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The sunlight makes rainbow diamonds that dance upon the canvas that is the wall. As earth turns they stretch and fade to the silent applause of eyes. The rays shone through the oval window lying on the tiled floor like sweet honey. Over all it was a start of yet another beautiful day
The alarm clock was being rude, so very very rude. Fifteen year old Peter Parker was in middle of his most wonderful dream when the rambunctious blaring of small alarm clock jarred him out of his sleep. The boy blindly reached out and tapped on the clock "I'm up!" he whined and heard two knocks at the door
"I'm coming in, you better be decent"
Peter faught the urge to roll his eyes and chuckled softly "I'm always decent Aunt May!"
May pushed the door open and grinned "You're a teenager Peter, you being not decent is a normal thing"
Despite still feeling sleepy, Peter couldn't stop himself from blushing "Are we seriously going to start the day with your 'teenager talk'?"
"What's wrong with that?" May arranged the books on the study table and proceeded to pick the clothes from the floor "When I was at your age, I had atleast five boy's number in pocket. And one time I even..."
Peter closed his ears "No Aunt May! Please no"
May rolled her eyes "Fine. I was just giving you tips"
"I already get a lot at the restuarant" Peter pointed out with a small smile and got out of the bed. May dropped the clothes and pulled him back on the bed "Sit down honey"
"What's wrong?"
May sighed taking Peter's hand in hers "I'm really sorry for not being able to fulfill your needs and because of that you've to work at the restaurant when you should be enjoying your life as any normal teenager"
"Please don't say that Aunt May. You're the best thing that happened to me after Mom and Dad... died in car accident" Peter swallowed thickly "If you hadn't taken me, I would've surely ended up in some orphanage or living in streets"
May blinked back her tears "I would have never let that happen to you sweetheart. I just don't like you working, you already have tons to study and..."
Peter smiled assuringly "I know but we have to pay the rent and my school fees so we kinda don't have any option" he saw May lower her eyes sadly so decided to cheer her up "There's also a plus point with me working at a restaurant"
"What?"
"I get to meet lot of beautiful girls" Peter wriggled his eyebrows playfully
May laughed and ruffled Peter's hair "I knew that's the reeason why you took that job"
"Aunt May! Not the hair! Girls are big fan of these curls" Peter swatted her hand away, straightening his hair
May leaned forward and kissed on Peter's forehead "I larb you sweetheart"
"I larb you too Aunt May"
"Now go get ready for school"
"Okay. Hey I forgot to tell you, I've an extra shift today so I'll be heading to the restaurant straight from school" said Peter pulling his clothes out from the cupboard
"Keep your phone with you and call me every two hours"
"Three"
"Want me to make that one?"
"Two it is!"
LATER
It was around eleven when Peter placed the used dishes and bowls on the tray and cleaned the now unoccupied table with a cloth. He took the dishes behind the closed door that was reserved only for staff members when the manager called out his name "Parker table twelve, three cappuccinos"
"Yes Sir" Peter lowered the tray on the counter and went to lift the coffee mugs but the manager grabbed his arm "Be careful Parker. The table you're about to attend is not the one you usually serve"
Peter looked at his Boss with confused expression
"Have you heard of Tony Stark?"
Peter's eyes instantly widened at the mention of the man's name. You're not a New Yorker if you haven't heard of Mafia Boss Tony Stark, the most dangerous and violent person in the city. Rumors say the man talks with a gun in hand and if he doesn't like what he hears, the gun ends their conversation. It was not that the cops never tried to arrest the man, they failed everytime, either due to lack of evidence and in some cases fear of life
"Kid, hey did you hear what I just said?" the manager snapped his fingers bringing Peter back to reality who blinked rapidly, trying not to show his fear "Yeah.. Sir.. umm.. what?"
"Just act normal Parker. I'm sending you because you're less clumsy than other waiters around here"
Peter didnt know if the man was complimenting or taunting him
"Now go. Tony Stark doesn't like his beverage cold" the manager gave a gentle push at Peter's back who took a deep breath. He could do this. Just place the order and leave. How hard can it be?
With shaky hands Peter walked towards the table where he spotted Tony sitting with two other men. Even his tall and broad posture radiated an invisible bubble of danger. Everything screamed negative about the man. Maybe he could..
Focus Peter! The boy mentally scolded himself and pushed his one leg after another. Place the mugs, smile and leave.
Peter did as he planned
He placed three mugs on the table
Smiled at the three men
Tried not to stutter when he said "En..Enjoy your d..d...drinks sir"
And left hurriedly
Peter reached near the washroom area where he placed a hand on his chest to calm his racing heartbeats and whispered "Oh my God... I can't believe I just served a mob boss! Aunt May is soooo going to freak out and..." he paused when someone next to his stall spoke in hushed voices
"Are you sure it's going to work?"
"Hundred percent. I've poisioned Tony Stark's drink. One sip and the man's dead on floor"
Peter's eyes widened again. Poison?