Chapter 2
A taxi winds its way down through a series of twisted gravel stone roads. Peter sits in the back of the taxi, looking out of the window. Lost in his own thoughts. “I wonder how the family has been” he wonders as the taxi deposits Peter outside the mansion. He watches as it drives away, now it was just him, alone. Wandering into the mansion.
As Peter walks into the lobby. He looks around at the mansion. All the memories he had made here but it made him shiver down his spine. “Would ya look at that” as Peter quickly turned around to see Wanda there in the doorway. “I was wondering if you would show up” Wanda says trying not to sound too awkward as she walks up to Peter. “Yeah I was wondering to go or not but here I am” Peter says, also trying not to sound awkward as they give each other a big hug but yet still awkward.
They break apart as Tony walks in looking at Peter with a somewhat glare that makes Peter not look at Tony but at the floor. “What are you doing here kid” Tony scoffed walking towards Wanda and away from Peter. “I’m still the same age as you” Peter mutters but Tony just ignores what he says. “Everyone always ignores me” he mutters to himself quietly.
Wanda crosses her arms and glares at Tony. “You serious going to go this today? At dad’s funeral?” She questions him as Tony looks at her. “You serious going to defend the kid, after what he done?” He scoffed in her face looking back at Peter in disgust before leaving. Peter sighs and puts his hands in his pockets still looking shy but also now embarrassed. She looks at Peter with a small warm smile saying “I’m glad your here Peter” before leaving.
Steve looks around in his dad’s office as he tries not to bump anytime in his way due to his large overcoat he wears now. He looks around the desk almost trying to find something. “If you’re looking for the dead guy will then you’re wasting your time big guy” as Steve quickly turns around to see Tony standing there crossing his arms. Steve glares at Tony a bit. “Tony..” Steve says and that’s only thing Steve can say right now. “But you’re looking for something that is” Tony says as he touches Steve’s overcoat. “Woah this is big, but nice monkey suit, it definitely suits you” Tony says laughing as Steve rolls his eyes and slaps Tony’s hand away.
“What the hell do you want Tony?” Steve says irritated with Tony’s little jokes that weren’t funny to Steve. Tony sighs as he takes out a Medical report that caught Steve by surprise. “What’s that?” He asked Tony still confused. As Tony rolls his eyes saying “dad’s autopsy report, I broke into the county coroner’s office but the point is the guy died of a plain old heart attack” he shrugs as he puts down the medical records on the table of Howard’s desk. Steve shakes his head, he knows that what had happened to his father but still refused to believe it. “I think you should leave” he says to Tony trying to sound shaky as Tony rolls his eyes muttering “you don’t have tell me twice big guy” before leaving Steve alone, a silhouette of his massive body against the orange light.
Peter enters the mansions library as he scans the shelves for a particular book title. He gasp in shock, getting out the book, “extra ordinary: my life as number seven” by Peter Stark. “Well I’ll be damned” he mutters to himself, turning to the inscription page of his book where there was a dedication note that he wrote to his father.
𝘋𝘢𝘥: 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥... 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵?-𝘗
He smiles softly to himself but suddenly he hears a familiar voice. “Welcome home, Mr Peter” as Peter quickly turns around to see Friday. “Friday!” He says walking up to her, giving her a big hug as she embraces the hug as well. “It’s good to see you” she says as they both pull away but she sees the book in the Peter’s hand. “Ah yes the book” she mutters as Peter sighs. “Did.. dad ever read this book Friday?” He asked quietly as Friday shakes her head. “Not that I’m aware of. Then again your father was a very private man.” This makes Peter expression harden as he puts it back on the book shelf as he turns around to only see the portrait of Stephen and at the bottom of the painting saying number five.
He goes more closer to the picture, trying not to cry about how much he misses number five. “How long has it been?” He asked looking back at Friday. “Twenty-two years, seven months and sixteen days” she says still looking at the photo. Taking his hands out of his pocket. “I used to leave the lights on at night, in case he came back. I didn’t want him to be scared” he says remembering every time he did that as Friday smiled at him softly. “Your father always thought that number five was out there somewhere. Never gave up hope” friday says softly before Peter looks back at the photo muttering “and look where it got him.”