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”Whats up, loser?” Michelle’s voice sounded from Fridays speakers, following him through the common floor and into the large elevator. He waited till the doors closed to answer, feeling the air shift as he started his descent.
“Em, I need your help getting revenge on the Avengers. How fast can you get here?”
”…Why are you calling me for this?”
“You’re the scariest of my peers.” He answered her as he stepped back to lean against the cool elevator wall, putting his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans.
“Also I’m pretty sure you’re the only one chill enough in our friend group not to pass out upon entering the tower.”
”Ned?” Her voice sounded amused
“Ned.” He nodded, smile soft on his face.
“Love him, but I still have the photo of him completely conked out on the tile floors framed in the shared labs”
”You’ve got to make me a copy” She laughed while he checked the floor tally periodically.
“Uh, excuse me, MJ. That’s my blackmail, get your own!” He spoke through a smile
He pushed off the wall right as the doors slid open, making his way out of the elevator and hustling to the workshop. He could hear Tony’s music blaring as he started down the stairwell.
“Oh wow, so you hate me, don’t you?”
“Correct!”
She laughed while he grabbed his shoes from the shoe rack in the foyer, steel-toed and genuine leather, Tony had bought them back when the internship started, having explained something about lawsuits and stuff Peter had tuned out. Having lost his mind over the fact the guy had spent money on him.
He laced them up and gestured for Friday to turn down the music, feeling it grate on his ears even through the wall. Seeing Tony inside look up from his task and up at the camera before his attention turned to the door, Peter waved and Tony nodded up in acknowledgement.
“Anyway, when can you get here Em?”
“I just got changed so like, forty minutes, probably?”
“Alright, i’ll bring you up when you get here.” He smiled as he input the door code and pushed it open, being hit with the scent of metal, burnt coffee, and motor oil. Something that was once overwhelming, but now brings a soft sense of comfort, though he’d never admit it.
"Bye nerd." Her voice clicked off as Peter simply smiled and stepped over to his desk, sliding into the rolling chair kicking off the desk to roll over to where Mr. Stark is working.
"So, was that Michelle?" Tony smirked at him, watching as the teens face burned red instantly. He pushed Tony's shoulder and looked over to the red spider-bot on his workbench.
"No- well, Yes- but just, mind your own business. Please." He grumbled reaching over the older man and grabbed a pair of his goggles. Slipping them on over his eyes as he looked at the gutted drone, tapping his fingers on the desk to the rhythm of AC/DC's Highway to Hell.
"Wow, I think I have a right as your guardian to know what your love life is like, Pete." Mr. Stark teased, Peter rolled his eyes and pulled the bot closer to him.
"Better than yours." He muttered, remembering how Ms Potts made Tony sleep on the couch last time he was over. "She's coming over to help me plan, so just- Please, be civil-."
"What, Peter? you don't want your old man to embarrass you in front of the huzz?"
Peter jumped up from his chair like he'd been shot, hitting his knee against the table as he scrambled a few steps back. Staring at the older man with genuine, irrefutable despair.
"Anthony Stark what the fu-!"
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By the time Michelle had made it to the tower, Peter and Tony were far too busy using emotional warfare on each-other to escort her up. So she'd convinced the workers to call Happy, and he'd personally led her up to the workshop. When she entered the foyer she could see Peter pacing in front of a whiteboard filled to the brim with notes, "Rules to keep the peace" was written at the very top.
The duos attention snapped to the door when it opened, Peters face lighting up and Tony hunched over in his seat in hysterics.
"What did i just walk in on?" She eyed the whiteboard suspiciously, stepping up to it and reading the list of rules. The majority of the writing having been there for at least a few days. The most recent rule being: "No using modern slang to emotionally torment your interns".
"Em!" He smiled, tangent completely forgotten as he gestured for her to join him at his desk, the spider-bot long forgotten on the floor and his goggles hanging around his neck. He pulled the rolling chair back to his desk and sat down. Grabbing the hologram of the tower and selecting the work and legal floors, separating them from the map of the tower.
He snickered as she took her phone out and snapped a photo of the billionaire with his head in his hands, seemingly rethinking his life choices through a bit of residual laughter. She stepped over to Peter after that, looking at the diagram.
"Got any plans so far?"
"I'm thinking about psychological warfare? Maybe make them think the towers haunted, or that there's a squatter. They seem to forget just how secure this tower is, so i wanna use that against them." He hummed "Fri, re-color the vent system to be yellow please."
Michelle nodded, reaching into the hologram and zooming into it. Inspecting the top floors.
"These are common floors?" She asked, he nodded and explained which is which and what they're for.
"Okay, I've got a plan but it's gonna need some external help. How willing are you to get May in on this?" She cleared off a spot on his workbench and sat down on the table top, pulling her leg up under herself.
"Uh... I think i could convince her to help?"
"Friday, call May Parker." Peter marked the best observation points in the vents while she picked up one of his (several) Spider-Bots, the one in her hands was designed to look like the vulture. He saw her smile out of the corner of his eye. He didn't comment on it, but god every time he got to see her smile his stomach did flips.
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The two worked on their plan till the sun had set. Tony and the occasional fire dummy caused kept distracting them from their work, making it take longer than it should've. After noticing the time, they'd decided it'd be better off for MJ to stay the night at the tower rather than face the horror movie waiting to happen that is the NYC public transit at night.
Adorned in his Spider-Suit (sans mask)and Michelle trailing behind him, the two lovebirds made their way up to the helipad on the top of the tower. Peter wished her a goodnight. He gave her a soft peck on the cheek and slipped his mask on, he stepped up to the edge of the tower, climbing onto the guardrails and standing on the balls of his feet. Perfectly balanced as he gazed out at the city lights, when he was younger he'd only ever dreamed of seeing the city like this. Standing on the crows nest of NYC.
He breathed in the filtered cold night air, feeling the adrenaline spike in his chest as he turned around, falling back off the building and giving Michelle and playful salute as the night took him. Gazing up at the few specks of stars he could see through the light pollution as the HUD lit up in his mask.
He felt truly and completely free as he shot a web onto the nearest building and twisted to face forward. Feeling the pure and welcomed bliss of weightlessness as he shot up from momentum.
"Alright Karen, what's going on in the city tonight?"