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Peter was very nervous. Is my tie good? Wait, does my suit have a stain? were just some examples of some of the things he was worried about. But the main thing? He was at a conference with thousands of reporters. Yes, Tony may have given him some tips for what to say and how to act. but it didn't help that much. He was nervous. His papa was sitting next to him, also nervous. He smiled at him before he heard Tony call him up. Tony would be up there with him, so it wouldn't be that bad. Tony would also be doing all the speaking and Peter would stand there basically, trying not to run away.
"Hello, everybody! As you know, I have a huge announcement! You know Bruce and I have been engaged for the last 17 years, but you don't know something else," Tony said, being the entrepreneur he was. "Bruce and I have developed a method to conceive without a female or vice versa," he said. The paparazzi continued to stare at him, not putting together two and two. Then, Tony gestured for his son to come over.
"This, here, is Peter Banner-Stark. Mine and Bruce's son," he said, gesturing at Peter. Immediately, many questions broke out. Tony silenced them, then took a long drink of water. On purpose. Peter would have laughed at his dad being his usual annoying, slightly narcissistic self. Peter saw him put down the bottle, a real smirk hidden by his fake smile that he had perfected over the years.
"He also has something to show you, Peter?" Tony said, looking at Peter then the far wall. Peter then noticed the holographic speech board had said he would walk up the wall for a bit. He slowly walked towards there, stopping only to plant his leg firmly on the wall before continuing. Peter could hear the crowd go silent and he continued to walk onto the ceiling before hanging a web and slowly slid down.
"Dad, sorry for stealing your line, but I am Spider-Man," he said, looking at the crowd. It wan't on the board, but Peter knew he would say it the second the conference was arranged. Tony smirked before realizing what he meant by the line.
"Excuse me for a minute, BAMBINO! " (KID!) he said to the paparazzi before chasing his son off stage.
Yeah, this wasn't too bad. He could get used to this. Happy brought him to Midtown one last time, but of course, his timing was off. He was cleaning out his locker when the bell rang and teenagers headed out into the hall. He sighed, knowing there was no discreet way to get his Spider-Man stuff now. He got up once he put his last notebook in his bag and reached at the bottom of the locker with his bare hand. The other kids getting their stuff stepped back, confused. Peter lifted the locker and grabbed his web fluid, along with his extra suit that wasn't nanotech (He stored that one in his web-shooters, which were currently disguised as wristbands) He shoved that into his backpack before heading out, seeing Ned.
He nodded at him, handing him a card with his number on it and a note. Then, he gave another one to MJ. He told them to put the number in their phone and they handed him the cards back. They were the only people remotely nice to him, so when other kids were asking for them he ignored them. He then tapped his wristbands and his web-shooters were seen. He began to swing away, backpack swung over his shoulder. He looked back for a split second before smiling.
Midtown was his third home, and he was sad to see it go. But, all good things must come to an end.