Behind closed doors

Chapter 15

A/N- So sorry. A lot has happened, my dog had to be put to sleep and I've kinda shut down. This book hasn't been fully edited so sorry for that, Ill do it as soon as I can.
There is a photo of my dog as well <3

*Location- Stark Tower*

-Third Person P.O.V-

The elevator slowly began it's decent, Peter stood inside bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. His grip of the case never wavering as he stared down at the Spider emblem.

"This is so awesome," he whispered to himself, a smile breaking across his face.

'Here you go Peter, just go down the hall then turn left and there should be a room for you to change. I'm glad you're happy with your suit, I'm sure Mr Stark would be happy about that,' FRIDAY spoke up, making Peter flinch slightly in shock, although it did nothing to wipe the smile from his face.

"Thank you FRIDAY, and- and it was really nice to meet you. You're really cool," Peter stumbled, hoping he was embarrassing himself, even if it were an AI, as far as Peter was concerned, she was as human as anyone he knows (certainly more than May).

'That is very kind of you Peter, it was lovely to meet you too. And I must say, you are one of the coolest people I have met, just don't tell my boss that,' FRIDAY replied, glee shining in her voice, and Peter could easily picture the sly smile that would have been on her lips, had she been a human.

Peter couldn't help the small chuckle as he walked carefully out of the elevator and promised her. He followed her instructions, and walked into the room. Once he had shut the door and made sure no one was around, he set the case on the table near him and popped the case open.

He couldn't help but admire the design of the suit, with his senses, he was able to see the precision stitching, the fabric that looked thin, but as though it was still able to stop a bullet from causing any damage. The colours matched his suit and had the same type of style. White eyes stood out on the front of the suit and he knew in the back of his mind it would be useful for when his senses were too high.

"Um FRIDAY?" Peter asked cautiously, he had suddenly remembered something (he was shocked he had forgotten really) and he wasn't so sure if he wanted to change here anymore.

'Yes Peter, what can I do for you?' FRIDAY questioned politely.

Peter cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed, "is there- is there um cameras in here?"

'Yes. However, I can disable them for a couple minutes to allow you to change,' FRIDAY spoke, seeming to sense what Peter wanted.

In return, Peter couldn't help the sigh of relief that fell from his lips, "yes please FRIDAY, that would be great thanks."

Peter heard an audible click and he knew it meant the cameras were off, he took a look around the room, making sure there was nothing that could spy on him -aside from the one camera located in the corner, that anyone else wouldn't be able to spot, but he knew it had been turned off- and checked to make sure there wasn't someone else in there before he began to change.

The only reason Peter asked for the cameras to be off was because he knew if FRIDAY were to see the cuts and bruises she would report it to Mr Stark, and then it would be over. He would lose another person (albeit, they weren't close but that didn't mean Peter didn't want Mr Stark to die because of him) gone, and May would be even angrier.

And Peter couldn't have that.

Not again.

Quickly and carefully he pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing his bruised arms. He didn't look at them for long, not wanting to remember the horrors that came along with it, and he quickly pulled his shirt off after, not even glancing at his chest or stomach, knowing bruises would be covering most, if not all of it.