Peter's P.O.V
I've been talking to Tony for a couple of weeks now and it's been really nice. He's a cool dude and I've learned that he works with idiots. Just last week, his friend Francis blew up one of the kitchens that the employees at S.I can use to make food at work. How he did it, no one will ever know and isn't it a little weird that the employees have kitchens?
Oh wait, it's Stark Industires. Anything is probably possible there.
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I'm currently sitting on a building, waiting for some crime to happen, but the city is relatively quiet today, which is nice for once. It's been kind of hectic for some time since there was that 'little' parade that Wilson Fisk arranged for some new project he's making. And I guess pick pockets and other criminal idiots took advantage of all the people being too focused on something else instead of their possessions. Never been that big of a fan of that Wilson Fisk. He seems a little sketchy so I'll keep an eye out.
All of a sudden, I feel my phone vibrate and I quickly pull it up, seeing it's a text from Tony.
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Tony
Hello
Peter
Hi!
Wait...
You're not Tony...
Impostor!
What have you done with Tony?!
Tony...?
Oh wow
Was it that obvious?
Peter
Yes
He never says anything so formal as 'Hello'
It's either 'Hey', 'Kid' or 'Hey kid'
Tony...?
I see
Peter
So who are you?
And where is Tony?
Vincent
I suppose you can call me
Vincent
And Tony is currently sleeping because he needs to sleep
He pulled another all nighter
Peter
Well then
Nice to meet you Vincent
Wait
Like Vincent van Gogh?
Are you a painter?
Vincent
Likewise
No, not really like Vincent van Gogh
And no, I'm not a painter
Peter
So... who are you?
I mean, I know your name but, like
YOU ARE READING
Life Saver
FanfictionTony thought he was texting Steve, but Steve, still not really understanding phones, gave him the wrong number. . Peter Parker, secretly known as Spider-Man, lives with his abusive aunt. One day, Peter gets a text from an unknown number. Little did...