Sick
“I’m going to make a copy of this.” Rose said, looking at the article of the two heroes kissing.
“Rose, sweetie, that’s not helping.” Peter said, groaning. He sat on his bed with his laptop in front of him. The article on the screen as he talked to Rose on his phone.
The girl giggled. “I don’t see what’s so bad about it.”
“What’s bad about it is if bad people see this, then they would come after you to get to me.”
“Yes.” Rose nodded. “And they will come after you to get to me.”
“Exactly.”
“However, this can also be a good thing.”
“How? How can this be a good thing?” The boy asked.
“Well, this will stop people from thinking Peter Parker-Stark is Spider-man. If they see you with me and Spider-man with Mystic. They will think you are straight and Spider-man is gay.”
Peter sat in silence for a moment. “You know, that could actually work.”
“Good. Now that we got ‘that’ out of the way. I’m going to get some sleep.”
Peter smiled. “Okay, sorry for fricking ou-” A knock came from the door. The teen looked up to see his father open the door.
“Oh, good. You’re up.” Tony said. “I need you to call Mystic and tell him to get here around noon. We are having some guest over and they want to see him.” The man lifted as fast as he came.
“Okay, dad.” The teen said and put the phone to his ear again. “Rose-”
“I heard.” The girl sighed. “Looks like I just have to use my energy potion.”
Peter chuckled. “Mine bringing one for me. I have a feeling this is going to be a long day.”
“Fine, but only half a bottle. We don’t want you bouncing off the walls… Again.”
Peter chuckled. “Okay, see you at noon.”
“See ya.” The girl said and hang up.
The teen got up and began to get ready for the day. As he walked into the kitchen he saw his dad, mom and aunt sitting at the table. “Good morning.” He said, grabbing a bow and spoon.
“Morning.” His aunt said, with a smile.
Pepper grinned at the teen. “So, Spider-man and Mystic.”
Peter rolled his eyes and groan. “Rose and me are together. What’s the problem if Spider-man and Mystic are together?”
“Nothing is wrong with it.” Tony said, putting down his tablet. “Your mom and aunt just like seeing you two being together.” The man sighed. “But now you and me are going to have a talk about anal sex.”
“NO!” Peter shouted. “No, we don’t! Two talks, was one too many.”
“Two?” May questioned.
Peter sighed. “Uncle Ben gave me the talk when I was thirteen.”
“So I didn’t need to give you the talk.” Tony said, faking shock.
“Yeah. That is something I wish to forget.” The teen mumble. “And already now about being safe from health class.”
“That’s good.” Pepper said. “But I would like to know one thing, Peter?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you bi?”
Peter cleared his throat. “Would that be a p-problem?”
“Oh, sweetie. Of course not.” May said, hugging her nephew.
“Yeah, if fine, sweetie.” Pepper said, with a big smile.
“Their right, kid. Plus, I’m pansexual.” Tony said.
Peter smiled. “Then, yeah. I’m bi.”
“Good.” Pepper said, smiling. “Now, on to business. We have some very important guest coming today.”
“Who?”
“King T’challa, his sister, Sheri, his general, Okoye and a member of his council.”
“Oh, cool!” Peter smiled. “I wanted to talk to them about how they make so many things with vibranium.”
“That’s great, Peter, but try to control yourself.” May said, smiling at her nephew’s excitement.
“Yeah. No sugar or coffee for you.” Tony said, eyeing the teen with a grin on his face. “We don’t want them to be scared away.”
Peter rolled his eyes at the man. “Why are they coming here anyway?”
“SI is trying to make a deal for some vibranium.” Pepper stated. “What was strange was who they asked to talk to.”
“Why? Who did they ask to talk to?”
Tony chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. “I will give you three guesses, but you are only going to need one.”
The teen thought for a moment before it dawned on him. “Mystic?”
“Yup.” The man said with a pop. “King T’challa might just want to see who is under the mask.”
“That’s why you asked me to tell Rose?” Asked Peter, to witch Tony nodded.
“They will be meeting us at the compound at one.” Pepper said standing and looking at her phone. “We will be leaving at eleven. Be ready to go by then.”
“Okay, mom.” Peter said as the woman walked out the door.
“I should be going too.” Said Tony, patting the teen’s back. “Your mom, wants me to finish the new stark phone.”
The teen smiled. “Do you want some help?”
“Sure, Pete.” The man answered refilling his coffee mug. “See you in the lab in ten.”
“Okay.” Peter smiled as he saw the man go.
May watched the seen before her and couldn’t help but smile. The boy saw her looking at him and blushed. “What?” He asked.
“Nothing.” May answered.
“O-Okay.”
May chuckled. “Ito’s just seeing you with them, it’s nice to see you happy.”
“Y-Yeah it’s great, but-” The teen’s face sadden. “I was happy before, too.”
“I know, sweetie.” May stood up and hugged her nephew. “I was happy, too.” She kissed his temple. “Mary, Richard and Ben would be happy too.”
Unknown Location
Dr. Otto Octavius sat in a secret lab, looking at a screen showing Spider-man. “If what I suspect is true. Spider-man’s DNA may hold the key in repairing your damaged cells, as well as mine.” He said, stopping the video and turning around. “However I will need a blood sample to verify my theory.”
“I’ll get your blood sample.” Said a man in a mask. “I’ll need some tools from Oscorp.”
“Take what you need, Taskmaster.” Osborn said, looking at the video on his own screen. “Just bring me a sample.”
“I’ll also need a destruction for the Avengers.”
Otto pull up a screen of what looked like machines. “That can be arranged.” The doctor grinned.
Osborn stood up and walked to an elevator. “I leave it to you then.” The man said, fixing his tie. “I have a meeting, now. Try to wait until it’s over, before you start destroying the city.”
“I’ll try.” Taskmaster said, sitting down and started making a list of everything he’ll need.
Osborn pushed a button for a floor. “Good.”
Stark Tower 10:55
Peter sat on his bed with his bag ready to go, when a knock came from his window. The teen turned to see who could be knocking on the eightieth floor. He chuckled as he saw the Black Mage outside. “Friday, can you open the window for Mystic? Please.”
“Of course, Peter.” The AI answered, and the window slid open.
The mage flew in and landed next to the teen’s bed. “Thanks.” He said, waving a hand over his mask and making it vanish in black smoke. His sword no longer was strapped to his back, but now hanged from his hips.
“You here right on time.” Peter said, standing up and swinging his backpack of his shoulder. “We’re about to leave.” The teen began to walk to his door.
“Leave? Where are we going?” Asked Mystic, following the teen out the room.
“We are going to the Avenger’s compound.” Peter said, stepping into the elevator and pushing the button to go up. “That is where King T’challa is going to meet us.”
“King T’challa?” The mage asked, expecting it to be a joke.
Peter grinned and nodded. “Yup.”
“I see.” Mystic ponder what the meeting could be about, when the elevator stopped and opened.
“Oh, good. We were waiting for you.” Sam said, adjusting his own backpack.
“Come on you two. Hurry up.” Tony said, standing on the quinjet’s cargo door.
Mystic’s eyes widen and he stopped dead in his tracks. “We’re going on that!?” He pointed at the plane.
Peter looked at the mage. “Yeah. The compound is upstate. It will take us two and a half hours by car.” He stated. “This is way faster.”
“I-I’ll take my gate and meet you there.” The blond said.
The spider continued to stare at his boyfriend. “But you don’t know where it is.”
Mystic backed away from the plane. “I don’t feel like riding on a plane. You can text me it’s location.”
“What’s the hold up!?” Someone asked, walking up behind the blond.
“Hey, Cap.” Peter greeted the man. “Mystic doesn’t what to get on.”
“What?” Steve placed a hand on the blond. “Don’t tell me you are afraid of flying.”
“You’re getting senile, old man. Or you would remember that I can fly.” The mage batted the man’s hand off his shoulder.
“Good, then there’s no problem.” Steve said grabbing the man’s wrist and pulling him up the ramp into the plane. The mage protested the man’s actions and tried to pry the iron grip off of him. “Besides, this will give us a good time to talk about your training.”
“Let go, old man!” Mystic yelled as he was placed into a seat. Only when the door was almost closed did Steve let go of the teen’s wrist. “I told you before, I have no interest in training with you!”
“Just sit tight. We will be there in about thirty minutes.” The Captain said as the plane began to rise.
“Oh, no.” The mage’s eye widen.
Cap looked out the front window for a few minutes, before he turned back to the mage. “Now about your train-” The man stopped as he looked at the teen.
The blond was hunched over, his head between his legs, taking deep breaths. His skin was paler then it was before the plane took off. Peter sat next to him rubbing his back, and speaking gently to him.
“You okay there, punk?” Becky asked, on the other side of Peter.
“I… I hate… planes.” The mage covered his mouth to stop from barring up his lunch.
“You get motion sickness?” Clint grinned.
“The guy that beat the Avengers get motion sickness after five minutes of flying.” Rhodes chuckled.
“Silence you.” The mage warned. “In this state of mind… my magic is more out of control… I could end up blowing it into pieces.” He said, holding his stomach and mouth.
“Okay, we’ll talk later.” Steve said, with a smile and turned away to the window again.
Time Skip, 20 Trouble Minutes Later
The plane finally stopped moving and slowly landed. As soon as the door open Mystic flew out of it and found a shrub to empty his stomach. Peter raced after his boyfriend and patted his back to help get everything out. Once the blond could stand up straight without the need to be held upright by the spider, he shook his head and changed into Rose. She kept the Black mage outfit on just in case she needed it.
“I hate planes!” She said, pulling a bottle of water from one of her leg bags and rinsed out her mouth.
“Are you okay?” Peter asked.
Rose took a deep breath and smiled. “I’m fine now.” She held her stomach. “But I probably shouldn’t eat for at least half an hour.”
“Good.” Peter said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her to the compound doors. “Because now I can show you around.”
Rose shook her head. ‘You have way to much energy.’