Chapter 18
Peter's spidey sense zing after a full fifteen minutes of utterly destroying equipment. He flips, dodging the rather swift kick and lands on the wall, crouched and thumping with energy. The kick was delivered by a certain Black Widow, who appears serious enough. She wastes no time to make another attack.
About thirty minutes later neither of them had really gotten very far. Peter muses that if he had been younger, he would have lost easily. But he's had roughly seven or eight years to learn how to properly fight, so their on a very tight draw. Peter's angry energy is spent out and he feels more relaxed so he flips to the ground with his hands up. Nat raises an eyebrow.
"Thanks for the, uh, sparring match," Peter says with a grin, "But I do have to work now-"
He dodges a kick and rolls into the elevator.
"Bye!"
The doors shut and he stands up, dusting himself off and making sure his hair is no longer standing on end. The elevator dings, announcing his pressence. He finds Tony working on the sentient slime and goes to join him.
Tony aknowlodges his pressence by shoving a file at him and a bunch of various mathematical equations. Burbles of scientific and engineering type words leave his lips in a fashion only intelligiabe by Peter and maybe Bruce. Peter nods and sets about going to work.
Peter's phone suddenly blasts a ring tone he barely recognizes. He screeches and picks it up, fumbling with it and answering. There'should a brief silence.
"He- hello?" Peter asks, a little confused. Tony turns to him with a raised eyebrow, and Peter notes with brief satisfaction that Mama Spider is on his head.
"Hello, Mr. Parker." Comes a very professional sounding voice. Except, Peter's smart and registers it as his friend, MJ. His whole body relaxes.
"Jesus, MJ."
"Ha ha, Peter. What's up? Haven't seen you in months,"
"Pretty sure that's because you've been in LA for those months."
"True. True. Still going through extra-currculars?"
"Yeah. You back in town? If you are, I'm thinking about visiting Gwen in a few days and then maybe heading up to that one place- You know, with the, uh,"
"The weird jellyfish food?"
"Yeah!"
"Sure, I'll pop by on Saturday."
"Great!"
The line cut off and Peter returned to work.