Chapter 13
Tony tries very hard not to scream like a five year old girl. It's very hard considering the five or so large spiders sitting on his chest. He doesn't know anything about the spiders, just that they were on Peter's arm five seconds again and had apparently decided he would be about good resting place.
Peter's smirking, and Tony is vaguely intimidated by his intern. Peter is doing something else, to, working with a small camera and some coding on his computer. He seems to be working on a very simple type of robot.
Well, was working. He'd finished a second ago and was now leaning back in his chair and playing candy crush. Tony doesn't exactly know how to tell Peter to get the giant as spiders off his chest, so he continues to stand there.
Tony thinks maybe he's going a little insane now, because he's pretty sure Peter is talking to them. It's a very small sound. Very quiet. But Peter is making small clicking sounds, and the spiders seem to be responding. One spider, hisses. As if threatening. Tony let's out a small sound. It is not a wimper. No one can prove it was a wimper. Shut up, it wasn't a fucking wimper.
"She likes you," Peter says casually, swiping his finger across the screen to match five candies in a row. "She thinks your her child."
"How do you know?" Tony asks, because he's pretty sure he's been sure over for a year, and the only explanation for Peter being able to talk to fucking spiders is that he is having a drunken hallucination. Peter spears to have registered his mistake, because his face pales rather visibly.
"I can... talk to them?" Peter replies, though it sounds like a question. He bites his lip in thought.
"What are you, Spider-Man?" Tony jokes. Peter winces, though it's very subtle and a few things begin clicking into place.
Tony feels a little stupid for not noticing it earlier. Seriously, his intern? Th universe was a bitch, and Pepper was gonna have a fucking blast listing to this story. Or- well, actually she's with Happy at the moment so they were going to have a blast. Tony feels a little sad about Pepper. Though he doesn't blame her. He's not exactly dating material.
"You are Spider-Man," Tony remarks, and takes a little satisfaction in Peter'Peter's horrified face. Peter had, after all, got a bunch of spiders to jump on him. One of the spiders seems to realize Peter's distress because it let's out a rather rloud hiss and crawls a little closer to Tony's neck. He did not wimper. He is a manly man and he did not fucking wimper. Peter snaps his gaze up and let's out his own little hiss, which causes the spider to jump off Tony and onto the table, where it crawls on top of Peter's head.
"Please don't tell anyone," Peter says, almost quietly. He looks scared. Tony realizes he's kind of backed the kid into a corner. Peter can't refute the claim because he's just talked to a spider and, he knows Tony is a genius. (Haha, someone recognizes it!)
"I won't," Tony promises with a smirk, but the spiders on his chest shift so it falls pretty quickly. "I do, however, think you should look at the suit I was designing for you. Before, you know, I knew it was you."
Peter's face lights up, and he stands up. The spiders jump over to him, except one. She's probably the largest, and she just crawls on top of Tony's head. Peter makes a few clicking sounds and laughs.
"She's not leaving. She's very protective of you. She thinks your her child."
"Oh," Tony's voice did not crack. It did not shake and it certainly didn't go an octave higher than average. Nope. That didn't happen. He is, in fact, very calm.
The spider nuzzle into his head. He squeaks. But it was a manly squeak. Shut up, yes it was. Peter laughs at him. Tony feels like his intern is more evil than he realized.