Spider-Man like you ALL should be doing right now." Pepper left with that and walked into the elevator.
PETER'S POV _
It was a good thing that Peter had worn his suit underneath his clothes, the bad thing was that Peter had worn his suit under his clothes… and now he has to take them off. There better not be any cameras. Peter thought as he stripped himself of the purple mess, which had fortunately shielded the suit. Peter stuffed the spandex into his now purple bag and hopped into the shower.
"So many buttons…" Peter said, pressing the one closest to what he thought looked like hot water. It was not.
"COLD! TOO COLD!" The teen stuck to the ceiling and smacked all the buttons until realizing… purple button= warm water. WHAT'S WITH ALL THE PURPLE?! He thought. Someone snickered in the living room. Did I just say that out loud?
"Yes, you did!" Pietro answered from the other side.
"Oh!" He yelled back through the running water. "What are you doing there anyways?"
"Thought you needed new look." That accent is so thick it seems fake.
"Hah! It iz real my friend." I should really stop saying things on my mind… bad habit.
"That, you should. Next thing you know you'll be voicing the porn in your head." Peter went red.
"I-I don't."
"Just joking." Peter heard him say before Pietro speeded away.
A few minutes later Peter pushed away the shower curtains and wiped himself off before staring at the clothes. The camo shorts were fine for Peter, knee length and a few useless pockets here and there but fine nonetheless. There were no need for new shoes, Peter's didn't get so much paint on his sneakers anyways. But the top, NO. It was fitting, blue, had a pocket at the bottom, a hood, and was sleeveless. No, Peter didn't need that. Peter did NOT need sexy, awesome, probably expensive, cool clothes. Never in his life had Peter ever worn something other than his Spidey suit that showed his non-spaghetti arms. People did not need to know that Peter Parker was hot….
Until now.
NO ONE'S POV _
"You gave Peter a sleeveless top? Have you seen him? I mean no offence but," Sam whispered closer to Pietro, "he's basically spaghetti."
"I KNOW!" Pietro laughed, "But tis not funny when one wears a sleeveless with long gangly limbs?" The Avengers, minus Steve and Bruce, laughed. Then Peter walked into the room and their mouths went dry.
"I take it back, those ain't even close to spaghetti."
"Those not gangly." Yep, that shirt made it clear to everyone that Peter was indeed smexy. And by smexy I mean HOT. REALLY HOT. Yeah, Peter was tall, and had long limbs, but now that they showed, you could tell that they were NOT skinny. Those missing sleeves had revealed a pair of tense muscles that you would see on a male gymnast and soccer player mix, and the dip of the shirt collar had finally shown that mouthwatering neck that would usually be covered up by Peter's insane layers of clothing.
CAN I JUST SAY THAT ANDREW GARFIELD'S ADAMS APPLE IS SO SMEXY IT LOOKS EDIBLE? SORRY BOYZ BUT I GOT A THING FOR SEXY NECKS…YEAH…-LUXY
Peter coughed awkwardly at everyone's stares, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Where'd you get the scars?" Asked Hawkeye, who had spotted a bunch of fading ones around Peter's arms and legs. Yeah, note to self to never attempt running through barbed wires.
"You thought running through barbed wires would be a good idea?" Cap asked.
"Meh, one doesn't think often after being chased for a while."
"Chased? By who?"
"Oh you know, the high school bullies. Normally I'd take a punch or twenty before they stop, but I had to buy eggs and I was hoping to catch the store before it closed." Peter answered, smirking. Steve frowned and sunk back into the couch, obviously disliking the fact that there were still muggers and bullies out there.
"So," Peter started, "anything else before I leave ya'll?"
"Actually yes," Tony said, "I know tomorrow is your day off and all, but Steve and I want you to meet someone so come by around 9:30 and we can meet up and shtuff."
"Oh. Alright. See you around then." Peter said before parting.
Peter hustled through the New York crowd, hearing a few "watch it"s and "hey handsome"s here and there. Peter was completely fine being a complete nobody in the crowd, but stupid Pietro just HAD to give him a sleeveless.
"Hey cutie, haven't seen you around here."
"Really? Because I happen to walk around here every day like everyone else." God, who knew hookers could get annoying? Thought Peter as he continued to walk away.
"Peter?" Oh for the love of God, who is it now? I DO NOT need an Aunt May wondering when and how her nephew suddenly grew muscles. Peter turned around.
"Liz Allen?"
"Oh good! You remember me!"
"Yep." How could he not? It's not like you could just forget that one high school crush that completely ignored you until finding out you could take pictures for her boyfriend.
"It's been a while, and it looks like your fashion sense seems more… fitting now."
Liz had only seen Peter's body once before now, on the day that she and a few others found that Parker was more than what you'd expect from a high school loser.
FLASHBACK LIZ POV…
Liz Allen was the epitome of a popular high school girl. She had many friends and followers, a hot boyfriend, okay grades, a proud and rich ass family, good looks, and one secret rival.
She was currently in Calculus (she was placed there accidentally, but it wasn't like she couldn't find ways to copy) sitting in her desk in the back of the classroom and twirling her hair as the teacher was lecturing his usual boring shit. The classroom door opened and Peter Parker lazily walked to his seat next to hers, plopping head on the desk.
" , late again I see." The teacher said.
"Sorry." Peter breathed out, "Won't happen again." The teacher continued with his lecture. While Liz was the example of a popular girl, Peter Parker was the perfect embodiment of a high school loser. Glasses, good grades, occasional tardiness, second smartest in the school (next to Gwen Stacy), tall, thin, bullied on, no friends, you know.
"PARKER! IF YOU THINK YOU ARE TOO SMART FOR MY CLASS THAT YOU HAVE TOO SLEEP THROUGH IT THEN BY ALL MEANS ANSWER THE PROBLEM!" The teenager slowly brought his head up and stared at the problem for five seconds before answering.
"Negative five hundred forty-two. Sorry it took so long, don't- feel so well." Liz looked closer at Peter, he didn't look so well either. Peter's skin had paled and his eyes had become baggy, his shoulders were slumped and he was shaking, eyes unfocused under his hood. Liz then noticed a wet spot growing from Peter's side.
" ?"
"Yes Liz?"
"Peter is bleeding!" Everyone turned their attention to Peter, whose eyes had widen. walked to Peter and pulled his hood down. Everybody gasped and Peter flinched. His face was nastily bruised with cuts and scratches dominating him. The teacher sucked in his breath.
"P-Peter what happened?"
"I-I um- Got mugged on my way here, put up a fight though. I can walk to the nurse's office."
"No, you are staying here while I call her over. Liz, help Peter out of his jacket and help him to the floor." Liz got up from her seat and held her breath while peeling off the soaked jacket and slowly brought him to the ground. The nurse arrived.
"Alright, everybody except Liz back away and give him space, I am going to inspect the damage."
"Ngh, don't." Peter groaned when the nurse attempted to pull off his shirt.
"I can't help you if you won't show me Peter." Peter paused as if thinking before he hesitantly nodded and Liz helped the nursed to get the top off.
"OH. MY. GOD." Liz gasped along with everyone else. Nobody was sure whether to be surprised at all the bruises and cuts and that one gaping wound at the side of Peter, or the fact the Puny Parker wasn't Puny.
"Kuh! Shit shit shit!" Peter shouted as the nursed pushed on Peter's side.
"It's a stab wound."
PRESENT
Ever since that day Liz kept staring at Peter's shirt wondering what he would look like without all of those scars. And right now, that shirt is giving her a pretty good idea of what's under…
"Well, I still wear the same style actually. Some people where I work decided to play a prank on me and I had to borrow their clothes."
"You want to take them off? Find something else to put on maybe?" Liz hinted.
"No, not really, I'll just change when I get home." God he's so dense it kills me.
"Hey Peter!" Oh no.
The two turned to look at the newcomer, whose platinum blond hair swayed in the wind as she took confident strides towards them. Felicia Hardy, aka Liz Allen's secret enemy, aka the only girl who wasn't afraid to steal whatever guy Liz was talking to.
"Hey Felicia." Peter replied.
"You're dressed a lot differently from when I saw you last week. Oh, and I met your Aunt, she's very sweet, told me you got a job at SI. Congrats!" Peter smiled sheepishly. Felicia smirked, Liz scowled.
"Uh, yeah, they pulled a prank on me today. I ended up covered in purple paint and borrowing Pietro's clothes because Pepper forced him too, Tony's paying him back though."
"Aren't Tony and Pietro Avengers?" Felicia asked.
"Yup." This caught Liz's attention.
"YOU MET THE AVENGERS?"
"Yeah, they're a funny bunch. Thor's kinda loud. Oh yeah! Felicia, this is Liz Allen! Liz, this is Felicia Hardy."
"We know each other," The blond said, "do you mind leaving us to talk Pete? You probably want to change out of that anyways so you can leave us while we catch up on things."
"Sure, later!"
"Bye!" Felicia said with an innocent smile. When Peter was out of sight, Felicia's face turned serious.
"Back the fuck off Liz, he's mine."
"Excuse me? I've had a longer crush on him than you, Felicia."
"That may be true, but you only noticed him when you found out he was hot. I didn't have to realize that."
Liz was taken aback, "Peter isn't yours Felicia."
"Yeah, I think he is." With that, Felicia left Liz.
GOODNIGHT… OR IS IT A BAD NIGHT? NO ONE'S POV
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is said to arrive right when the trouble starts. In this case, the trouble was outside of the Museum of Modern Arts (MOMA). The vigilante swung down to a nearby cop.
"Where'd he go?"
"Went that direction," the cop replied, pointing to an alley, "We aren't sure if this person actually stole something. We suspect that this could be the same person trying to get your attention since you left. However, he did take a few things to catch our attention before your appearance."
"Were they valuable?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, he certainly got my attention. What's he look like?"
"Nobody knows, we've only found him to be a cat burglar."
"Okay." The vigilante shot a web and swung off into the direction where the cop pointed.
He circled around a few times before figuring that this person had decided to hide and try again another time. The vigilante stopped at the top of a building.
"Hey Spidey." Spider-Man recognized that purr almost instantly, he turned around, finding a familiar face perching above him with blue eyes carefully scanning him. Her silvery hair flowed past her shoulders like a river in the moonlight as she bent forward, arms between her legs, and the zipper of her cat suit was pulled a little higher this time.
"Black Cat."
"Glad you remember me baby." The feline said, licking her glossy red lips.
"How could I not? It's not every day a crazy cat lady decides to kiss me."
"Oh really?" Black Cat asked, half-laughing, "After being missing for so long and finally coming back for some weird reason, I could imagine that boring ass news reporter April O'neil to be shoving her hands down your pants. You know, considering your certain… parts, I would have never expected a white boy behind the spandex."
"You don't seem to be disappointed."
"Oh, I'm not baby." She hummed, jumping down from her previous position and walking past the vigilante's personal bubble. Spider-Man tensed.
"Mmn, you seem nervous."
"No kidding." He breathed out.
"I bet you like this don't you?" Black Cat said, inching closer and closer.
"Do you?" He asked. The beauty smirked. She slid her fingers under his mask, slowly bringing them up, lips barely brushing against his ear.
"Very."
"Then why be a villain?"
"Maybe I'm doing this… for you."
"Then I guess I'll have to stop you and find out who's behind the mask." The feline's eyes narrowed, but she smirked nonetheless.
"Not if you can catch me and my fine ass." Black Cat bent down and swiped her leg under Spider-Man, who had seen it coming and dodged. The burglar took this moment to sprint away as the vigilante ran after her.
The two jumped from building to building at unusual speeds, a camera had caught the two and now all the screens in Time Square were showing the same picture of Spider-Man chasing Black Cat, with pink and red borders and hearts surrounding them, and the large question, "SPIDEY'S GIRLFRIEND?"
"You've got to be kidding me." The vigilante mumbled.
"I THINK IT'S KINDA CUTE!" The feline shouted back, her heels making *click* sounds while she ran.
"Whatever." Spider-Man caught up with Black Cat, not that he was struggling, because what was the fun in catching the thief without messing around? He jumped and pinned her to the ground, staring into her blue orbs for a moment. Black Cat drew her face closer to the vigilante and kissed him through the mask before slipping out of his grip while Spider-Man was processing the situation. Stopping mid-step, Black Cat turned to look at the vigilante.
"See you around!"
LE VERY NEXT DAY… PETER'S POV
Peter strolled into the Avenger's floor and sat in the kitchen as Tony walked in.
"Hey Tony."
"Hey," The billionaire walked up to the bar, "Want any?"
"No, I'm underage." Peter replied. Steve walked in from the hallway to the right of the teen. He was wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants, with a towel around his neck.
"Mornin' Steve."
"Morning son." The soldier walked to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle before walking into the hallway to the left of Peter.
Tony took out a beer and began to sip. He was beginning to believe that the billionaire thinks alcohol is much more necessary than water in matters of survival.
"Sure you don't want anything?" The playboy asked. Peter shook his head.
"Nope. Water is fine though." Tony bent under the table in search for at least one fridge containing water. The teen heard footsteps coming from the hallway to the left, he turned his head to greet him/her.
"Hey Ste— what? When did you? Weren't you just? Whaaa?" Steve was different, not just personality different, looks different. While Steve was the perfect example of a good-hearted and old fashioned American with white t-shirts, light jeans, and a boy-scout hair-cut, this other Steve was a perfect example of Americans nowadays, buzz cut, skinny jeans, biker jacket, an expensive plain blue t-shirt.
"Sup, kid." The new Steve said, walking towards the fridge and pulling out a Gatorade before going into the right hallway.
"AHAH! I FOUND IT!" Tony shouted, holding up the water bottle from under the table.
"You realize you could have gotten water from the fridge Steve went to?"
"Nah, wouldn't have been dramatic."
"It wasn't dramatic."
"Whatever."
"Does Steve have a brother?"
"No."
"Or a clone?"
"Hmmm, not that I know of."
"Are you sure….?" Tony stared at Peter quizzically.
"Why do you ask?" He questioned, turning around to grab something. Just then, while Tony's back was turned, both Steve's walked from their hallways, with Peter staring disbelievingly, and high-fived at the center of the room before going to the opposite hallways. Yep, the boy was left flabbergasted.
"Tony, I may be hallucinating, but I swear I just saw two Steve's in different fashion high-fiving at the center of the room before walking off." Tony turned around.
"Did you hit your head?"
"No, but yesterday I was getting hit on by New York hookers."
"Sweet."
"So, um, when are you and Steve gunna introduce someone to me like you said?"
"You mean me and the Steve's? And chillax kid, JARVIS will inform me of his arrival. In the meantime, "Tony plopped himself onto the chair next to him, "we can do absolutely nothing, or absolutely whatever we want." The billionaire wiggled his eyebrows.
"What are you hinting at?" Tony slid a beer towards Peter who caught it.
"No Tony."
"AWW COME ONE! You sound like Pepper!"
"I AM UNDER AGE." Peter said sternly.
"One sip." Peter shook his head.
"Please?"
"No." Truth is, Peter has no idea how this could affect him, especially with sensitive senses. Daredevil had told him that they come down hard for him.
"Just one itty-bitty sip?" The teen rolled his eyes.
"Fine, a small sip."
"Good job champ!" Peter raised the glass to his lips and swallowed before pulling the bottle away and making a bitter face. Tony frowned.
"THAT AIN'T ANYTHING!"
"I AM FREAKING UNDERAGE!" Peter stopped arguing when the two Steve's walked into the room again, taking seats opposite from each other on a round white table, which Peter didn't see before. The soldiers brought their right elbows onto the table and gripped hands. They were arm wrestling, FREAKING ARM WRESTLING AT THE CENTER OF THE KITCHEN, IN FRONT OF HIM AND TONY, WHO ISN'T EVEN LOOKING.
"Are you even seeing this?!" He shouted. Tony looked at Peter, then the Steve's, then back and forth before standing up.
"I don't see anything Peter." The Steve's stopped arm wrestling.
"THEY ARE RIGHT THERE!" He said, pointing. Tony huffed and walked towards the Steve's, walking through the table and stopping in the middle of it with his arms out wide.
"THERE IS NOTHING PETER! NOTHING!" He turned in a circle, slapping the two in face, who each grunted and fell over before getting up and walking away.
Peter was going crazy, "BUT YOU JUST! AND THEN THEY! Ugh." Peter was getting dizzy as he fell off his chair and onto the ground. Tony looked at his hands, now red and swollen.
"Ouch. Never decide to slap a cap." He said before Peter's world went black.
Peter's eyes slowly opened to see what you would expect in most movies. Three people staring down at the character with worried faces. In Peter's case, Tony was staring at him from the middle and both Steve's were staring from the sides. Peter freaked out on the three and, on reflex, immediately punched the two blonds, holding back his strength though. Both men flew back.
"Ow! Fucking shit! That fucking hurts! Aww MY FUCKING NOSE!" Shouted the new Steve.
The old Steve groaned in pain before sitting up and commenting, "You've got quite a punch Peter."
"SEE TONY! I AM NOT CRAZY!"
"Chill dude! Just a prank!"
Peter looked towards the new Steve, then back to Tony. "Who is tha—"
"Sir, has just arrived."
BLACK HAWKS: 1
SPEEDING FALCONS: 0
RED VISIONARIES: 0
IRON PATRIOTS(ON FIRE): 1
THUNDER ANTS: 0
BRUCE: 0
OKAY I AM SERIOUSLY GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE A CHAPTER 6 PART 2….. I STILL TAKE PRANKS…. ALSO, THAT WON'T BE THE LAST WE SEE OF STEVE NUMBER 2… AKA JOHNNY. AND IF YOU ARE WONDERING "HOW THE HELL WAS TONY ABLE TO WALK THROUGH THE TABLE?", THE TABLE WAS A HOLOGRAM SO STEVE AND JOHNNY HAD TO HOLD A SITTING POSITION FOR QUITE SOME TIME… GOOD THING TONY WHACKED THEM OUT OF THEIR MISERY LOL I AM EVIL… ;P OKAY MAYBE NOT SO MUCH…
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