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"You got the falcon?" Peter couldn't stop his excitement showing.
"I know! I've wanted it for a year!"
"Dude, this might just be the coolest thing to happen to me."
"You live with Stark now!" Ned countered. "You could've had a hundred of them if you asked."
"I don't wanna inconvenience him... He's got a lot on his plate."
Ned paused. "Wanna build it tonight?"
"Uh... Sure! My place at 7?"
"Sounds good!" Ned said before shutting his locker and heading for PE.
"What monster makes PE first lesson?" Ned asked Peter as they entered the gym. Peter always hated gym, not due to a lack of ability, but too much of it. If anyone saw a glimpse of an ab or an overzealous push-up he was toast.
"It could be French..." Peter mumbled.
"Eh... You have a point Monsieur!" Ned added a dodge french accent to the last word. Peter grinned.
"French is culturally enriching" MJ said nonchalantly. "All we learn here is that Coach Wilson has a burning crush on Captain America"
"Don't we all?" Peter asked. But MJ had already moved to the benches lining the gym walls.
"Oh yeah, Decathlon tonight nerd. Don't flake." MJ shouted at him over her book.
"Wait, you're in Decathlon? I thought you'd left!"
"Nah, wouldn't dream of it."
"Oh thank God," Ned couldn't hide his relief, "I thought we were stuck with Flash for good!"
"No man could handle that fate."
Ned chuckled. "Well if you're at Decathlon, we could just build the falcon straight away. Go back to mine, grab it..."
Peter froze. He didn't like the implications of the plan. If he went with Ned, he couldn't Spiderman. And he hadn't missed a day of Spiderman since...
He remembered sitting on top of that rollercoaster. He could make out Happy down below, panickedly searching for anything salvageable. Peter was wearing his first suit, from when he lived with his Aunt. He'd left his Stark Tech suit (not that Tony knew it was) at home, thinking it wasn't needed. Tony had dropped him at Liz's, and driven off reasonably sharply to the upstate compound. Peter hurt... Too much. He'd somehow managed to stumble back to his room and, to some success, stitch up the worse injuries. He hadn't left his room for 2 days, bar getting food and water.
"Sure thing Ned. But can I head home first and meet you there?"
Ned mumbled his approval.
"Yes Ross, I know he didn't sign the Accords!" Tony had been in this meeting for half an hour, and he'd wished he'd cancelled after 5 minutes.
"Then you accept that he needs to be brought in?" Ross' tone was harsh over the speaker.
"I don't see what he's doing wrong. All he does is help old ladies cross the road and rescue cats"
"And bail you out of trouble when everything goes wrong?"
Tony didn't like that memory. He remembered seeing Peter off to his date's house (Lily? Something like that) and beginning his drive back to the penthouse. Happy's phone call that night was far from appreciated, telling him what had happened and that Spiderman had saved the day.
"So what if he did?" Fury rose in Tony
"If you defend this vigilante from our grasp, Stark, I'll have to have you taken in as well."
"You couldn't touch me if you tried"
"Maybe. For now, though? I don't want to try. You need to find the Spiderman and take him in."
"Why me? Why not one or your faceless goons?"
"Because, Stark, we don't have the technology to keep up with him. You do."
"Understood. Secretary." Tony tried to keep the venom out of his voice before ending the call.