|Hope|~Five minutes before Scott and Peter came~
My father and I were going over some upgrades for the Wasp and the Ant-man suit's, but we will be in contact with Scott when we need his suit. I sipped some mint herbal tea, typing in some lines of coding into the laptop when there was a frantic knock on our door. I looked up to my father and he slowly got up and walked to the door and opening it.
"What do you want Scott." My father asked.
I was confused, we haven seen him in months, and my father is still upset with him for going to Germany to fight the Avengers and everything.
"Please you have to help the kid!" I heard Scott's panicked voice.
"Hope! Get the medical supplies!" My father shouted, "Take him to the spare room Scott." My father instructed.
I get up and rushed to the closet in the hall and grabbed a sliver kit and rushed to the spare room. I see the masked vigilant known as Spider-man laying on the spare bed bleeding all over the sheets. Scott takes Spider-man's mask off and I see a young teen laying their, brown eyes in a daze, paling skin.
"Your safe kid, we are going to take care of you. Your safe." Scott whispered gently.
"Scott how did this happen!" My father asked as I lift the teens sweater off his body so I could see if there were any other injuries but what I found brought tears to my eyes and both my father and Scott cursed.
There were three faint scars across Peter's chest invisible to an untrained eye. I then looked at the wound and started to clean, disinfect, and to stitch the wound.
"The kid stopped a mugging and one of them pulled out a spare knife and stabbed the kid. I wasn't fast enough to stop it. He was doing great, really you've should have seen him! It was like he was dancing, he was fast and threw great punches as well." Scott said.
"Don't worry Scott, he will be okay." my father said as he led Scott out of the room.
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|Peter|
I groaned as I slowly came out of my sub-conscious and back into reality. Blinking my eyes a few times to see a white roof and a nice bedroom. I slowly sat up wincing in pain but I sat up none of the less.
Looking around the room to see scrunched up sheets and my sweater on a chair with my mask. I froze as I stared at my mask and the rush of panic hits me. I go to get off the bed when I saw ant's everywhere. So naturally I jumped out of bed and on to the roof with a squeak.
"Peter! Are you okay!" I heard Scott running into the room with two people behind him.
"Where am I! Why are there ants on the ground! who are they! Scott!" I asked in a complete panic, but who can blame me this isn't something I am use to.
"Peter these two are people that I worked with. The lady with black hair, was the one who helped stitched your wound, is Hope Pym. The man next to her is her father Hank Pym, the man who made this suit that I am wearing." Scott said.
I froze, Hank Pym was a famous man. A man who was known for his Pym participial formula, that people wanted to get their hands on.
"As for the ants they are for security measures.... I think?" Scott said, slightly confused.
"No Scott they were keeping an eye on the kid in cause he pops the stitches." Mr. Pym said, "When you were here the second time after you stole my suit they were for security." Mr. Pym said, Scott looked shocked and slightly hurt by this.
"You can come down, I need to check the stitches." Hope said.
I got down from the roof and allowed Hope to come over and check the wound. I heard her gasp in shock.
"The wound is completely healed!" she said, Scott and Mr. Pym rushed over to see.
"How is this possible?" I heard the two men whispered.
I slightly chuckled, Hope started to take out the stitching in my side.
"Um... since Scott gave away my Identity, which you all have to promise not to tell anyone!" I said looking dead serious, thankfully they agreed.
"I was bitten by a radioactive spider that had altered my DNA which gave me my powers. Such as my senses are all dialled up to eleven, I can stick to walls or any surface, I have a spider sense which tells me when there is danger around me. I am also stronger then the average man... I did catch a 3,000 pound bus going around 40 miles an hour... and my metabolism is faster then normal that is also the same with my healing. Which, depending on the injury, I can be healed in less than a day or two." I explained.
They all nodded, Mr. Pym looked impressed.
"Also do to how my body functions now, regular medications don't work on me. Like General Anesthesia would knock me out for a short period of time, like a half hour or less, unlike a normal person who would be out for a day." I said.
"Well that is very interesting, if you would like I could see if I could make you some medication for you that will work." Mr. Pym asked.
"T-that would be great!" I said with excitement.
Mr. Pym nodded before walking out of the room.
"Well I think that Peter and I should head back, don't want his new parents and family to come out looking for him." Scott said.
Hope nodded before leaving the room. I watched as the ants leave the room before getting out of bed and grabbed my hoodie and mask and put them on.
"So when we get back we'll say that I went to the roof and we stayed there." I said.
"Sure thing kid." Scott said.
We said our goodbyes to the Pym's before leaving to head back to the tower. I was thankful that we've been gone for a good two hours, slipping into my room where Scott rushed back to his room and I ran into the bathroom to shower and change into something comfy.
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I walked out of my room and headed to the kitchen and grabbed some food. I reached into the pantry and grabbed my last stash of Pop tarts that I bought before the funeral.
"Oh.... hello there..." I froze in my spot where I was holding my last box of Pop tarts, cherry flavoured.
I turned around to see a man holding a hammer. He had blond hair that went up to his shoulders, Blue eyes and a slight beard.
"Y-your... Thor... God of thunder..." I stammered in a mix of joy, fanboying, and shock.
"Yes and you are?" he asked.
"Peter! Peter Parker, sir." I answered.
Thor nodded before eyeing my pop tarts.
"Are those Pop tarts? Cherry flavour?" He asked.
"Yes~?" I said, I suddenly feel the need to run from him.
I yelped as he tried to take them from me. I ran out of the kitchen and rushed to the elevator, hitting the closed button before F.R.I.D.A.Y took me to the family level. Once the doors open I ran to Tony, who was sitting on the couch, and hid behind him.
"Peter are you-" Tony started.
"Sssshhh!!! I am not here!" I hissed, holding the box close to my chest.
The elevator door opened and Thor came out.
"Ah Man of Iron have you seen Peter son of Parker?" Thor asked.
"Why?" Tony asked.
"He has cherry flavoured pop tarts." Thor stated.
Everyone was silent. I slowly crawled to a different couch that was closer to the elevator.
"Kid... I would give him the box." Tony said.
"No! I bought them!!" I stated, I had moved somewhere else long before Thor rushed to Tony's couch.
I then jumped over the couch and ran to the elevator once more and decided to hide in my room. I had stayed there until dinner, I thankfully ate the pop tarts while I was hiding and happily gave the box to Thor after wards with a note in the box.
'If you want some pop tarts I'll order you some, Since nobody takes mine.'
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Here is another chapter! I couldn't stop laughing at the end with Thor and his love of Pop tarts XD Sadly I haven't had a pop tart in a while but my favourite kind as strawberry and cherry. Any ways! Let me know what you think, also let me know if you want Peter's Identity to be revealed to the Avengers soon or not yet.
Started writing: June 29, 2019
Finished writing: July 2, 2019
Edit writing: July 2, 2019