Just Kids | Peter Parker

15 | Tunnel Vision

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TONY STARK SENT YOU A MESSAGE!

Come to the tower.
I'll send a car.

I'm asking myself a lot of questions right now, and one of them is: how did Tony Stark get my number?

It's a dumb question, because he's legitimately a tech legend, but I decided to ask it anyways. Another question would have been, why does he need me, but somehow that didn't seem as important.

Like he promised, I saw Happy pulling around with the car a few minutes later. Peter offered to come with, but I said no. He had to go to school. I, thankfully, had this opportunity to skip it.

I wasn't ready to go back, anyways.

"Hop in," Happy said, rolling down the car window, "Tony wants to make this quick."

I popped open the shotgun door, "for what?"

"He said not to tell you."

I frowned, "and why is that?"

Happy sighed, "he said not to tell you that either."

I furrowed my brow, shutting the door and crossing my arms. I didn't like surprises, as I've probably said before. The rest of the car ride was uneventful, because both of us had nothing to talk about.

As if it was hours away, we finally pulled in front of the giant glass tower. The giant glass tower where I should have been living. Climbing out of the car, I pushed my way inside the building and towards the elevators.

And.... that is where I decided I hated elevator music.

There was something so detrimentally nerve-wracking about being alone in an elevator while soft jazz plays in the background. Maybe it was just my pessimist outlook on life.

Once the elevator doors slid open, I came face to face with Tony, who was staring at me with his thick tinted glasses.

"Uhh....hey," I said, "how long have you been standing there?"

The man shrugged, "besides the point, it's for dramatic effect."

"Can you just cut to the chase?"

"Fine, if that makes you happy," he said, leading me into his giant workshop, "I need you to stand in there."

I looked up, coming face to face with a giant glass box. Inside the box was a single black chair, angled slightly to the right.

"Why," I said bluntly, "is this for some kind of study?"

"Of a sort."

"Of a sort?"

"Just, please," he said, pointing at the chair again, "sit down."

Everything I learned about bad decisions was screaming at me. But for some reason, I chose to ignore it this time. Maybe it was because I was with Tony, and I trusted him. Just a little bit, but still more than most.

Biting my lip, I walked into the glass cage, sitting down in the chair. Tony moved towards a workbench on the other side of the room, tapping on some holographic buttons quickly.

Then the glass doors shut. Then springs shot out of the chair, and wrapped my arms and legs to it. This moment was all too familiar, and it sent a wave of panic through my veins.

"What are you doing?" I blurted out, tugging at the binds, "Tony!"

He didn't say anything, but silently pulled out a small object wrapped in a dark cloth. I didn't have a good chance to see what it was, because I was too busy freaking out about being stuck in the glass cage.