Sister Margaret's wayward school for girls
After few hours of chatting with Morgan on his phone and Friday trying to contact Strange, Tony's eye catches the plastic bag Peter left his Spider-Man suit in, on the couch. Curious, he unravels the bag and holds the mask up.
The bedside lamp light hits the mask just right and reflects across the eyes and highlight the dark colors of the mask. He feels something solid inside and peers in.
As expected it was lined up with hardware and tiny tech, a little scrappy, Tony understands he went dumpster diving again. Looking over the rest of the suit, he felt pride cloud his head.
Smiling, he makes a mental note of asking Peter exactly how he programmed everything to work, trying to imagine the boys' point of view and preferences on his alter ego. That reminded him, he's been lounging around the hotel room all day with no updates from Peter, where did the kid say he worked again?
Realising he never asked, he puts on the Widows' veil and follows the route Friday tracked down for him. A Sister Margaret's school for wayward girls.
Weird name for a bar
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After many turns and streets with the guidance of Friday in his glasses, he finally reaches the entrance and opens the heavy door. After a little assessment, Friday, "Boss, I suggest you leave, as I have mentioned before, this is a place frequented by mercenaries and drug dealers."
"Don't worry about it, there's a reason I brought this mask. Just tell me if I've got a mark on my head.", with that he moves over to the one the bar, "Hey, do you happen to know a Pe- uhh Benjamin Reilly?"
A look of confusion crosses on the guys' face before he goes to the corner of the room and knocks, "Reilly, your dealer's here"
The door knob rattles for a bit before a short muscular man stumbles out of the tiny looking room adjusting his hair followed by... Peter.
Tony stares at him while the man re-buckles the belt with his glass halfway to his mouth. Peter looks around and spots the man that knocked on the door, "Hey, you said someone's here?"
The redhead nods in Tony's direction and he puts the drink after Peter nods at him to walk towards the exit.
A small whiff of the odour outside has him scrunching his nose. A few more steps outside and he gets a gun shoved up throat causing him to look upwards.
"You're not my dealer"
"We should really start planning our meetings", he raises his prosthetic arm covered with a glove to show he means no harm and presses the hidden button on the side of his head. The mask slides off his face into his other hand. "Hi"
The gun is off his throat now and hangs limply in Peter's hand, "Seriously?"
Tony only shrugs in response, "You didn't tell me when you were coming back"
Pocketing the gun at the waistband at his back he asks, "Did you find Strange?"
"No but I can get a hold of the other guy, Wong"
"Yeah I don't think he'll be of much help", leaning against the wall in front of Tony, he takes out his phone and starts typing something. "He was kind of against the whole memory wipe thing"
"Glad to see I've found someone with the same ideals as me" that earned a nice glare from Peter. "Anyway how long is this shift gonna go?"
Putting the phone away and taking the vest, "Ended 20 minutes ago", he starts walking out of the alley, "I was just waiting for someone"
"Mhmm, waiting for who, your dealer or that guy in the storage?"
Tony bumps into Peters' back when he abruptly stops and turns around, "Ok, let's make some things clear.
A. We don't need to act all chummy after all these years.
B. We won't have to plan a lot more of these meetings so don't worry about that and lastly
C. Let's just keep this official Stark, you regained your memories which is a thing that's not supposed to happen but it did and the last time this spell didn't work the world quite literally broke apart, so I'm sure you understand"
He holds out his hand to Tony for a handshake signalling for him to close the agreement.
After several seconds of Tony trying to make sense of everything Peter said, he replies, "No"
Hand slightly wavering in place Peter repeats in confusion, "No? What do you mean no?"
"I mean, I'm not letting you go", he explains while crossing his arms in defiance.
Peter throws his arms in the air, "Well, you're gonna have to. This is not how this is supposed to work-"
"Then let me make it work-"
Halting the brewing argument a third, more gravelly voice from behind Peter distracts them both, "Reilly?"
Tony sees a flash of relief on Peters' face, gone just as soon as it came.
Peter shoves his hand in his pocket and opens his wallet, "Right, how much do I owe you for last time?"
The grey bearded man mentions a price and hands Peter a small brown paper bag. They nod to each other and the man makes his way towards the street throwing an uncaring glance at Tony who had once again donned the high tech mask. Tony is just glad Peters' back was blocking him from noticing the man.
Peter scrubs a hand down his face in exhaustion, and looks down at the bag and then shoves it into his other pocket.
Looking back at Tony, he starts "Look, let's have this conversation tomorrow-"
"Pete, no-"
"Please"
The pleading tone of the word didn't take him by surprise but the tears forming in the kids eyes did. "Fine, but I'm coming with you"
He's sure the lack of protest was only the exhaustion talking but nonetheless, he counted it as a win.