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The shattering of a bottle was a familiar but always unwelcome. A flair of rage in hollow eyes following him with violent intention wasn’t something new either.
He didn’t have the money He didn’t have the money He didn't have the money
He was atop of him in seconds and forced him to the wall. Making previous bruises scream at the contact. Of course, the attack wasn’t unexpected his senses were screaming at him to move. This was the second time this month he had come up short, but this wasn’t the second punishment; just the worse one.
Peter kept his eyes wide open looking wildly at his aunt desperately hoping that the bambi eyes Mr.Stark said he had would come through and change her mind. she started dazily at him from the couch, twirling her hair around her finger like this occurrence was nothing more than an annoying repetitive commercial.
“I just don't get it kiddo, you're jobs soooo easy.” Chris’s voice was a sweet drawl that was contradicted by the strong had squeezing his jaw. the close proximity allowed his nose pick up the scent of Jack Daniels, probably where his last check had gone.
The hand squeezing his jaw turned gentle, a thumb rubbing his cheek.
"all you have to do is what you're told, and from what I hear from around the building, you're a real people pleaser aren't you." Peter tried to tilt his head farther back to escape the false gentleness, wondering whose kind words had resulted in this mess.
"So tell me" Chris sighed
an elbow found its was across his chest and the pressure returned to his jaw, stinging like the bite of a million bees
"Why can't you do what your told?"
He couldn’t find his voice or make any sound move past his lips knowing that it wouldn’t do him any good anyway. Peter closed his eyes. A fist connected with his ribs knocking the wind out of his lungs and his feet out from underneath himself. As more connections were made Peter desperately escaped within himself trying to block out the pain with happier images. Choosing and sinking into the memory of his last visit to Mr. Stark.
,p>After the Vulture, they had started to hang out more. Peter received more visits to the compound (every Friday and occasional weekend) to do actual intern work as well a combat training. It was awesome. No amount of self-control was available to him when he saw Happy’s annoyed glance sweeping the schoolyard from a car more expensive than his whole life. A part of him was worried that he annoyed Mr.Stark (Happy was a given), but he selfishly let all his concerns go in exchange for the comfort of a smile and an arm wrapped around his shoulder.
Last time Peter was in the compound they didn’t visit the lab. Mr.Stark was caught in between buying back the tower or staying at the compound. Peter didn’t see why Mr.Stark would want to stay in New York. The compound, from what he had been told, had a way better lab and a lot more space for an experiment to go bad, and it probably wasn’t filled with bad memories of the Avengers. When He questioned Mr.Stark about it he just said real estate was important before texting Pepper to make a move on the property.
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The leaking of blood from his temple into his eyes brought Peter back to his current position. On the floor in his Aunt and now Chris’s apartment where he could hardly breathe. The couple was currently walking away from him and by the position of their hands, he didn’t have to guess what activity they were swapping for.
When he tried to grasp the cupboard next to him he saw white behind his eyes and felt a tingling in the back of his neck. He didn’t want to dirty the kitchen floor though so he pushed himself up with a gasp. Every step was a memory he wished to forget and thanks to his enhanced healing he hopefully would. Walking to the bathroom seemed to take a lifetime when he finally opened the door he was ready to fall into bed, which was now the bathtub.
After Ben had died May and reimmersed herself in old habits. She starting taking drugs from the hospital. Peter wasn’t stupid he knew what she was doing it he could smell the sterilized needles. Drugs wasn’t a new habit but stealing was. He only fully realized the extent of it when he came home from patrol and found her on the couch looking at old photos of her and Ben. Once she got sight of him she tossed the album at him asking if he was happy with a dazed smile and surprisingly calm/sluggish movements.
She started going out again which Peter supported.
He didn't like the idea that he took his aunt's life away. Then came Chris, a guys she met at a bar three months ago and was now living with them. He was ex-military and got discharged for something he never talked about. He insisted that he needed Peter's room for psychical therapy (not that Peter detected any injuries). there was no fight from May. He was disappointed everytime something like this would happen and she didn't care, wishing she would put up a fight, choose him.
That was ridiculous though. ,p>He was the one who intruded on most, if not all of her life she was under no obligation to care for him only provide a roof and food, which she did. The bedroom was only the begging Chris brought to May’s attention that he ate all the cereal. That quickly escalated to locks on all the cupboard. Only a week later when Chris had blown a deal did the idea of Peter pulling his own weight come along. That’s when the jobs started.
No. He couldn’t think about it, it would only bring back the itch under his skin.
Of course, he kept up with his patrol taking to go at four in the morning so they wouldn’t have the wake up to him. He hadn’t stumbled onto a big case yet only a couple muggings, robberies and attempted sexual assault. Mr.Stark said he was doing a good job, a simple sentence that fueled Peter forward for a solid week, but Peter didn’t want Mr.Stark to think that he couldn’t do more.
He eased his way onto the porcelain age of the tub and laid his head on his pillow. It was eleven right know he had a little bit to sleep then he would go fight some bad guys. It was the weekend so he could help out all day tomorrow. He wished he could visit Mr.Stark he felt childish even thinking about how dependent he had become on him.
Struggling to keep his eyes open Peter finally succumbed to sleep.
TIME SKIP
The redness of the spidery symbol reflected the excitement of the young hero under the mask. He was perched on a ceiling corner as he had finally come across something interesting.
Drumroll!!!!!!
AN ILLEGAL WEAPONS DEALER.
Not that illegal weapons deals were cool…..They were cool though.
What originally caught his attention was the purple glow. Even months after Toomes capture there was still some stragglers.
“Peter this seems like a very dangerous situation to enter in your start. I've detected several bruises, a possible concussion, and low blood sugar.” Karen's voice filtered to his ears. With a strange amount of human sounding concern.
“It’s fine Karen nothing that won’t fix itself in a couple hours, and I’ll eat when I get home.”
The dealers began laying their pieces down on the table. When all the weapons were in his eyeline he decided it was time to make his move. He accesses the room one more time he crawled directly above the firearms.
“How much?” Big nose sneered. Looking at the purple glow as if wielding it would make him master of the universe.
“500$” Mr.Mean-looking-possible-biker-guy responded while crossing his arms. This didn’t seem to be the response Big Nose was looking for.
“500!I was told it was 100$” He spit out looking angry.
“You want it don’t you.” Mr. Mean-looking-possible-biker-guy said not looking like he was gonna budge anytime soon.
Big nose made his way to the table and while their eyes were carefully trained on each other Peter webbed one of the guns up to himself and stuck it to his back, with his Spidey Stickers…..He really should not let Ned name his powers.
“Not satisfied? Fine, I’ll take show you the rest, but don’t get any ideas, Manson.” Big noses name was apparently Manson that was disappointing.
When they left towards the other room the masked hero jumped silently down from the ceiling and grabbed the guns and stuck them around his body: calf's, stomach, back, arms. He looking like a somewhat human flytrap.
He heard grunts and punches coming from the other room. Huh, guess there weren’t any guns in there. Making sure he had everything he starting jogging outside onto the sidewalk. He received a lot of weird looks and only a view photos. He would admit he looked suspicious with guns sticking to him all around his body. O how he could see the headlines now "QUEEN"S MENACE PROMOTS GUNS" the fact that anyone would align him with the NRA was enough to make him regret waking up.
The run wasn’t too far. Climbing onto his apartment building roof he placed the weapons with the rest of his collection. Peter wanted to wait till he had a good hoard before showing it to Mr.Stark. He had a perimeter of the roof surrounded in various weapons.
May and Chris were out tonight. Looking at the weapons an idea came to him. Carefully taking off the suit while lying on the roof to avoid onlooker (a difficult task). When the suit was off he went over to his backpack to get his clothes. When comfortable in his blue sweatshirt he grabbed a weapon he new shot flames of a volcanic degree and aimed it at his suite. He held his fire for only 30 seconds.
When he held it up there was a noticeable hole.
Perfect.