“I’m picking you up after school. Have
pulls his phone away from his ear, mouth opening and closing around lost words
as he blinks, almost as if in a daze, at Ned. He drags a glossy gaze toward the
phone with “Mr. Stark On Call” blinking on the touch screen.
snaps a finger in front of Peter’s face, and Peter jerks back into reality,
after being lost within the memories of when he last fought alongside Iron Man,
and presses his phone back to his ear. “Sorry!” He chirps out with a crack of
the voice. “I’m here! I can meet you; I have my suit!”
“Don’t sound so excited.”
sucks in a deep breath, chest swelling largely, then slowly exhales to calm the excitement burning hot across his veins. “Sorry,” he says, hoping his voice
sounds as cool and casual as he thinks it does.
“Okay, I’m hanging up now.”
familiar chime of a dropped call rings in Peter’s ear, and he slowly pulls his
phone away from his ear and stares with blown pupils at Ned. “He’s picking me
up after school. He told me to bring my suit…” His voice trails off into a pit
of awe that burns his toes and spikes hot across his limbs. “I’m going to be
hanging out with Iron Man today,” he whispers loudly as he falls back against
his locker with a wide small pushing at his lips.
you think that’s such a good idea?”
too far gone, lost in the waves of excitement, and he barely registers Ned’s
hushed question. “Huh?”
feels as if a pile of bricks drops onto Peter’s head, forcing him off of cloud
nine and back into the harsh reality that is his poor immune system not even
remotely affected by his hero abilities. “I’m okay,” he tells Ned, but the
wavering tone of his voice negates his words so much that Ned is leaning
forward to press the back of his hand to Peter’s flushed cheek.
mean if ‘okay’ is burning up, then you’re fantastic.”