PETER PARKER
Present traveling to the past

Quentin gave Mr Stark a dirty look. "I'm not a magician."

He looked him up and down before raising his hands up in fake surrender, "Could've fooled me. Gotta say, I'm not sure how I'm feeling about the fishbowl." He teased and Quentin clenched his fists. I gave him a knock it off look and he begrudgingly stalked back toward the helicopter.

I went to follow him but Mr Stark pushed a hand against my chest gently, "Not to be ungrateful or anything, but I'd appreciate if you could explain why an insect and a prick wearing a cape just rescued me."

I grinned, remembering how endearing his cocky personality was, "It's a long story but I'll explain it to you on the ride back." I promised.

"I'm sure you already know, but it's a pleasure to meet you." He held out a hand, "I'm Tony Stark."

"Peter Parker."

I ignored Quentin being childish and pouty while Mr Stark flew back toward New York City, "Ready to explain?" He asked me while I nodded, flicking Quentin's forehead to get his attention.

"We're from the future, 2023." I said bluntly, expecting him to not believe us.

"Cool." He responded lamely, "Do I still have my hair? I've been concerned about balding recently." He checked himself out in the mirror while I gaped at him.

He took it that easily?

"Could you just keep your eyes on the sky, pal?" Quentin complained and crossed his arms.

"Could you just pull that stick out of your ass, bud?" Tony retorted and I kicked Quentin in the shin while he grumbled in irritation.

"Anyway." I redirected their attention, "We're here for an important reason." I then proceeded to tell him about Shadow and his plan.

"Why'd you come back here? You could've just destroyed the machine." He pointed out.

I fiddled with my hands and stared out the window, "I didn't want him to hurt you."

"And we needed to make sure we got rid of him for good." Quentin stepped in and I raised my fist warningly.

"I'll strangle you with my webs if you don't cut it out." I mouthed. He shut up.

"Where is future me? Why didn't I come with you guys?" He questioned. When he noticed my hesitation, the usual confident grin he had on his face deflected. "So how'd it happen?"

"How did what happen?" I asked, confused.

"How did I die?"

Quentin squeezed my shoulder comfortingly when he saw how choked up I was. I placed my hand over his own and squeezed it back just as tightly.

"Actually, don't tell me." Mr Stark changed his mind, "I shouldn't know anything about the future."

"Yeah." I mumbled sadly in agreement.

It was silent for a while before he cleared his throat and spoke up again, "So you're called Spiderman, huh?" He asked but it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah." I snuggled into Quentin's side since I was so exhausted from the fight, "I got bit by a radioactive spider. Now I can do spider things." I yawned and Mr Stark chuckled.

"So what do I have to do with any of this? I mean, I am the Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. But I'm no superhero." He rambled, "So I don't get what part I'm supposed to play in this."

Quentin kissed the nape of my neck and I giggled before trying to playfully shove him away but he just held me tighter. Not like I wanted him to let go, though.

"You're Ironman." I stated, "Other than Thor you're probably the strongest Avenger."

"Ironman? Thor? Avenger?" He mumbled, so confused that he almost seemed frustrated. But to be fair he really has been a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist his entire life. There was never a time he didn't understand something as soon as he heard it. This was all new to him.

"It's a lot to take in so don't worry. Like you said I probably shouldn't tell you that much, but just know that... you're very important."

AKA the entire freaking universe would be dead without you!

He scoffed, "I'll take your word for it, kid."

Quentin leaned in to kiss me but got interrupted by Mr Stark, "Could you please try and keep your magic rabbit in your pants until we land? We're trying to have an important discussion here." He smirked to himself and Quentin gritted in jaw in annoyance- which only heightened when he saw me suppressing a laugh as he shoved me away.

We spoke back and forth about everything going on with Mr Stark and Quentin bickering from time to time as I had to rile them down.

"I can see the city from here!" I exclaimed excitedly and bent over Quentin's lap to see out the window, "It looks so cool from up here!" His hand ran up my back as I beamed in amazement.

"Your lameness feels so familiar." Mr Stark muttered in thought when I pulled back.

"Probably because we're friends in the future." I told him. He hadn't looked at me since I took my mask off and so when we made eye contact he stopped. His grip loosened since he was momentarily distracted and the helicopter dropped slightly, which caused Quentin's arm to cradle me protectively into his chest while I reached out for Mr Stark.

He glanced at me with a hurt look on his face but he hid it instantly and let go, "Jeez, sorry about that." Mr Stark chuckled, "I don't know why that happened."

"It's ok." I murmured, "I got a really weird feeling when I saw you for the first time too. Not sure what it was." My fingers itched to hold onto Quentin, feeling guilty that my first instinct was to save Mr Stark before him.

He paused but accepted my hands pressing against his chest and soft kiss against his lips. Before Mr Stark could comment I decided to make my own, "Sorry, it's really hard for me to keep my web shooter in my pants when Quentin's around."

We landed on the roof of Stark Towers and followed Mr Stark inside to talk more. The man was in captivity for three months and the first thing he did was take a swig of vodka.

"Happy, bring me a cheeseburger from McDonald's. Actually bring me three." He corrected himself, holding his thumb over a button on the wall.

"Tony?!" Happy screeched from the intercom, "What the hell?! Where are you- what happened, what-"

"I'm waiting on those cheeseburgers." He tapped the back of his wrist impatiently as if he was wearing a watch, "I don't have all day."

After some bickering, Happy sent an assistant to get the cheeseburgers while Happy came up himself to see Mr Stark.

"What the hell Tony?" Happy cried as he squeezed Mr Stark so hard I wouldn't have been surprised if he exploded, "What's going on?"

"I haven't been able to shower in months so I suggest you don't hug me so tightly." He exhaled and Happy let go of him, "Shower first. Cheeseburgers second. Explaining third." He instructed and turned away promptly to go shower somewhere.

"Tony!" Happy yelled, clearly wanting an explanation.

"You two can stay here tonight." Mr Stark pointed at Quentin, "Just don't get your magic tricks all over my property." He joked.

At least I'm pretty sure it was a joke.

The door closed with a thud and Happy looked at us suspiciously. He looked me up and down (why do guys keep doing that lately??) and Quentin threw an arm over my shoulder possessively.

"Aren't you the kid who claimed to be my nephew?" He questioned eerily, "And kidnapped Obadiah?"

"Mr Stark will explain it to you when he comes back." I assured and tried to ignore Quentin's tempting hand circling my waist, "It's... a lot to take in."

A jealous Quentin forced me to sit in his lap while we faced the freshly showered and cheeseburger filled Tony Stark. We were in the room that he said we could stay in for as long as we needed as "a small thank you for helping me escape that shithole" as he previously stated. Quentin's strong arms wrapped around my midsection and my back was flushed against his pecs. He always felt so good against me even though I hated to give him the satisfaction of containing that dangerous information.

"We'll take a night to rest and figure out what to do about Shadow tomorrow." Mr Stark decided tiredly and crossed his legs in the chair he was sitting in.

"I don't know if we should really waste that time. Shadow is most likely waiting for us to be vulnerable and during the night is the perfect chance for that." Quentin pointed out. He had started to be more civil towards Mr Stark and I was silently proud of his character development.

"This entire building is full of security and high tech weapons." He yawned back uninterestedly, "I think we're good."

Quentin scowled in return, "The two of us snuck in with ease thanks to Peter's enticing ass." He reached one of his warm hands down to squeeze my butt but I slapped it away in embarrassment, "Are you sure it's that difficult to get in?"

"I need to sleep." He stretched his arms above his head while clearly bored of the conversation, "And like I said, now we have a magician and spider to help out."

"If you want to die sooner than you're already going to then don't blame it on the magician." Quentin spat and the two of us looked at him with wide eyes. Mr Stark, for the first time, was taken aback by his statement.

Take back anything I said about being proud of him.

"Quentin!" I hissed, shoving him away from me and gazing at him with a murderous look in my eyes.

"I'm going to sleep." Mr Stark mumbled and the door shut quietly rather than his usual slam. Quentin still had an agitated expression written all across his annoyingly attractive features. He didn't look regretful at all. All day I had been mad at him constantly for one thing after another, but this time there was no anger. Just hurt.

"Why would you say that?" I whispered, sheltering my arms over my stomach is if to shield myself from him.

And there goes the regret that was absent just seconds ago.

"Peter," He stood up and tried to take me back into his arms but he stopped when I flinched away.

"He sacrificed his life for the sake of the entire universe." I mumbled and my sad eyes locked with his, "I am who I am today because of him. We wouldn't have ever met if it wasn't for Mr Stark." I whispered, "I love him so much, and I wish you would just stop being such a jerk for ten seconds and consider all of that. He barely did anything to you and you're acting like it's the end of the world."

"You really think I hate him this much because he renamed my technology BARF?" He chuckled bitterly and walked to the opposite side of the room, "You really want to know what kind of man he is? You really want to know what he did to me?"

I still need to pee.

A/N
Double update to make up for none yesterday! The video attached is for a better visual of the escaping scene because I don't think I was able to describe it too well.

I changed a couple things in the "Please Read" chapter so I recommend you check that but it's not too important.