Spider-Man

Hope paused, staring at Peter for a second as he hung upsidedown. “Never mind,” she finally said, saving and closing her laptop. “That’s going to be a distraction anyways. What did you need?”

After a moment or two, he hummed, before dropping to his feet, smiling slightly. “Well, you’re well-versed in how Pym Particles work, right? Well, I was looking to utilize them in my suit’s tech, for y’know, easier concealment and all that.”

“No judgement,” Darcy chuckled.  “At least not yet…”  She leaned on the door jamb and watched as he worked his way through to fixing his problem.  “I’ll be the soul of discretion,” she began to promise, only to choke back a laugh.  “You’re free?” she offered, doing her best to keep her smile under control.  The mischief that tended to ride just under the surface reared up however.  “And hey - at least you got to keep your pants!”

“Not yet, she says.” he chuckled. He took a breath. He’d been told discretion was key with his powers, but at times like this he was left with little other recourse. “Alright, if you say so..” he said before tipping himself free. He made a note to work on the tensile strength as he did so, gathering the majority of it into a ball and tossing it aside.  “Yea, I think so. Thank god for spider-strength, yea?” He said with an embarrassed chuckle.  “Small consolation, I’d think. So, were you coming by to see something in particular?” he asked, as he sat on the desk, trying his best to steer the focus away from his freakish display of strength as much a possible

“That’s one way to put it,” Darcy agreed, her lips twitching in amusement as she took in the scene. A mess…that was the only way she could describe it.  It was one big mess.  “So…do you need help getting out of…all that?” 

“Oh, I feel the judgement, may as well speak on it.” he said with a small chuckle.  He gave it a bit of thought, humming to himself. “Well, we got a couple options, I can like rip it off, which would be cool.....or there should be a solvent....Which is in the suit, beside me......Ok, one option then. But tell no one I did this, ok?” He then closed his eyes and pulled the webs off of him, only to sigh as it ripped away his shirt.

“Pete. I’m disturbed.” Johnny placed his hand on his chest, feigning destress. He surveyed the webs scattered across the room and on his friend. “You’re spider-man. Does whatever a spider, can. A spider has control over their…” he moved his hand around the room. “stuff.”

“Well, Johnny, I already knew that much.” he answered with a small smirk. “Hey, careful, I haven’t gotten the rhyme trademarked yet, can’t be announcing it all willy nilly. Besides, this webbing, came from my mind, not my body. I can control it, I swear. ”

“i’m a scientist and an engineer – i’ve probably been in your current situation about a hundred times.” tony simply stated as he walked further into the room, his eyes scanning over everything the kid had laid out.

“Right, right, so that means this won’t freak you out, then?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as he noticed Tony looking over his designs.  Peter then proceeded to yanks the webs, ripping a few chunks of the walls out as the web gave way.

natasha had been on her way to hand tony some paperwork when the passed by one of the rooms, only to see a tiny explosion and then a man covered in spider webs. the girl raised a brow before wandering into the room, crossing her arms over her chest as he spoke. 

                                        “honestly – i’ve seen weirder.”

Hope glanced up from the essay she was typing, her focus thrown off at the interruption. “Is it important or can it wait till later?” she asked, the slightest bit of annoyance creeping into her voice.

Peter paused with a hum, having been watching her for a moment. “Probably not, but hey, I’ll be over here being real quiet, I promise.” he said, flipping backwards and dangling from a web, scribbling in his notebook for a sec

if there was one thing that people should have known about the stark boy was that he hated being interrupted, especially while he was working on something. the man had been making a few adjustments to his new suit when he sensed the presence of another person in the room. “are you going to speak or just stand there staring at me all day?”