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Bruce and Tony looked at eachother. "What was that about?" The scientist asked and put down the syringe. Stark didn't say anything. He was just as shocked as Banner. Before the young hero fell unconscious due to the liquid, he managed to dig his nails on Tony's cheek and leave an angry red trail down his cheek. There was luckily no blood, just the stinging feeling of sharp nails. Why was Peter acting like this? Was it because of some traumatic event, that he deleted the feed of?
Ever since Peter slowed down on talking with Happy a few days ago, Tony and him became ever so slightly distant and the man couldn't help but blame himself. Pete is a smart kid, who really deserves to be heard, but with Stark's work and that new invention (he should take Pepper out soon for giving him the idea) he just didn't have that time.
Then, another strip of questions made its way to the genus. How long has Peter been hiding the loss of memory? When did it start and who does he remember hurting? How many people has he hurt? Were any of them innocent? Heaviness struck the man's chest. He looked down at Peter, who, for the first time since he woke up, looked relaxed (albeit he got a syringe up his neck). Tony looked back at Bruce.
"I... I don't know." For the first time in a while, Stark felt dumbfounded. He cleared his throat and sighed. "Friday, inform May Parker, that Peter is here. And bring Sandra here."
"On her way, boss. Should I leave a message or call Miss Parker?"
"Just leave a message. Bruce help me move the kid." Tony said and knelt to grab Peter's feet. Banner followed and grabbed him by the chest and together they laid the teen on the bed.
"Is he always like this?" Bruce asked. The two sat down on the couch.
"Something... weird definitely happened." Tony put his hand up the mark and the wincing feeling of damaged skin against his hand made him feel responsible.
Just then, a woman walked in. She first looked at Peter, then to Stark and Banner and she nodded, walking over and setting a case on the nightstand. She didn't say anything, other than to ask how much of a dose they need.
"Just get enough to be analysed, San." Was Tony's response and she a small smile, took out a syringe out of the case and got a blood sample from Peter's hand. Then she walked out, closing the door behind.
"So, who was this room supposed to be for?" Bruce tried to spark a conversation.
"For Peter's guests, but the TV isn't set in yet." Tony spoke distantly and a comfortable silence grew between the two. The billionaire put up the tablet and tapped on the feeds. There was a cut-off one, but he didn't manage to get the full version downloaded from the suit's AI- the so-called Karen- mainly because the systems were on lockdown or something.
The feeds looked relatively normal for themselves. Tony tapped on the cut off feed. It was Peter stopping a bank heist. With a few taps, Stark forwarded it to the point where it cuts off.
The suits were showing the stats of Peter's body. It was all relatively normal and as it should be. Pulse, suit stats, stats of the AI, temperature, time, day, etc. The screen showed the view of New York- nothing too much, just Peter swinging like normally. Then the stats changed. The pulse quickened and the body temperature rose, but Peter was completely unbothered by it. He looked around and saw a woman. She was wearing a long sleeved dress and her hair was in a pretty bun. The woman suddenly got grabbed and dragged by two men into an alley. Peter slammed himself onto the wall and let his fingers and legs do the job of sticking themselves. He jumped down into the pavement and let himself talk.
"Karen, who are those people?" There was something weird, something off in his voice, something... creepy.
"The woman is Riley Riverheart and the two men are Matthew Harel and Isaac Nertown, why?" Karen asked, confusion andworry in her tone. The teen shook his head and ran to the other side of the street, where the woman was screaming while the men were trying to steal her expensive looking bag.
Without the slightest hesitation Peter webbed Matthew's mouth (making his pulse quicken even more for some reason), causing him to drop Riley and for her to escape, not looking back. The teen then looked at Isaac.
"You think you can get away with this?!" Peter yelled with newfound anger, causing both men to flinch. Definitely creepy.
"Daniel!" Matthew yelled and from the shadows another man jumped out and lunged at Peter. He had a sharp knife in his hand and if it wasn't for the enhanced speed and reflexes the young hero could have gotten a stab to the neck.
However, the way Peter pushed away the hand with the knife backfired as Daniel twisted in a way, that seems impossible and stabbed the young hero on the side.
Peter let out a screech that can only be described as animal-like. It didn't sound like anything a human can create. For a moment the stats began turning to normal, as if he was coming back to himself, but good things come and go as he looked at the wound. The stats began going crazy again. Peter was angry. And it followed another screech, this one sounding a bit more hurt and a lot less human. The three men seemed startled, but nevertheless lunged at him.
The next seconds felt like a blur, as Karen was trying to calm Peter down, the heart rate jumping through the roof and the sound of a bone -not crackIng, but breaking- cut the feed off, leaving the last words of Karen linger in the air.
"Peter, I'll cover you up."
Tony sighed in a confused and tired manner. He hasn't slept in 30 (and counting) hours and this was... he doesn't know. Weird? Sad? Something to look down upon? Something to actually analyze and think about? Well- yes, but how much exactly?
He stared at the blank screen for a few moments before Bruce spoke up.
"So now we have a second Hulk." He said with a joking voice, but his expression didn't really show it.
Tony gave a small smile and looked back at the still-sleeping Peter. He'll wake up in a few hours. But what if he wakes up in that trance...