Lost His Mind
Peter reaches out to touch the mechanic’s shoulder. Mr. Stark’s head snaps up the second Peter makes contact. It’s so fast that Peter stumbles backwards, pulling his hand back towards his chest. Almost as if he’d been burnt.
“I’m sorry,” Peter stutters, “I didn’t mean to disrupt you… I was just… You were.” Peter waves up and down to his mentor.
“I was what?” Mr. Stark’s voice is deep, coming from his throat. Almost like a growl. So sharp that it could cut if it had been a knife.
The ringing from his Spidey sense grows louder, more intense, as Mr. Stark gets up from his chair. Standing at his full height. Peter feels small then, standing there in Mr. Stark’s massive lab, when his mentor is clearly angry about something. What other explanations were there? Did he have a concussion? No, Peter couldn’t smell any alcohol on him, and Mr. Stark’s pupils were even, even if they were small, little pinpricks.
Cold, hard metal closes around Peter’s bicep, holding on so tightly that Peter can’t get free.
An Iron Man suit.
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Peter shows up to the lab for an internship afternoon, but something isn't like it's supposed to be...
Prompt: "I know you're in there somewhere" fight. @badthingshappenbingo
