It felt like forever, but didn’t it always feel that way?...well for the people who actually showed up to class. However he didn’t need to be reminded, as his senior year approached, already guidance counselors were coming in to talk to them about filling out their resumes, getting financial aid and trying to find the college right for them. Peter took Tony’s words to heart and really did hope people were joking when they said “college is like high school with ashtrays.” Peter smirked at his reassurance that he’d find someone someday. ”I’m learning from the best, right?” he asked.
Peter hadn’t gotten himself that deep yet as it seemed the only ones with a serious vendetta against him were social media, bloggers, vloggers and everyone else trying to figure out what his deal was and like everything else on the internet using him to stir up unnecessary drama. However he knew what he was in for...at least he thought he did. In years to come there would be enemies that would know his name, the people he loved, try to ruin his life in ways he couldn’t even begin to imagine. However whatever waited for Spider-man or Peter Parker, he was still willing to face it whether age 17 or age 99. Uncle Ben had made the point clear that not everyone could bend steel with their bare hands, summon storms or go toe to toe with a god, that the world needed more heroes, whether they could build things, fight things or just find the courage in themselves just to speak out. Things weren’t going to get better until they made them better and good people like them lead the way.
He chuckled, he knew that Tony was a questionable mentor at times, the man had a record, topping of which were various potential war crimes (of which he was acquitted). However, he had his heart (or whatever was left of it) in the right place….or at least Peter thought. He gave Peter confidence, the tech and a reminder of why he became Spider-man in the first place. In addition, while Peter let his own heart overrule his brain once in a while, he did listen to Stark and the advice he had to give. He had nothing but respect for the guy, even though it tended to manifest in the form of an awkward fanboy. ”Tell her? I was planning on telling the media, you know how much they pay to take quotes like that out of context?” he joked.
He expected a lot of things to happen while in the internship, prepared for a lot of things including another alien invasion, but this kind of generosity? Peter’s jaw dropped. ”Wait...what...did…don’t you...” Peter couldn’t speak it just kept coming out in a series of unintelligible words and sounds as Peter tried to articulate his thoughts and find what he was trying to say. However, the look in those eyes and the two words that made sense said it all. ”Thank you” mustering up all the feeling someone like him could display. He couldn’t freaking believe it, he just agreed to do a meet and greet at his school. He would’ve hugged him, but he remembered how well that went getting out of the limo when he had dropped him off in Queens. So he figured that would suffice for now. ”Just do me a favor don’t use the word “awesomesauce”” he said jokingly, it was a word anyone barely used any more and just seemed so weird seeing him say it.
The teenager gazed over the comic with interest and curiosity. He had seen comics like this at conventions and the like, often vacuum packed, triple sealed and behind some kind of display, but never had he seen the comic Tony handed to him or gotten this close to one this valuable. He felt the old pages and looked over them as if he was holding the most precious and fragile treasure in this galaxy or any other. Giving it the kind of appreciation and care only a nerd could possibly give. ”Seems things don’t change, after they got Cap out of the ice, they propped him up in front of a camera to film PSA’s. They covered everything from peer pressure to exercise and eating right. Whenever the teachers don’t feel like teaching they’ll prop one of these on and give us a worksheet” he told him.”They’d be a lot more interesting if they featured Cap beating up Hydra agents and monsters” he chuckled. Heating more of the backstory he looked down at it and traced the signature with his eyes. If it wasn’t for the ink contrasted against the bright colors, he wouldn’t have noticed it at all, seemed so humble in a book that more or less portrayed Captain America as a larger than life hero on the levels of John Henry or Paul Bunyan.
”I can’t take this” he said humbly. Peter had a general ballpark of how much this thing was worth and while he couldn’t give an exact figure he could tell anybody it was worth “a lot.” He knew at any auction it could fetch a considerable fortune (as long as he didn’t take it to the Pawn Stars), however if he was going to take it, he knew it’d be something he could never sell. It was one of a kind, a gift and really he knew that few on this planet would appreciate it as much as he could. ”Well if it helps, Iron Man has more than his share of fans out there. People say Cap is the American spirit, well I’ve heard them say you’re the American dream. And people talk as much about Iron Man as they do Cap” he commented...damn that was cheesy, but still heartfelt. ”Don’t want to sound stalker-ish”...ok that is a word now. ”But I think you’re awesome”
”Don’t worry I can handle myself and promise I won’t scare her away.” he told him half-jokingly. He looked at the hologram, examining it closely and picking it apart to the best of his ability, examining it’s design. ”Nanotech...isn’t that mostly theoretical?” Peter asked curiously. ”I know Pym tech claimed they were onto something, before the place imploded” he told him.”Mark XXX, doesn’t that sound...err nevermind” ”Get your mind out of the gutter Parker.” Peter mentally noted.
It was getting hotter out and harder to hide the suit without the aid of a hoodie, which forced Peter to get creative. In this case it was a “dress to impress” motto and his Aunt’s refusal to let him go up to Mr. Stark’s office without at least a polo shirt. He had dressed a little more professionally and as much as he hated it, it made it easier to smuggle past security digging through his backpack. He opened up the button down shirt colored to hide the brightly colored costume hidden beneath it. ”I usually keep it near by” he said.