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Peter Parker (fromyoutube) wrote in somerealityrpg,

The apartment seemed pretty standard to Peter, with a kitchen and living room and doors that had to lead to bedrooms and bathrooms. Was the guardian he was supposed to meet according to the note behind one of them? Did that mean he had to live with someone? He’d never lived with anyone but May, and the thought turned his stomach, especially as he realized he still had a very conspicuous suit on.

And then there was noise, movement and a voice, causing Peter to freeze.

“Mr. Stark?” Bewildered, Peter looked toward where the voice had come from, briefly catching a glimpse of a familiar looking suit. The helmet, above anything else, gave it away, and his spirits lifted. Mr. Stark was here. He could fix this. He would know what to do. He hurried through the apartment toward the voice, reenergized by finding someone he knew.

“Mr. Stark, what are you doing here? What am I doing here? One minute, I was climbing the donut ship,” he began, using his hands to punctuate his words, “and the next, I was falling! Skydiving? The parachute deployed, and -- this suit is crazy intuitive, Mr. Stark.” Was it the same suit he’d seen when Mr. Stark had brought him to the Avengers complex? It kind of looked like it. “And the self-contained environment is just--just awesome.” It definitely reminded him of a sleep spacesuit. He glanced down at it, then back up at the man.

Momentarily unsure of what else to say, Peter just said, “Thank you for the suit, sir.” And he meant it. Without it, he didn’t know if he’d have landed safely. And the fact that Mr. Stark kept thinking of him, well, that meant a lot, too. And having him here during this craziness meant even more than Peter could figure out how to say. “Thank you,” he said again, suddenly a little self-conscious about not knowing what else to say.