Big Time
Peter Parker was hunched over a cluttered workbench in the Baxter Building, surrounded by beakers, test tubes, and an array of experimental materials. The lab itself was a far cry from his early days in the basement of Aunt May’s house. No more awkward college dorms or scrappy makeshift setups—this was the real deal. His gaze flicked between his notes on the formula, his laptop with a live feed of experimental results, and the complex equipment Reed had let him use for the first time today.
“Alright,” Peter muttered to himself, adjusting his goggles and setting his hands on a fresh batch of webbing formula. “Let’s see if we can make history today... without blowing anything up.”
He glanced over at Reed, standing across the room, casually flipping through a scientific journal as if the creation of revolutionary adhesives was no more complex than reading a grocery list. Peter had long come to realize that Reed was one of the few people who could make even the most mind-blowing scientific concepts sound like casual conversation. The man’s mind worked at such a speed that Peter sometimes felt like he was in a constant race to keep up.
But today was different. Today, Peter was the one leading the charge, or at least co-leading it. For months, he’d been working on refining the webbing formula that had become his signature as Spider-Man, but he wasn’t just looking for something that could catch criminals. He wanted something that could revolutionize the world of materials science. A super-adhesive that could hold up under extreme pressure, heat, and environmental conditions. Something that could have applications across industries—from construction to medical devices to space exploration.
“Alright,” Peter said, cracking his knuckles, “time to make this work.”
He poured the newly prepared solution into the test chamber and set the machine to apply a test amount of pressure. For the past few weeks, Peter had been refining the molecular structure of the webbing’s synthetic compound, tweaking the polymerization processes to improve tensile strength without sacrificing flexibility. It wasn’t easy, but it felt like the next logical step after years of work on his webbing formula. If he could develop something more commercially viable, something the scientific world could get behind—well, that could change everything.
“I’ve got a good feeling about this,” Peter said under his breath. He looked up at Reed, who was still engrossed in his journal. "Hey, Reed, you remember how you were talking about materials that could stretch to absorb energy? Well, I’ve been working on something like that. This stuff should—if everything works out—function both as an adhesive and as a dynamic material that adapts to stress. Like... well, like a web, but better. More flexible, stronger, and without losing that crucial quick-setting factor."
Reed didn’t immediately respond, but Peter caught a glint in his eye as the other man skimmed through the pages. Finally, Reed set down the journal and looked over at Peter, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something more akin to curiosity.
"You're talking about a non-Newtonian adhesive compound that reacts to external pressures? That's ambitious. But it's not impossible," Reed said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “If you can make the right adjustments to the molecular structure, you could potentially create a material that adapts to stress like human skin, but with the added benefit of tensile strength and instant adhesion."
Peter grinned. "Exactly! That’s the goal. Imagine a material that could bond instantly to almost anything but still flex and breathe like a living organism. It's like... a perfect fusion of synthetic biology and materials science. Not just for super webs, but for practical everyday use."
Reed folded his arms across his chest, the wheels clearly turning in his mind. “Alright, Peter. Let’s see if your theory holds up.” He walked over to the experiment station, peering down at the chamber as it began the adhesion test.
The machine whirred to life, and the synthetic material extended outward, creating a web-like pattern that stretched to accommodate the pressure. For a moment, nothing happened. Peter held his breath, staring intently at the readout on his screen. Then, with a soft pop, the adhesive snapped into place, holding strong even under the added stress of a tensile test that would’ve torn through any standard material.
Peter let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. "Yes!" he said, pumping his fist into the air. "I think we’ve got it. Reed, check this out—no breakage, no stretching, no loss of integrity. This stuff is—"
"Impressive," Reed interjected, eyes gleaming. "I have to admit, Peter, this could be a game-changer."
Peter grinned wider, his excitement palpable. "This is it. This is going to change everything. We can sell this to the Baxter Institute. I mean, *think* about it: adhesive solutions for everything from advanced robotics to space exploration to medical technology. The possibilities are endless!"
Reed raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Peter’s enthusiasm. "Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Peter. We’ll need to run more tests, refine the molecular bonding, but if this works, you’re on the verge of something truly groundbreaking."
Peter did a happy little dance. "You know, Reed, I’m really glad I switched my thesis topic to webbing. It’s definitely more fun than talking about quantum computing."
Reed didn’t respond, instead taking out a small portable device and tapping a few buttons. A moment later, a screen blinked to life with a detailed readout of the compound's properties. "It looks good," he said, nodding slowly. "We can move forward. We'll see just how revolutionary this could be."
Peter leaned against the workbench, allowing himself a moment to soak in the success. For years, his intellect had often been relegated to cleaning up messes or building gadgets for himself. But this? This was real. This was his work—his contribution to science and to the world. And with Reed's help, he was ready to take it to the next level.
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A week later, Peter found himself seated at the large conference table at the Baxter Institute. The room was filled with the world’s leading experts in materials science, engineering, and industrial development. Reed stood at the front, presenting the research Peter had worked so hard on, walking the room through the science behind the new adhesive formula.
Peter shifted nervously in his seat, tapping his foot under the table. While Reed was effortlessly navigating the discussion, Peter couldn't help but feel like the junior partner. Sure, this was his work—but it was Reed’s connections, Reed’s influence, and Reed’s reputation that would push this breakthrough forward.
When Reed finally opened the floor for questions, a burly man with a graying beard raised his hand, his expression serious. "Dr. Richards, Mr. Parker," he began, "this new adhesive technology has impressive potential. But I have to ask: what exactly makes this compound stable under such extreme conditions? We’ve seen similar attempts before, but nothing that can withstand the amount of stress this one does."
Peter took a deep breath. "Well, it’s all about the molecular structure," he said, standing up and walking to the front. He gestured to the screen where the chemical composition was displayed. "By using a unique blend of carbon nanotubes and nano polymers, we can create an adhesive compound that reacts to tension and compression. The more stress it’s under, the stronger the bond. But it doesn’t lose its flexibility—it adapts. It’s... it’s like muscle memory for a material."
The room fell silent for a moment, and Peter suddenly realized he was on the spot in front of some of the smartest minds in the world. *Don’t mess up, Peter. Don’t mess up.*
But then, someone in the back of the room muttered, “This could be revolutionary.”
Reed beamed. "Exactly. And to make things even more interesting, we’ve already started discussing potential applications for this technology."
Peter turned back to Reed, who shot him a look that was equal parts pride and mischief. Reed’s voice rang out: "Peter, we’ve also decided that a percentage of the profits from this breakthrough will go to you directly. You’ve earned it."
Peter froze, blinking in shock. "Wait, what?"
Reed leaned back in his chair, his smile growing. "Yes. You’ll receive 15% of the profits from any commercial applications of this adhesive technology, as well as patenting rights. Although the Baxter Institute has distribution rights."
Peter’s jaw nearly hit the floor. "Fifteen percent?! Are you kidding me? I—I thought I was getting some small consulting fee, maybe a couple thousand dollars for this. I... I didn’t expect—"
Reed waved it off. "You earned it, Peter. Your work speaks for itself. And trust me, this is just the beginning. The Baxter Institute isn’t the only one interested in this technology."
Peter tried to process what was happening. Fifteen percent. A *fifteen percent* stake in a project that could change industries. A percentage that could put him in the upper echelons of scientific and technological innovators. His head was spinning.
"That’s..." Peter trailed off. He just couldn’t believe it. This was real.
---
Later that evening, as the lab cleared out and Peter packed up his things, his mind raced. His webbing formula had just made a major breakthrough—and with it, a future full of possibilities.
“I could do this for the rest of my life,” Peter muttered under his breath, imagining the impact of his work on everything from medical applications to space exploration.
But there was more. Peter’s mind wasn’t just racing with the idea of wealth or accolades. He had bigger ideas in mind. Ideas that involved using his scientific prowess in ways that could fundamentally change the way the world interacted with technology. He may have ditched quantum computing, but tech was still an area of interest for him.
“Webware,” Peter murmured, staring at his wrist as if he could already see it forming. "I’ve got the webbing down now. If I could integrate it with wearable tech—real-time health monitoring, maybe even interfacing with devices through the webbing itself... That’s a whole new kind of wearable. Smart, flexible, adaptive tech... like a second skin."
He chuckled at the thought. “What’s next, a suit that can actually change color? Wait, no, that’s already been done.”
But as he thought about it more, he realized that the world was changing—and with it, his role in shaping the future. And he was going to be there, leading the charge. He had finally found his place, his true calling—not just as Spider-Man, but as someone who could use his gifts to make the world a better place.
Peter adjusted his glasses, a grin creeping across his face.
“Yeah,” he said aloud, talking to no one in particular. “This is just the beginning.”
Ten months. A lot had happened in those ten months, far more than Peter Parker ever imagined when Tony and Reed first walked through his front door. The young scientist—who had once been the kid who could barely keep up with the rigorous demands of college life—had not only earned his doctorate in advanced materials science but had also become one of the brightest new minds in the world of technology and innovation. But, like all things in Peter’s life, success didn’t come easily. It came with late nights, long hours, and far more experiments gone wrong than he cared to count.
Now, as he stood before a crowded room of friends, colleagues, and, yes, even some people he still couldn’t believe were part of his life—like Tony Stark, Reed Richards, the Fantastic Four, and the Avengers—Peter was more than just the guy who slung webs in a red-and-blue suit. He was someone they all believed in. Someone whose scientific mind was as sharp as his sense of humor. Someone who was ready to take on the next chapter of his life.
Peter adjusted his glasses nervously, but the crowd was supportive—no pressure, right? The bright lights of the stage seemed to zero in on him, and though he had made speeches before, this felt different. This wasn’t a mission briefing or a press conference. This wasn’t a crowd of strangers. This was his family. His team. And now, it was time to take a moment to celebrate not just the end of a chapter but the beginning of something new.
“Alright,” Peter said, pacing back and forth on the stage, clutching the microphone like it was a web-shooter he had just perfected. “So... uh, this is weird.”
The crowd chuckled. Even Tony Stark, lounging casually in the front row with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face, seemed entertained. Reed Richards gave a nod of approval, the way a father might watch his child speak at their graduation. Peter felt a little less jittery now.
“I never thought I’d be standing here,” Peter continued. “Honestly, when I first came to the Baxter Institute, I was just some guy trying to fix his web-shooters. You know, working part-time as a photographer, doing the Spider-Man thing in my spare time, and—well—figuring out how to stop bad guys from running off with my lunch money. Classic Peter Parker stuff.”
A ripple of laughter filled the room. It was familiar, warm, supportive—exactly what Peter needed. He glanced over at the front row, where the Avengers were seated. Steve Rogers—Captain America—gave him an encouraging nod. Tony Stark raised his glass and tilted it toward him in a silent toast. And then there was the Fantastic Four, all of them standing proudly behind Reed Richards, who was beaming at Peter as though his doctorate was as much Reed’s achievement as it was Peter’s.
“But here I am,” Peter said, his voice steadying, “standing on the other side of all that. A full-fledged doctor. I mean, *Dr. Peter Parker*. When did that happen? Like... I think I missed it. Maybe somewhere between my third failed experiment and that one time I had to apologize to Reed for almost melting his lab with an unintended experiment. But it happened.”
Another round of laughs echoed through the room.
Peter cleared his throat. “Seriously, though. I didn’t get here alone. It wasn’t just late-night coffee runs, formula sheets, and—honestly—tons of pizza. It was because of the people around me.” He gestured toward Reed Richards. “Reed took me under his wing, and, believe me, I know I’m not the easiest person to mentor. But Reed never gave up on me. He pushed me to think bigger, and sometimes, when I’d get stuck in my own head, he was there to remind me that failure is just part of the process. Also, I swear he’s part octopus. That guy can be everywhere at once.”
Peter grinned at Reed, who chuckled in response, shaking his head in mock exasperation.
“And then there’s the Fantastic Four,” Peter said, turning to face them. “If I ever thought I couldn’t be a superhero and a scientist at the same time, I was wrong. You all balance both worlds like it’s nothing. Johnny, Ben, Sue, and of course, the ever-wise Reed—being around you guys made me realize that there’s no reason I can’t change the world and still have a blast while doing it.”
Johnny Storm flashed him a thumbs-up and winked. “Don’t mention me too much, Parker, or I’ll start thinking you’re one of us.”
Peter chuckled. “I’m not sure the world’s ready for Spider-Man and Human Torch mashups... but, who knows?”
“And then there’s Tony Stark,” Peter continued, turning his attention to Tony, who leaned back in his chair with a grin. “The man who taught me that sarcasm is actually a form of genius. No, seriously, Tony’s the one who made me realize that you can be a scientist, but you can still have a sense of humor. And you don’t need to take everything so seriously. Well, most things, anyway.”
Tony grinned. “You’re welcome, kid. And don’t forget—I was your first real sponsor for your doctorate thesis. My check’s still sitting in the back of your mind somewhere, isn’t it?”
Peter shrugged innocently. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for gifts. Especially if they come with new gadgets.”
“But all kidding aside,” Peter said, his voice growing more serious as he scanned the faces in the crowd, “there’s one more person I need to thank. The one person who believed in me from the start, even when I didn’t believe in myself.” His voice wavered slightly as he looked toward the back of the room.
May Parker—his Aunt May—was sitting in the back, her warm eyes following every word he said. She gave him a small, encouraging nod.
Peter swallowed and forced a smile. “Aunt May. I wouldn’t be here without you. I know I’ve made things... complicated for you. A lot. But you’ve always been there. You’ve always supported me, even when I was just a kid with a bunch of big ideas and no clue how to make them work.”
Aunt May’s smile was all warmth and pride. Peter’s heart swelled, and for a moment, the weight of everything he had accomplished felt real.
“Now,” Peter said, straightening up, “before I go all sappy on you, let’s talk about the future. This isn’t just about what I’ve done. It’s about what comes next.” He paused, looking around at his colleagues, his mentors, his friends, and his family. “This is just the beginning. I’ve spent ten months working on things that—honestly—have the potential to change the world. My webbing formula? It’s just one small part of a much bigger picture. Imagine wearable tech, dynamic materials that can adapt to their environment, tools that could save lives in ways we can’t even imagine yet.”
Peter’s eyes gleamed as he spoke, the spark of excitement in his voice infectious. “I mean, I’m just getting started. What if we could create self-healing materials? Or fabrics that can detect changes in temperature and adjust accordingly? What if my webbing could be used for more than just stopping criminals—what if it could help save lives in ways we’ve never dreamed of?”
Tony Stark, who had been quietly listening to Peter’s excitement, leaned forward with a smirk. “Sounds like you’re thinking big, kid. I like it. But don’t forget—innovation doesn’t happen by waiting for things to fall into your lap. You’ve got to make it happen. Just remember to sleep occasionally. Or, you know, wear out the webbing on your suit first.”
Peter shot Tony a mock glare. “You’re one to talk. I’ve seen your schedule. You don’t exactly sleep either.”
The crowd laughed again, and Peter felt a little more at ease, even though the weight of what he had to say next was looming over him.
“I think—no, I *know*—the future is out there waiting for us. And I’m going to be a part of it,” Peter said, his voice growing firm. “Not just as Spider-Man. Not just as a scientist. But as someone who’s ready to take on the world. To lead. To push boundaries. To break barriers. To help people.”
He paused and gave the crowd a grin that was all Peter. “But hey, no pressure, right? I only have to change the world. Piece of cake.”
The room filled with applause and cheers. Peter’s heart raced. This wasn’t just the end of his doctorate journey. This was the beginning of a new era—for him, for his work, and for the people around him. For the first time in his life, Peter felt like he truly had a purpose, not just as Spider-Man, but as someone whose scientific work could change the world.
He looked up at the team once more and smiled, his confidence growing. “So, let’s get to work, huh? There’s a whole world out there to fix. And I’ve got the tools to do it.”
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The sprawling rooftop of the Baxter Building was alive with energy. A cool breeze brushed against the gathered crowd, who were all smiles and laughter, swirling around a large circular table piled high with snacks, drinks, and a cake so intricately designed it looked like it had been pulled from the pages of a gourmet cookbook. The sound of clinking glasses, lighthearted conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air.
Peter Parker stood near the edge, his back to the city below, looking out over Manhattan, the city that had always been both his home and his battleground. He wore a simple button-down shirt and a pair of jeans—completely at odds with the superhero world that had come to define him—but today wasn’t about the suit. Today was for him. It was about the man he was becoming, the man who had just accomplished something that felt, in many ways, impossible.
In front of him was a glass of sparkling water, though it might as well have been champagne given the way he felt about the day. He held it loosely in his hand, running his thumb along the rim, lost in his thoughts. The distant hum of a conversation between Johnny Storm and Tony Stark caught his attention.
“You know, I thought the kid might’ve gone with something a little more... ‘Peter Parker’ when it came to a doctorate speech,” Tony’s voice was clear even across the rooftop, “but no—he had to make it all about science and not about *Spider-Man* for once.”
Johnny chuckled, shooting Peter a playful grin as he lifted his own drink. “Yeah, no web-slinging jokes or ‘I’m just your friendly neighborhood genius.’ I mean, I’m *shocked*—shocked, I tell you.”
Peter rolled his eyes and took a small step closer, joining the two men with a smirk. “You guys done making fun of me? Or should I get a few more embarrassing facts about Stark’s ‘origin story’ out in the open?”
“Hey, I’m a legend. My origin story’s practically an icon.” Tony smirked back, tapping his glass against Peter’s. “But we’ll save that for the next round. This is about you today, kid. You earned it.”
“Yeah, well,” Peter shrugged slightly, "earning a doctorate’s a little less... eventful than saving the world, but I’ll take it."
The weight of his accomplishment was still something Peter was getting used to. Ten months ago, when Reed Richards had invited him into Horizon Labs, Peter had never thought he’d be in a position to not just get a degree, but to be the leader of a new superhero team. Sure, he'd been Spider-Man for years, but now, it was all coming together—his intellect, his drive, and his heart. It felt surreal.
As if reading his mind, Tony added, “I know what you’re thinking, kid. You’ve been through a lot, and I get that. But what you’ve done in the last few months—well, it’s... it’s something. You've impressed every single one of us.” He gestured toward the rest of the team gathered near the center of the rooftop. “You’re ready for the next step, and that’s saying something. Just don’t go letting it all get to your head, alright? The world’s gonna have some serious expectations for you now.”
Johnny Storm raised an eyebrow, looking between Tony and Peter. "And we all know where that leads: a very different kind of responsibility. Tony's been there. So has Reed, and—well, let's be honest, this whole team’s going to be your ‘lifeline’ when things get real."
Peter nodded, feeling the weight of the words, but the tension that normally accompanied such realizations didn’t seem as heavy today. It was like, for the first time in years, the future was in his hands. And maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t about to screw it up.
“Well,” Peter said, taking another glance around the celebration, “this feels *a little* more like a team than just a ‘bunch of weirdly skilled people.’”
“Oh, we’re weird, alright,” Johnny grinned, flicking a look at Tony. “But it’s better that way, right? Honestly, you’re the *weirdest* of us all, Peter. You’re still just... Peter, you know? And I can’t even believe it. You’re basically Doctor Parker, Avenger, *and* the future face of Horizon Labs. A superhero turned tech genius. That’s gotta be the dream, right?”
Peter laughed softly. “Yeah. Just don’t tell anyone about the *tech genius* part—I’m still figuring out most of that stuff.”
Reed Richards had walked up behind them by this point, his usual calm demeanor radiating from him. “Don’t be modest, Peter. You’ve had a tremendous impact here at the Baxter Institute. You’ve helped make breakthroughs in material science, artificial intelligence, and even some aspects of biotechnology. You’ve made contributions beyond just what you’ve learned in the classroom.”
“You really think so?” Peter asked, a bit of disbelief in his tone.
Reed chuckled, “No question about it. Horizon’s doors are going to be officially open to you now. And... Tony’s got something to say about your future with the Avengers, as well.”
Peter’s heart skipped a beat. His gaze flicked across the rooftop to where Tony stood, his arms crossed, eyes twinkling as if he was waiting for the right moment. A small, mischievous grin tugged at the corner of Tony's lips. He waved Peter over, and Peter complied, his steps hesitant but eager.
“Alright, kid,” Tony said, his voice loud enough for the others to hear. “You’re a free agent now, officially done with school, officially a doctor... and officially the leader of a new superhero team. I know, I know, ‘what’s the catch?’ Right?” He gestured to Peter, who was now standing in front of him. “You’ve got a whole world of responsibility ahead of you. But don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” He held up a glass in mock solemnity. “Here’s to you, Pete. Welcome to the big leagues.”
The glass was clinked together, and the group joined in the celebration. But despite the cheer and the lighthearted nature of it all, Peter couldn’t help but feel the heaviness of Tony’s words. The responsibility he now carried—his new role as the leader of the Avengers, a position that many thought should belong to someone like Captain America—wasn’t lost on him.
“You ready for this?” Johnny asked, nudging Peter with his elbow.
“I guess,” Peter said quietly. “It’s crazy, right?”
“Crazy?” Tony scoffed, taking a sip from his drink. “It’s epic. You’ve got what it takes. You’ll be fine. But more than that...” He paused, his tone shifting slightly, “This is just the beginning. Horizon’s only going to be the start for you. You’re about to be at the center of something huge, Peter. And I think you’re ready for it.”
Peter’s thoughts drifted as the conversations swirled around him. The Avengers team, the Horizon team, the Fantastic Four—it was all coming together. But he wasn’t just a superhero anymore. He was becoming someone who could make a real impact, someone who could change the course of the future.
As the sun began to set, casting the city in a warm golden light, Peter turned to Reed. “What about Horizon? Is that—?”
Reed smiled knowingly. “It’s all in motion. Once your official title as Avengers leader is announced, we’ll begin the transition. Horizon Labs needs someone who can lead with vision, and I think we both know it’s time for you to step up. Officially.”
Peter’s throat tightened as the realization hit him. This wasn’t just a celebration. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life, one that would shape the course of not only his future but the future of those around him.
He glanced at his friends—his team. They were the ones who had been there for him, who had helped him grow and rise above the challenges that seemed insurmountable. And now, as his new life was unfolding, he knew that they would continue to stand by him.
It wasn’t going to be easy. The weight of leadership wasn’t something you could simply shrug off. But Peter Parker had learned one thing over the years: it wasn’t about being perfect. It was about doing what was right and doing it with everything you had.
As the evening wore on, the laughter continued, and the city shimmered below them. But Peter Parker wasn’t just the boy from Queens anymore. He was a leader, a friend, a protector. And the world—his world—was ready to see just what he would do next.
---
Weeks passed in a haze of activity. Peter immersed himself in both his prep for taking over Horizon Labs and the responsibilities of preparing to officially lead a team of scientists and engineers. With Reed and Tony helping guide him, he balanced his time between research, strategy meetings, and leadership training with the team. But the weight of his decisions grew heavier with each passing day.
His new life at Horizon was more than just a career move. It was a chance to innovate, to create something that could benefit humanity on a scale that he could have only dreamed of before. He had earned his place in the scientific community, a title that had once seemed impossible for the boy from Queens. And yet, it felt right. And so, the official launch day of Horizon finally came up.
The sound of the elevator doors opening echoed through the gleaming, open-plan headquarters of Horizon Labs. Peter Parker stood at the threshold, looking out at his team, his new family. He had a half-silly, half-serious grin on his face as he marveled at the space they had built together—this sprawling laboratory that had, only a year ago, been nothing more than a wild dream. Today, it was a beacon of innovation, a new frontier of science and technology.
The lab had officially been incorporated as a company just that morning. No longer just a research institute, Horizon was now a thriving business—one that Peter was about to lead. The weight of the moment had not escaped him. It was a lot for anyone to shoulder, let alone a guy who had spent his nights battling supervillains and trying to pass his classes. Yet here he was, standing before a room full of some of the world’s brightest minds, all of whom had their eyes on him, their new head of the company.
Peter adjusted his glasses, took a deep breath, and turned to face the team. They were gathered around a long conference table—Sajani Jaffrey, the brilliant materials scientist who could argue both physics and philosophy with equal aplomb; Jason Sloan, the AI expert and coder who could bend machines to his will; Kat Farrell, the cyborg engineer whose cool, almost no-nonsense demeanor had earned Peter’s respect from the start; Grant, the tech expert who could rebuild a broken toaster into an experimental prototype if you gave him half an hour; and Max Modell, the quiet genius who had designed some of Horizon’s earliest prototypes.
Peter cleared his throat and smiled. The group fell silent, waiting for him to speak. He had spent weeks thinking about this moment—about what he wanted to say to them on this monumental day—but now that he was here, with them, he realized it was simpler than he had thought.
“Okay, so, this is it. The big day,” Peter started, his voice slightly cracking but filled with optimism. “Horizon Labs is officially a company. We’re not just some cool lab anymore; we’re a full-blown business. And that’s... that’s a pretty big deal.”
He glanced over at Reed Richards, who was standing off to the side, nodding with approval. It had been Reed’s decision to bring Peter into the fold of Horizon, and it had changed Peter’s life in ways he couldn’t even explain. Peter felt a deep sense of gratitude, but also, a sense of deep responsibility. His job now was bigger than just making cool gadgets or developing ground-breaking materials—it was to lead a group of brilliant minds toward something greater than any of them could do alone.
“Look,” Peter said, shrugging slightly, “I get it. We’re all scientists, engineers, and—uh—mad geniuses. We’re used to creating things that work in theory but not always in practice. But today, today we’re not just talking about ideas and blueprints. Today, we’re standing on the edge of something that could actually change the world. And I’m not saying that because I think we’re the smartest people in the room. Well, we are, cause we're the only people in the room right now, but that’s beside the point.”
There was a ripple of laughter in the room. Peter always had a way of disarming people with his humor, and today was no different. But as the chuckles faded, his voice grew more serious.
“I’m saying that because of what we—all of us—have already done. Think about it. We’ve developed materials that could revolutionize manufacturing. We’ve redefined what AI can do in the hands of ordinary people. We’ve pushed the boundaries of bioengineering. And we’ve only scratched the surface. Together, we’re already making things that were once impossible. So, yeah, this is big. *Really* big.”
Peter paused for a moment, letting the magnitude of the statement hang in the air. His gaze swept across the team—his team—and he could see it. He could see the fire in their eyes, the same spark that had driven him for so long, even when he was still working out of his cramped apartment in Queens. They believed in this place, in the work they were doing. They believed in him.
“Now, I’ll admit, when I first started here, I had no idea what I was doing,” Peter continued with a self-deprecating chuckle. “I mean, I knew the science. I knew the theory. But running a company? That was... well, that was terrifying. But you know what? I’ve learned that leadership isn’t about having all the answers. It’s about being there for your team, trusting them, and knowing that we’ll get through the tough stuff together.”
He stepped away from the podium, walking toward the table and leaning against the edge. “And you guys have made it so easy to believe in that. Every single one of you brings something vital to this team. Sajani, your research with advanced materials has blown my mind more times than I can count. Max, I still don’t know how you make something work when it looks like it should explode at any moment. Grant, I’ve never seen anyone *build* like you. I think you’re part wizard, and I’m just waiting for you to tell me how you do it. Jason, your algorithms are a godsend, man. You make computers talk to each other like they’re on the same wavelength, and it’s incredible. Kat, I still don’t know how you manage to combine cybernetics and biology like it’s just a day job, but I swear, you’ve got some kind of genius streak I’ll never fully understand.”
The team exchanged amused glances, some with raised eyebrows, others with slight smirks. Peter could feel the camaraderie growing, and it made him feel like this whole leadership thing might not be so bad after all.
Peter took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the future holds. I can’t tell you that Horizon will change the world tomorrow, but I can tell you this: we’re going to *try*. We’re going to fail, we’re going to succeed, we’re going to fail again. But the one thing we’re not going to do is sit on our hands and wait for someone else to take the first step.”
There was a determined energy in the air, and Peter could feel it. “Innovation doesn’t wait. It doesn’t care about your schedule or your deadlines or your fears. Innovation demands that you jump into the unknown, that you challenge what’s possible. And here, at Horizon Labs, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
He turned back to face them, his hands resting on the podium, his voice steady but filled with excitement.
“You’ve all built something amazing. This lab, this company—it’s a testament to your hard work, your vision, and your refusal to settle for the way things are. And now, it’s up to us to build the future. Together.”
The room was silent for a moment, and then, finally, Max Modell stepped forward, clapping his hands.
“Well said, Peter,” Max said with a proud smile. “And I couldn’t agree more. Horizon Labs is no longer just an idea. It’s a living, breathing entity. And it’s all thanks to this incredible team.”
The rest of the team followed suit, clapping and cheering for Peter. It was a small gesture, but it was everything to him. These people, his colleagues, had become a family to him. He had learned from them, laughed with them, struggled beside them, and now, together, they were standing at the threshold of something huge.
Peter held up his hand to quiet the applause, smiling sheepishly. “Alright, alright. We still have work to do, right? So let’s cut the cake and get back to it. We’ve got a future to build.”
And with that, the room erupted in laughter, the weight of the moment lifted by the infectious joy of the team. Horizon Labs was open for business—and with Peter at the helm, there was no telling just how far they would go.
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Peter had a lot of respect for Tony, but the pressure of leadership was never something that could be shrugged off. He wasn’t just Spider-Man anymore. He was the leader of the Avengers—soon-to-be official, anyway—and the new head of Horizon Labs. His hands were shaking slightly as he set down his glass of sparkling water, wiping his palm on his jeans.
He had come so far since his first day at the Baxter Institute. He had entered the lab that morning a novice, an eager learner, excited to understand everything from the ground up, a small part of the team at best. And now? Now he was standing at the threshold of a new world, one where his decisions would impact more lives than he could have ever imagined. As if balancing being Spider-Man with a doctorate wasn’t enough.
"Hey, Pete," a voice broke through his thoughts. It was Sajani Jaffrey, her dark eyes glinting with that sharp, no-nonsense quality she’d always had. She had her arms crossed, but there was a slight smile playing at the corner of her lips.
Peter offered a sheepish grin. "Hey, Sajani. What's up?"
She gave him a long, appraising look, not saying anything for a moment. “I can see the gears turning behind those glasses of yours," she said finally, nodding to his drink. "You’re thinking about what happens after this, right?"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah. I mean, you don’t get to graduate and then become the leader of a company just by showing up. It feels... it feels like I’m about to step into a whole new life."
“Is that so bad?” Sajani asked, tilting her head. “I mean, I get it. A doctorate? That’s an accomplishment. Leading a company? A little more... daunting.” She paused, her lips curling into a small grin. “But don’t overthink it. You’ll be fine.”
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, but it’s different when you’re not just juggling responsibility for your own grades and. Now I have the whole world to worry about." Her smile softened for a moment, a rare moment of understanding passing between them. Peter met her gaze, and felt a sense of calm settle over him. This wasn’t about being perfect. It was about doing what was right. And he had done that before.
"Thanks, Sajani," he said, his voice quieter. "I’m starting to realize that. But I still have a lot to prove."
Before she could respond, the sound of a loud voice broke through the moment. "That’s the spirit, kid!" Tony called from across the rooftop, walking toward them with a glass of whiskey in hand. "Cause Stark Industries invested a pretty penny in this shindig, so I better see some results-er, that is, you got this buddy."
Peter smiled, grateful for the distraction. "I know. I’m just... nervous."
Max joined them just then, his hands casually folded behind his back, his expression unreadable as usual. "What’s this I hear about you worrying, Peter?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m not worried,” Peter said quickly, “I’m just—uh—preparing.”
Sajani raised an eyebrow. "He’s nervous, Max."
Max nodded thoughtfully. “Don't worry Peter, we all believe in you. Horizon Labs is a place for innovation, but it’s also a place to grow. And from what I’ve seen over the past few months, you’re not just thinking about the science. You’re thinking about the people, too. And that’s what makes you a natural fit for this next step. We’ve seen what you can do, not just as a scientist, but as a leader."
Peter didn’t respond immediately, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he absorbed their words. It wasn’t lost on him that Reed, Tony, and the others had faith in him. They had put a lot of stock in his abilities, and that trust weighed heavily on him.
"But what if I let you down?" Peter asked softly, his voice barely audible.
"You won’t," Max said without hesitation. "And if you ever feel like you might, we’ll be here to support you. Just as we always have."
The words were simple, but they hit Peter with a force he hadn’t expected. The last few months had been a blur of breakthroughs, late nights, and painful self-reflection. But now that he was standing on the precipice of the next stage, he realized something crucial: He had never been truly alone.
Peter Parker stood backstage in the sprawling, sleek SHIELD facility, his fingers lightly drumming against his palms. The room buzzed with energy, the kind of anticipation he’d usually associate with a big fight or a villainous plot. But today, it was all about him—and the new team he was about to lead.
He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it, no matter how many times he tried to focus on the task ahead. He was leading an Avengers team. A full-fledged team of young heroes, the next generation of Earth’s protectors. The weight of that responsibility felt heavy on his shoulders. At least, it would, if it weren’t for the fact that he was still wearing the tight, body-conforming Spider-Man suit.
Some leader, huh?
"Pete, you okay?" A familiar voice broke through his spiraling thoughts.
Peter blinked and turned to see Johnny standing next to him, already a bundle of energy. He was grinning ear-to-ear, clearly enjoying the spectacle of being in the spotlight, even though he hadn’t been officially announced yet. Johnny was, after all, always the one to revel in attention. It didn’t hurt that his fiery powers made him a literal firework of personality.
"Yeah, fine, I’m good," Peter mumbled, trying to sound convincing as he gave a half-hearted smile.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, then crossed his arms. “Yeah, I know that look. You're freaking out, huh? You don't have to, dude. We’ve got your back. This is gonna be great!”
Peter leaned against the wall, his thoughts spinning. "It’s not that. It's just... this feels... weird." He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the knot that had taken up residence there. "Like, how did I end up here? Just months ago, I was the kid who couldn’t even get into the Avengers. Now I’m leading them? It’s... it’s insane."
"That's because you’ve been busting your butt for years. Not to mention, you’re the smartest guy in the room," Johnny said with a wink. "You’ve got this, dude. You’re the glue that’s gonna hold us together."
Peter wasn’t so sure about that. As much as he trusted the people he’d be leading, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. "I don’t know, man. What if I screw this up?"
Johnny snorted. "You don’t screw things up, Pete. You’re Spider-Man. You’ve been saving the world for years. Now you’re just doing it with a little more backup."
Peter could feel the heat of the room, both figuratively and literally. The tension in the air was palpable, but it wasn’t just his nerves at play. The entire team had been briefed about today—what was at stake, what the public was about to know, and the role they all had to play in a world that was more uncertain than ever. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Peter knew this was about more than just the team or even the job. This was about his future.
And the secret future he was still holding on to—his secret identity.
"Yeah, sure," Peter said, forcing a smile. "But this is different, Johnny. This isn’t like stopping a robbery or fighting some supervillain. This is—" He stopped, realizing how hollow it all sounded, "—this is huge."
"Exactly," Johnny grinned, clapping him on the back. "And we’re huge. You’re gonna be fine." Johnny’s words were filled with his trademark cockiness, but there was something in his eyes that made Peter believe him. Johnny might be all show on the outside, but underneath, the guy had more faith in him than Peter had in himself.
Before Peter could reply, there was a loud clatter as someone dropped their gear backstage. Bobby was fumbling around, trying to zip up his outfit. He was still in his costume, adjusting his chest emblem with the kind of care that would have been funny if it weren’t so endearing.
“Bobby, you’re seriously gonna freeze everything back here if you keep that up,” Kitty said, shaking her head. Kitty was quickly becoming the steady presence, even in the chaos of moments like these. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a bored but amused expression on her face.
“Relax, Kitty. I’ve got it under control,” Bobby quipped, giving her a thumbs-up even as he accidentally iced over part of the floor beneath him. Kitty sighed and rolled her eyes.
“If you say so," she muttered. "Just don’t go turning this place into a freezer again, okay?”
Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at the banter. As much as the gravity of the moment weighed on him, it was nice to see the team relaxing, trying to shake off the tension. They all had their quirks, their personalities, but they all shared one thing in common: they were heroes.
“We all set?” Peter asked, glancing around at the group of younger, talented individuals now assembled.
"Mostly," Rogue, who was already busy checking her gloves and adjusting the straps on her boots, replied. She had the confidence of someone who’d been on the scene longer than most of them, though the way her fingers twitched suggested she was just as nervous as Peter was.
“Just don’t get us killed, Petey," she added, though the teasing edge in her voice was more than balanced by the warm smile she flashed him.
“Hey, I wouldn’t do that,” Peter replied, trying to sound confident. “I may be Spider-Man, but I’m not stupid.”
“And that’s why you’re in charge,” Laura cut in, her voice as deadpan as ever. Peter could tell she was giving him a reassuring look. Her expression remained neutral, as always, but there was a flicker of respect in her dark eyes.
“Alright, team, stay sharp," Peter said, trying to collect himself. “You know the plan, right?”
“Yup,” Johnny responded, throwing his hands up dramatically. “Get announced, make a grand entrance, look good, then try not to trip on our way out.” He shot a quick, teasing grin at Bobby, who pretended not to notice.
“I just hope we don’t embarrass ourselves,” Bobby muttered, his usual self-deprecating humor making Peter grin in spite of himself.
“We’ll be fine,” Peter said, more to convince himself than anyone else. “It’s just... it’s not just us out there, you know? The whole world’s watching. And after today, they’ll all know exactly who we are.”
Kitty’s expression softened, and she gave him a small nod. “You’re right. This is bigger than just us. But that’s what makes it important, Peter.”
Peter exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of their words. He appreciated the sentiment, but the truth was, everything felt like it was on the verge of tipping out of his control. The team was full of young heroes, but there were still so many unknowns. So many things could go wrong.
As if to pull him back from his spiraling thoughts, Tony Stark’s voice rang out over the comms.
“Alright, kids, gather ‘round. Time to make this official.”
Peter’s heart skipped a beat.
“Let’s do this," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else.
With one last look at his team, Peter pushed the backstage door open, stepping into the bright lights of the SHIELD facility’s main conference area. The audience—a mixture of SHIELD agents, government officials, and various heroes from across the globe—fell silent as they turned their attention toward the stage.
At the far end, standing in front of a podium with a smug grin on his face, was Tony Stark—no longer the playboy billionaire but Director of SHIELD, his presence commanding the room.
"Alright, folks. Let’s get this started," Tony said, his voice smooth and authoritative, though there was an undercurrent of excitement he could never quite suppress. "You’ve all been briefed, and now it’s time for you to meet the new team that’ll be standing guard for Earth... The Next Generation of Avengers."
Peter stepped forward, his boots clicking sharply against the floor. Behind him, the rest of the team followed suit, their eyes narrowed with both determination and uncertainty.
One by one, Tony began calling them up.
"Johnny Storm, the Human Torch," Tony said with a grin, gesturing to the young hero. Johnny gave a quick salute before striding forward, flashing the crowd his trademark cocky grin.
"Iceman," Tony continued, his hand flicking toward Bobby. "Bobby Drake. Don’t worry, he doesn’t always freeze things, just when he’s nervous."
Bobby gave a half-hearted shrug, looking slightly embarrassed but clearly enjoying the moment.
"Rogue," Tony announced, his voice dipping with a bit of flair. "Anna Maria, a.k.a. Rogue. Don’t let her southern charm fool you, folks. She’s one of the toughest around."
Rogue shot Tony a half-smile before stepping up to join Johnny and Bobby.
"Next, Laura Kinney. I don’t need to tell you her code name. You all know Wolverine's daughter," Tony added with a wry smile, gesturing to Laura. She merely nodded, her expression unreadable.
"And finally," Tony said, looking directly at Peter, “the man who needs no introduction: Spider-Man!"
The applause from the crowd gradually began to fade, and the buzz of chatter turned into an anxious, expectant silence. Peter could feel the weight of their gazes on him. He’d been on the other side of this before—standing at the front of a room full of reporters, eager to get a soundbite or a juicy story. But this time, it was different. This time, he was the one they were watching.
He stepped forward, his heart beating faster with each step. Tony Stark was right—this was big. But as much as he’d tried to prepare himself, Peter couldn’t shake the sensation of the spotlight pressing down on him, heavy and unforgiving.
The room was still, with only the occasional shuffle of papers or faint clicks of cameras breaking the silence. He adjusted the collar of his suit, suddenly aware of how tight it felt.
“Uh, hey, everyone,” Peter began, his voice cracking a little more than he’d intended. He quickly cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “I guess you’re all wondering why I’m here. I mean, there are so many better candidates, right? People with actual experience leading teams. I’m—well, I’m just the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. So, you know, leading this team is a little, uh, new for me.”
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, and Peter took that as a sign to continue, trying to loosen up. But deep down, he could feel the anxiety building in his chest. What if they didn’t take him seriously? What if they saw him as a joke?
“I’m not gonna stand here and pretend I have all the answers,” he continued, his voice steadying as he spoke. “But I can tell you this—I’ve spent my life learning from the best. From heroes who have taught me what it means to be brave, to sacrifice, and to always put others first. I may not have the experience that some of these guys do, but I have something that none of them can take away from me: my heart. And I won’t let you down.”
A few members of the press exchanged glances, scribbling notes. One reporter raised their hand. Peter recognized the face—a veteran journalist who had written about him before.
“Spider-Man,” the reporter said, his voice cutting through the air. “You’ve just claimed to lead this new team, but many people have serious reservations about Spider-Man’s qualifications for such a role. You’re an unregistered vigilante, and no one really knows who you are behind the mask. How can you be a leader if your identity is a secret? If you can’t even trust us with that?”
The tension in the room spiked, and Peter’s stomach twisted. He hadn’t been expecting this kind of pushback—at least, not so soon. But it wasn’t a surprise, either. It was a question he’d faced more times than he could count, ever since he’d first put on the mask. The anonymity, the constant threat of his identity being exposed—it was part of who Spider-Man was. But now, standing here as the leader of a team, it was more than just an inconvenience. It was a real liability.
The question echoed in the room, and Peter could feel the weight of it press down on him. He glanced at the other members of his team, each of them watching him with varying expressions. Some with understanding, others with anticipation. None of them could help him now. This was his moment.
Before Peter could respond, a voice cut through the room—a voice Peter had hoped would stay silent.
"Yeah, good question!" J. Jonah Jameson’s distinctive, grating tone rang out from the back of the room. Peter’s heart sank.
Of course, Jameson was here.
“Spider-Man’s qualifications as a leader? Don't make me laugh! The kid’s been a menace for years! You think someone who hides behind a mask, who refuses to show his face to the world, is fit to lead a team of heroes? Give me a break! How can anyone follow a leader who won’t even show them his real face?”
Peter’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay calm. He’d heard it all before. Jameson’s crusade against him had been long-running—relentless, unfair, and based on his own personal vendetta. But this was different. It wasn’t just about Spider-Man anymore. It was about the entire team. And now, the whole world was watching.
Jameson continued, raising his voice, not caring who he offended. “Tell me, Spider-Man, do you even *care* about your team? Are you going to keep hiding in the shadows, or are you going to finally come clean? Do you have the guts to stand in front of these people, these reporters, and tell us who you really are? Or are you just gonna keep playing the part of the ‘masked hero’ while you let everyone else do the heavy lifting?”
A wave of murmurs spread across the room. Some reporters looked uneasy, others were nodding, agreeing with Jameson’s sentiments. Peter could feel his pulse quicken. His fingers clenched into fists. This wasn’t just a challenge to his leadership—it was a challenge to his very identity, to everything he stood for.
For a split second, Peter considered just walking away. He could let Tony handle it, or let one of the others take charge, but that wasn’t who he was. He couldn’t let this go unanswered. Not this time. Not when the stakes were so high.
Peter took a deep breath.
“You want to know who I am?” he said, his voice calm but firm, eyes locked on Jameson’s. “You want to know if I have the guts to show you who I really am?”
The room fell silent. Jameson smirked, clearly expecting him to back down. But Peter didn’t flinch. Instead, he reached up, slowly, deliberately, and pulled the mask from his face.
For the first time in his life, Peter Parker stood before the world—without his mask.
The room went still. Every camera flashed, every pen stopped moving, and the buzz of conversation vanished in an instant.
He could feel the weight of their stares, each one of them trying to process what they were seeing. The reporters, the SHIELD agents, the officials—everyone who had followed Spider-Man’s journey for years now knew the truth. Peter Parker, the boy who had hidden behind a mask for so long, was standing in front of them, unmasked, vulnerable.
“I’m Peter Parker,” he said, his voice ringing with quiet defiance. “I’m Spider-Man. And I’m not ashamed of that. You want to know why I wear the mask? It’s not because I’m afraid. It’s because I want to protect the people I love. I’m not some vigilante out for glory. I’ve lost more than I can count, and every time I do, I learn. I grow.”
He glanced at his team, his friends, his family—each of them watching him with different expressions. Some were nodding, some with surprise, others with a quiet respect. They had each seen him struggle, seen him try to balance his double life, but none of them had ever doubted him.
“I may be young,” Peter continued, meeting the eyes of every reporter in the room, “but I’ve been fighting for this world since the day I got my powers. I’ve taken on threats that would’ve torn us apart. And I’ve done it without anyone knowing who I really am. Because it’s not about the fame, or the glory. It’s about doing the right thing. It’s about being the hero, even when no one else is looking.”
He paused, taking a breath, feeling the weight of the words he was about to say.
“I don’t wear this mask because I want to hide. I wear it because I’m trying to be more than just Peter Parker. I’m trying to be someone who makes a difference. Not just for myself, but for everyone. That’s what a hero does.”
The room was still. His words hung in the air like a challenge, daring anyone to question them again.
He turned to face Jameson, whose expression was a mix of disbelief and fury. Peter’s gaze was unwavering. “So, Mr. Jameson,” Peter said, his voice soft but firm, “maybe you’re right. Maybe you don’t think I’m fit to lead. But you know what? I’m still going to do it. And I’m going to do it *my* way.”
Peter turned back to his team.
Johnny Storm was grinning, the cocky smirk now replaced with something resembling admiration. He gave Peter a quick thumbs-up, silently showing his support. Rogue was nodding slowly, her eyes thoughtful but approving. Laura, as always, said nothing, but the slight shift in her posture told Peter everything he needed to know—she was with him. Kitty’s eyes were shining, her expression full of pride.
And Bobby? Bobby was staring at him wide-eyed, his usual playfulness gone, replaced with a sincere look of respect. The ice in his veins had melted.
Peter stood tall, the weight of his decision finally lifting from his shoulders. He had shown them who he
was. And that was enough.
“I’m Peter Parker,” he repeated, louder this time, “and I’m not going anywhere.”
The press conference was a surprise for everyone—no one had expected Peter Parker to drop such a bombshell. As the Horizon Labs team sat gathered in the conference room of the Baxter Building, watching the live feed of Peter’s announcement, the room was filled with a mixture of shock, amusement, and the kind of quiet disbelief that only a group of brilliant minds could muster. After all, Peter had just revealed to the world not only that he was Spider-Man but also that he had been chosen as the leader of a newly formed superhero team.
The moment Peter had taken off his mask on live TV, the silence in the room was palpable. Sajani Jaffrey, sitting closest to the screen, was the first to speak up.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” she muttered, her arms folded across her chest as she stared at the screen. "Peter Parker? Spider-Man? And now he’s leading a superhero team? If that’s not a plot twist, I don’t know what is."
Max Modell, who had been sitting with his tablet in his lap, didn’t even look up from his device but made a low humming sound of acknowledgement. “That kid... he’s got a knack for getting himself into trouble, doesn’t he?” His voice was tired, almost amused, but the skepticism was clear.
Sajani shot him a glance. "Yeah, and he somehow manages to save the day every time. You’d think we’d get used to it by now. But him as a leader? That’s a different ballgame."
"Peter Parker leading a team..." Kat Farrell said slowly, clearly processing it. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms and staring at the screen. “I mean, he’s always been a capable guy, but I never thought he'd have the chops for something like this. He was always so... all over the place when he worked with us here.”
Max raised an eyebrow without looking up. “Yeah, but so was Tony Stark when he started. It’s not like you have to be *perfect* to lead a team. You just need a lot of confidence. And a strong webbing.” His dry tone carried a bit of a laugh, though his eyes were still fixed on his tablet.
Jason Sloan, who had been typing away furiously on his computer, finally stopped and swiveled his chair around to face the group. His tousled hair fell into his eyes as he looked at the others, a mixture of bemusement and disbelief on his face. "You guys are really taking this as seriously as he is, huh?" he said, gesturing toward the screen with his mouse. "I mean, the guy can barely get through a sentence without tripping over his own words. And now he’s the face of a superhero team? That’s one hell of a leap."
Kat shot him a pointed look. “You try making a speech in front of the entire world and see how you handle it. This is Peter we’re talking about. He’s always been a little awkward—doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments.”
Jason shrugged nonchalantly. “I get it, he’s Peter... but it’s still hilarious. I bet he still doesn’t know how to order a coffee without second-guessing himself.”
Grant, who had been unusually quiet, now chimed in. "I don't know. Maybe there’s more to him than we think," he said, looking at the screen intently. "I mean, this *is* Peter Parker. The guy made tech out of Octavius's mess. He built an entire suit and all kinds of gadgets while trying to balance school and being Spider-Man. I’d say he’s *capable*. Maybe not the typical leader material, but then again, who is?"
Sajani tilted her head thoughtfully. “Yeah, but leading a superhero team is no joke. You can’t just swing in with a quip and call it a day. He’s going to have to keep this team together, make decisions in real time, be the person everyone looks to when things get rough. That’s a lot of responsibility."
Peter’s voice came through the speakers again, and the group watched him try to navigate the uncomfortable questions from the press. Max sighed. “That kid is in way over his head.”
Grant shook his head. “Nah. He’s just... used to handling situations where he’s under pressure. You know, I think people underestimate him. He’s always been the kind of guy who just *figures it out*.”
Kat leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "I guess he’s going to need all the help he can get, huh? This whole thing is a huge deal. He’s basically going from being a lone wolf to being the face of an entire team. That's a whole different dynamic."
“Are we sure that’s a good idea?” Jason asked. “I mean, Peter’s heart’s in the right place, but he’s still Peter. He’s still figuring it all out. What if he cracks under the pressure?”
Sajani frowned. “You’re always so cynical, Jason. He’ll manage. He has to. And if not? We’ll be here, won’t we?” Her words weren’t quite as reassuring as she probably intended, but it seemed she had made peace with the possibility that Peter was on the verge of something big — or something that could collapse spectacularly.
“Yeah, *we* will be,” Jason replied, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "But I’m not sure he’ll be able to count on all of us. Besides, we don’t exactly have a superhero hotline, do we?"
Grant raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Says the guy who programs a *virtual assistant* that runs half our security systems. You’re not fooling anyone, man."
Jason rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little over-prepared. But that doesn’t mean I’m not right. Peter needs to get it together. Leading a team is different from—”
Max interrupted him, his tired voice cutting through the back-and-forth. "It’s different from saving the city every week, I get it," he said with a grin. "But... let's cut him some slack. He's always been a little... unconventional. Maybe that’s just what the world needs."
The room quieted as the team watched Peter continue his awkward attempt at an inspiring speech. They all exchanged glances.
“I’m telling you,” Kat said, tapping her fingers on the edge of her table, “he’s going to surprise all of us. Peter Parker doesn’t fail—not in the way you think.”
Sajani sighed and leaned back in her chair, clearly still processing. “I just hope he knows what he’s gotten himself into. And I hope the rest of the team is prepared. Being a superhero is one thing. Being the leader of one is a whole other beast.”
Max raised his glass, muttering something sarcastic. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”