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A/N: y'all know it's unedited ouwww 😝also for reference, I listened to killmonger, the theme, while writing this. Another note! This book is getting a new look, so yeah. I put the old cover picture here
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Peter pulled his hand through his hair.
He needed a haircut. Noted.
He licked his chapped lips, sighing dulefully, standing up from his desk, finally.
Liz was supposed to come by his condo later, but he doubted she would come.
Recently, she never came.
At the top, Peter is lonely. A successful, rich, corporate shark, but lonely non the less.
Not that Peter would admit that.
Not that Peter would admit anything was wrong with him.
Even if logically something had to be- he didn't even have a single blood relative that was still alive. Had to count towards some trauma, right?
Slowly Peter headed into his pearly clean kitchen, pouring a brandy for himself.
It was cool down his throat, sharp taste waking up Peters senses again.
He closed his eyes, feeling a mess.
It was just barely past five, and it was supposed to be his day off, but he had went into the office, just for a few hours anyway.
Slowly he unbuttoned a few more of his buttons on his white collared shirt.
He poured himself another.
Then he took a swig straight from the bottle.
It was time.
He had to avenge his parents. His aunt, his Uncle.
Better now than never.
See, Peter actually knew Stark, in his childhood.
The Parker's all worked closely with Stark's team in the scientific route mainly.
Then his parents died- they told him it was a freak accident in the lab, but he was only five, he doubted they'd tell him the truth.
And then his Uncle was killed while he was trying to get Stark to rest easy on some mid life crisis.
Of course, Stark lived. He always did.
Finally, his aunt died during Ultron. A force that came directly from the hands of Tony Stark himself.
And of course Tony was painted the hero, ever since he became iron man, but Peter had always been suspicious- everything in his life had been taken by some man who calls himself a hero.
That was all before Peter got his powers. At first he had only wanted a defence. An animal, a spider, he had only been testing theories.
And when he got bit, he thought it might be over. Yet, a few days past and he became better, stronger in many ways.
He had the power he needed now.
Quickly Peter undressed from his work clothes, letting his extra arms uncoil free as his suit encompassed him (a nanotech invention he had improved on).
"This one's for you guys." Peter glanced towards the sky, opening his penthouse window to jump out.
However, he was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
Maybe Liz had decided to stop by anyway.
A shame really. Peter sighed, looking to the door that was slowly opening. And Liz was such a sweet girl too.
But No- it was Eugene, from work, with a pile of papers in his arms.
"Peter? You home? I just thought I'd drop off these docu... Who are you? Don't move." Eugene's eyes landed on Peter, fully in his dark black suit.
"Oh Eugene. I always liked you. Such a shame, you should really learn not to let yourself in." Peter sighed, stepping forward.
"Who the hell are you- I'm calling the police." Eugene frantically searched for his phone.
Peter flicked his wrist towards Eugene, seemly shooting nothing at him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I've just injected you with a nano sized... Vaccine of sorts. Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt too bad. It replicates that of a heart attack, should kick in any second now." Peter frowned from under his mask.
"Why? Who are you? What do you have against me-" Eugene was on the floor clutching his chest before he could finish.
"Oh Eugene. It wasn't anything against you- just the wrong place at the wrong time. I actually enjoyed having you at work." Peter bent over Eugene.
"Peter?" Eugene strained.
"Rest easy Flash- is that what they used to call you?"
"Wait-" Eugene croaked.
"Sorry Gene- places to be, people to see." Peter glanced back before jumping out of his window, and latching on to the one next to it.
It wasn't hard for Peter to find his way to Stark Tower. In his childhood, he had even gotten excited to visit 'uncle tones'.
Oh how the times changed.
Peter easily got into Tony's lab through a window, not even having to take out any of Stark's security measures. Really, you'd think after Afghanistan Tony would bring it up.
"Hey- who are you?" Tony immediately noticed Peter jump inside from the window.
"Tony Stark." Peter smiled, greeting the older man.
"Jarvis?!" Tony called, looking around for his suit.
"Don't bother. I over rid all your tech. It's just you and me Tones." Peter said, stepping closer.
"Now this doesn't seem like a fair fight." Tony smirked, gesturing to the six arms.
"A lot of things aren't fair Tony. How are you the hero? You killed my mother, father, uncle, aunt, and then, you left me on my own, not even taking me in after all that." Peter growled.
"Listen man, I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know how you hacked my system, but I'm sure we can work this out." Tony said casually.
"You don't know what I'm talking about? Really? Tony? Uncle Tones?" Peter lifted his mask up and watched Tony's eyes widen.
"Peter."
"I've grown up Stark. I know who's the real villain here."
