Hi, 

I know it's been a while I haven't updated. I'm truly sorry. But I was busy with my work in the bookshop and the university. I try to forgive myself soon. I am so sorry. 

Enjoy the reading, 

Wendy. 

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Chapter 5 : I've screwed up 

Peter didn't tell May and Tony anything. He didn't say that he saw fury. Neither that he knew who Beck was and that he used alternative universes to expand reality. and neither that he had to save the world this summer, again and he put his life and his friends' lives in danger. He didn't tell them anything of that. instead, he sent a lot of photos of ned and himself in front of classic venetian buildings and he explained that he and his classmates will not go to paris but to prague, instead, because of an organisation problem, and to hide this new he sent an among of pictures of ned, mj and himself in prague.

Tony and May were happy, but not Peter, he was less happy than he tried to show.

He didn't say anything when he had to be ready to fight this Fire Monster in the main square in Prague. Nor when he thought that Mr Beck had died and he had lived Tony's snap again. He was terrified by this memory.

He did not say anything when he had found Tony's note in the glasses boxe and he felt betrayed and relieved at the same time.

"For the new Tony Stark, I trust you"—TS.

This message didn't mean that he was the new Tony Stark, now Tony retired, but he was relieved in a certain way because Tony was saying that he wanted Peter to be better and not be a new copy of his reflection. And Peter did not want to be Tony Stark. He liked being this good Peter Parker. This good Spider-Man, the friendly neighbourhood spider. And, this word meant that Tony trusted him in a way.

On the other hand, Tony had never told about it. Not even once they had talked about his future as a superhero, after what happened Peter didn't think to be equal to do it and Tony was scared to push him around. But he should have told him about those glasses. About this weapon he wanted to give him even temporarily. Did he really think he was capable of keeping this weapon safe ?

And then, Peter met Beck and he felt good to be understood by someone who lived the same experiences as him. Peter hid many times his angst as a superhero to May and Tony because he didn't want them to worry. Peter trusted Tony and he loved him but Tony knew him well. Beck just wanted to save the world and he was equal to Iron Man, so Peter gave him the glasses because he had thought he could trust him.

Well ... He had thought that.

He had thought that until he found a projector with MJ and he learnt about everything.

Beck betrayed him after giving him all his trust and Peter did think he cared and understood him.

He gave him E.D.I.T.H

Shit, Tony will kill him when he knows about it.

And now, he was in Neverlands, being hurt, hobbing and having a headache after Beck had tried to kill him by pushing under a train. Peter knew he could not lie any longer to Tony. He needed him. He needed him badly. He had to speak to him, Tony had to help him and get out of it.

He was just a teenager after all.

But he had to take the responsibilities of his actions. He had to fix his mistakes and he saved the world again.

He left the police station from this village. His leg was painful, so bad that he couldn't barely walk. He looked around him trying to find a solution and he decided to go and talk to a man whom he could borrow his phone from.

He thought for a few seconds. Tony will definitely kill him. Perhaps he could just call Happy. But Tony would be more furious if he knew about it ...

He composed the phone number which he knew by heart, luckily, and he waited while the ringstone went on and on. Come on, pick up, pick up...

- Hello ?

- Mh, Hi, Tony ...

He sighed.

He would be so furious.

- Peter ?

Tony seemed surprised. This phone number was from abroad after all.

- Are you ok ? What's happened ?

- Mh ... Can ... Can you pick me up ?

- What ?

- I've screwed up ...

That was the truth ...

- Where are you exactly ?

Good question. Peter was relieved that Tony didn't want any explanations for now. Peter looked up at the man who waited patiently until he ended his conversation. He put his hand on the phone microphone.

- Excuse-me, Mister, where are we ?

- We're in Broek Op Langedijk, he says with a strong accent.

Peter put off his hand on the microphone to repeat before he found himself embarrassed because he wasn't able to.

- Mh, could you tell him ? he asked giving him the phone.

- Hello ? Yeah, we're in Broek Op Langedijk.

He took back the phone.

- Do you understand ?

- I get the jet. I'm on my way. Stay where you are.