Chapter 1
Tony Stark was the owner of Stark Industries and an arrogant billionaire. He exported weapons. People called him the merchant of death, and most of the people disliked him, but did he care? Of course not.
"Who the hell is this Spider-Man, and who does he think he is?" gritted Tony. Spiderman had crashed his plane, which contained weapons for export. "He is a friendly neighbourhood superhero," said Friday. "Whatever... but now he is my enemy. That plane was worth billions, and let's not talk about those weapons," hissed Tony. "I want to know he is... he has challenged me directly and openly, and I'm ready for it," said Tony with a passion in his eyes.
It didn't take much longer for Tony to find out who Spider-Man was... obviously.
"What the hell? Our friendly neighbourhood Spiderman is a kid," gasped Tony. He had not expected this. "So his name is Peter Parker. He is 15 years old. Oh god, kids these days," said Tony. "He goes to Midtown High School and is a straight-A student, oh nerdy spider kid," said Tony with a smirk. "And he lives in Queens," muttered Tony. Though Spiderman was a kid, he was still his enemy, and no way was he losing to a teenager. "I think Queens is calling me," said Tony.
Tony found Peter working in a coffee shop. He was surprised. He stepped out of his car and entered the shop. He sat on an empty chair. "Good evening, sir. What would you like to have?" said Peter distractedly. He was writing something in his notepad. He was looking very tired. "Spiderman works at a coffee shop that's a new discovery," mocked Tony. Peter's eyes snapped wide open, and he looked up at Tony in surprise. "Tony Stark... how do you... how did you..." gasped Peter, but he composed himself quickly. "Is this about that plane crash?" he asked tiredly. Tony raised his eyebrows. "What else do you think brought me to this place?" said Tony, annoyed. "I think we should talk outside because your stupid face is seeking too much attention," said Peter with sass, which surprised Tony. No one ever had the guts to talk to him like that, but this kid was something different.
They were in an alleyway. "I don't care if that was worth billions, and I know you also don't care; a billion is like a dollar to you," said Peter. "Well, you're right; I don't care about money, but by crashing my plane, you directly challenged me and my ego," said Tony. Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you and your fucking ego," sassed Peter. Tony was taken aback. "Mind your language, bug I'm not interested in your sass," hissed Tony. Peter glared back. Before Tony could say something else, Peter hushed him. "Did you just hush me?" asked Tony in utter annoyance. Peter was looking alarmed. "Shh, something is coming here," said Peter, looking around cautiously. Tony was annoyed. He must be trying to dodge the conversation. But he was proven wrong as a group of men surrounded them from all directions. "Who the hell are these idiots?" said Tony. "Stand back; you can't fight them," ordered Peter. Tony blinked at him. Who does he think he is to give orders to Tony Stark? Peter knocked out two of them. This kid was indeed strong. Tony was not the one to stand back. He also took down two of them.
They both were fighting those men. "I told you to stand back," yelled Peter. "And who are you to give me orders, bug?" said Tony. "Fine, but don't expect me to save you if something goes wrong," said Peter. Tony rolled his eyes. "I can save myself.. worry about yourself," said Tony. Tony was fighting two at once when he saw someone was standing behind Peter with a needle. "Behind you!" shouted Tony. But before Peter could react, the needle was inserted in the back of his neck. Peter gasped and fell on his knees. Tony gasped and fought harder against the two, but he also got drugged by one of them. His head felt dizzy, and his vision blurred. The last thing he saw was someone dragging Peter to a van.