Peter's arms still were raw red from the burns last night. He quickly wrapped his arms again before pulling out his phone, after feeling the object buzz slightly.
Mr muffin:
Heya Bambino
Bambi:
Sup old man?
Mr muffin:
Hey I'm not that old
And I'm alright but my friends are being annoying as usual
Bambi:
Wait, you have friends?!
Mr muffin:
Of course i have friends kid
Did you seriously think that I was a loner or something
Bambi:
Well yea I thought you wouldn't be able to make any other friends cos you're so old
Mr muffin:
I feel so offended!
Bambi:
Haha
Anyway I have school stuff to do before it gets too late
Bye old man
Mr muffin:
Alright see ya kid
Tony turned off his phone and looked around him at his team. Steve and Clint were arguing. Him, Natasha and Bruce were calmly sitting on the sofa watching with amusement. Clint had pulled another prank that made Steve upset and escaped into the vents while Steve tried to get him down to give him a mother lecture. Thor and Loki were somewhere.
Peter pulled up his hood as he walked the busy streets. His hands were in his pockets out of view yet he still winced a bit every time someone accidentally bumped into him. His face had some fresh cuts and bruises from his patrol earlier. No one went near him as they saw him as a street rat or some even saw him as a criminal.
Then he bumped into something and fell over pulling his hands out his pockets and yelping when they hit the hard cement. A hand reached towards him. He cautiously reached out and grabbed the soft cold hand with his bandaged one. And looked up to see...
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Wrong Number Kid
RandomPeter is going on the run as he is done with foster families and he messages who he think is Ned but is Tony Stark. And a new friendship occurs yet they both don't know each other off screen. I've really wanted to try making one of these and I'm so...
