Chapter 4
Peter is excited, but also completely at home. He's currently working on making more of the spider-silk-fabric-stuff whilst also running small tests on a plant. Tony and Bruce are doing their own thing, but as far as Peter understands, their working on a new line of school supplies. Right now Peter is working on backpacks. He's started with some spider-silk based fabrics but has veered into plant types as well. He's also got several metal and plastic things scattered around him in a haphazard mess. Not very many people can understand what he's doing, but he's doing it.
Peter had started on spider-silk based fabric, and had gotten rather far. But it kept getting sticky after touching certain materials commonly found in school supplies, so he started researching stronger plants to see if he could take some of those compounds.and apply it something else. Unfortunately that lead nowhere, so he wondered if he could splice metal or synthetic materials into the spider silk to take away the sticky factor. This then lead to various metals and synthetic materials being scattered around as he tried to make a very specific type of material. He hasn't succeeded yet, but he's getting there. Peter throws another pile of too hard and too heavy fabric onto the desk, which topples over with the weight of the metal intervoven into the fabric. Tony and Bruce look over with startled glances. Peter is too busy with yet another synthetic fabric. He's so engrossed, his spidey sense is the only thing that tells him to avoid the knocked over desk.
Peter finally stops and breathes. Running a hand through his hair as he begins to clean up his mess, throwing the failed experiments onto one desk and putting his material away as he begins to recite each experiment, why it failed, what he did to fix it, and why that failed, out loud. Collecting his thoughts as he checks the time. He quickly stuffs some of the fabric he'd made for Wade into the duffel bag and some more spider silk samples. He went about making sure his space was clean before walking over to the eleator.
"Will you be leaving the tower for your lunch, sir?" JARVIS's voice filtered into the system, alerting Tony and Bruce to Peter's departure.
"Yeah, got some stuff to do at home," Peter responded casually. He slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, which knocked something out of his pocket. Peter went to retrieve the spider drone, stuffing it back in his pocket as the elevator dinged. Peter stepped through and waited for it to land on the first floor before riding his bike home. Peter is ver quick to open the door and look over at his couch to see Wade. He smiles at the head, walking over to his line of sight. He pulls the dry cloth and goggles off of Wade's head. Wade's eye's are looking red, and Peter frowns thoughtfully.
"I should give you some more of the eyedrops," He states, and Wade looks up. Peter nods and goes to wet the cloth and retrieve the eyedrops. He goes about applying these things to Wade and making sure Wade is comfortable. After being absolutely sure that Wade is comfortable. He notes that Wade's neck is nearly half formed. Peter checks the time, biting his lip as he mentally contemplates whether he has enough time to eat. He decides he doesn't.
"I have to go back to work," Peter explains quickly, and then continues on, "Do you think you'll need anything else? No? Okay, then good bye. I'll be back in a few hours for an hour or so. Then I'll have to leave again. I'm sorry I keep leaving you alone here. I should probably make you some clothes soon. No? Why? Oh, right, you can't answer. I think I should make something that helps you communicate- No? Oh, alright. Well, I gotta go, so, goodbye." Peter hurries out the door with his duffel bag and rides to Stark Tower. Riding the elevator up the lab, it announces his presence with a small ding.
Peter is met with the sight of the Avengers sitting in the lab,eating lunch. One of them is looking at one of his many side projects. (He gets a lot of those when he accidentally makes something trying to make something else and he ends up taking a little bit of time to further it before returning back to what he was originally making.) Tony and Bruce don't notice, but when they do, they snap at them to come back and stop touching their intern's work. Peter looks around in a mildly anxious way, wondering why they were still eating lunch.
"Um," Peter says in an articulate fashion, displaying his truly wondrous vocabulary and skill with words. His brain makes a list of everything he can say ad their effects and settles with thoroughly embarrass himself with his lack of vocal filter when caught surprised. "Damn, Captain America's ass is a little disappointing this close up." Theirs a tense silence before most of the team grins and the captain in question turns an unquestionable shade of scarlet.
"Damn, who's this new kid?" A specific archer speaks up, and Peter looks at him. Okay, he can deal with this. He thinks. He does not trust himself to speak.
"New intern," Bruce says distractedly from his desk where their is some empty Chinese take out boxes and his experiment is turning green. Judging by the strangely adorable smile on his face, this is a good thing. Tony waves Peter over and Peter walks over, feeling a bit like a robot. Peter sits down by Tony and looks at the Avengers distrustfully. Clint and Nat are sitting in chairs. Captain America is standing. Tony is plopped down on a desk. Thor isn't there. He probably has weird Asgard stuff to do.
"Hello, I'm Peter. Nice to meet you." Peter chirps mechanically. His aunt has always told him to be polite when introducing himself, damn it. He turns to the Captain. "Sorry 'bout your ass."
"Oh, um, that's fine," Cap says, looking a little flustered. Peter glances at it. Drumming his fingers against the desk.
"You know, I feel like I'm missing something- Oh, right, didn't lunch end? If it didn't please tell me why because-"
"Sir, your lunch break has been extended from forty-five minutes to one point five hours-"
"Seriously?" Peter asks, looking up.
"Yes, sir."
"Awesome sauce."
"Kid, did you just use the phrase, awesome sauce?"
"It is a perfectly valid phrase!" Peter defends, looking at Tony in indignation. Clint snorts. Nat lets an amused smirk. Steve looks equally offended.
Wade is trying to sleep again. Regeneration is always tiring, and for once he's actually comfortable enough. Wade is drifting in and out of sleep, when peter comes home and talks to him for a little bit. Peter wraps more of that nice feeling cloth on his half formed neck and makes sure he's more comfortable. He also gives Wade those miracle working eye drops. Then Peter leaves.
[We're probably back at weapon X]
[Maybe Peter's just really into freaks]
[Why can't you accept the fact that we're in a glorified tank. Peter said he was a scientist.]
Shut up Wade thinks, If Peter is bad than he's obviously a fetishist.
Peter is working on one of his side projects. This one was not accidental, but rather a design he's been working on for a while. It's a spider drone, and he's been working on different types. Peter takes a few of the spiders out of their cages and lets them run around on the desk, unafraid or worried of their escape or somewhat venomous nature. He occasionally picks one up to look at it more closely, but other than that he's pretty quiet. The Avengers have left, apparently needing to take care of something rather quickly during their lunch break.
They walk into the lab to see Peter cooing a spider on his hand while a few make their selves comfortable on his shoulders or head. One, he notes, very much likes its head. Peter turns to the sound of the dinging elevator, he waves, the spider on his hanging from it on a web before latching itself to Peter's forearm and climbing back to up to nestle and cling onto his finger. Peter saves the research onto the thumb drive for the spider drone and closing the laptop as he goes to find some materials to shove in his duffel bag for later.
"Peter... There are spiders all over you," Bruce states, a little hesitant. Peter grins, and a spider hangs web from his nose.
"I know. They're adorable. I actually need to find their cages, if you could help with that." Peter replies. Then he adds on, rather exited, "Do you wanna hold one? This one is harmless! He looks really scary but the worst he can do is bite you!" The Avengers share uncomfortable glances and most shake their heads. Nat walks over and holds out her hand. Peter looks absolutely thrilled, and puts a spider on her palm.
"Nat?" Clint calls up and Nat turns to him with a smirk.
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The Avengers are now all holding spiders. Peter is sitting on the desk and kicking his feet as they all stand or sit awkwardly around him holding the spiders like their the plague. Having been suckered into this mess. Peter is very amused to have managed to get the Avengers this scared and he wordlessly pulls out his to play with it. He leaves the Avengers awkwardly shifting about as he plays candy crush. A spider hangs a web off his phone. One is perched on his nose. Another crawling on his chin. There's five others on his shoulders and head and one sitting on his wrist.
Peter knows the Avengers want him to take the spiders off. He knows, but it's amusing to see their vague faces of discomfort. Peter continues playing his phone game. He makes an inaudible clicking sound. Clint hisses quietly when the spider in his hand moves, and suddenly leaps onto the table. It crawls over to him, resting on his lap. Peter continues to make the clicking sounds, and the spiders all leap off to take place on him. Then Peter puts down his phone and begins placing them in their cages. The Avenger's unease seems put to rest.
Peter hops down from his spot on the desk and begins to go back to working on the unlosable pens. He's made a small band that you attach to the pens and pencils, which will grow legs and run to you if you get to far from them. It's fun to design and he's currently building a prototype. He puts that down to go work on his backpack material. The Avengers begin to leave. Peter yawns. He finishes the unlosable pens and designs his suit on the design app on his phone again.
By the time work ends, he's pretty tired. He gets home and greets Wade, who's neck is mostly done. He has a spine now. He makes sure Wade is nice and not dry, and then hurriedly leaves again to start patrol. He's tired, and the day of no sleep and caffeine driven awareness is hurting him. When he comes home later that night, he falls asleep on the floor in front of the couch