"Danger? What a joke!"
Tony Stark, the man with the flamboyant little mustache, smiled disdainfully. He opened his mouth, intending to throw out a few harsh words, but when he thought of the blonde young man only he could see, he ultimately swallowed them back down.
"I understand."
As if possessed, Tony slowly tightened his grip on the card in his hand.
Although he was a billionaire with the world's best security team, having one more option meant having one more path, didn't it?
With that thought in mind, Tony was about to look up and ask for more details.
His gaze swept past the edge of the pool, but there was nothing there.
It was as if the boy who had appeared earlier had only been a hallucination.
Yet the cold card in his hand clearly reminded Stark that none of this was an illusion. It was real.
Early morning.
"Beep beep beep~"
The piercing alarm woke Peter from his sleep.
"So noisy!"
The disheveled boy raised a hand and slapped it.
Bang!
The violent sound of shattering instantly woke Peter up.
His body sprang up on instinct.
Whoosh!
The figure that had been lying flat on the bed leaped up in an instant. His hands and feet stuck to the ceiling faster than Peter's brain could even process it.
"Uh, where am I?"
Peter slowly came to and opened his eyes in confusion, only to see the furniture around him hanging upside down.
"Oh, shit!"
Though he was still groggy from waking up, Peter quickly figured out what had happened.
His hands were stuck to the ceiling, and the powerful adhesion held him firmly enough to support his entire body as he hung there.
"What the..."
Peter took a deep breath. As his chest rose and fell, the