𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓
Peter
Ned
Ned
Ned
Ned
How do you fry water?
???
Go back to bed birdbrain or I’ll open all the blinds and turn on the sprinklers.
Peter
Ned. this is serius, how will i fry my water for the science fair??
???
You asked for it.
Peter
...i fried the water...but the kitchens on fire
???
Whoops, you aren’t birdbrain. I’m not Ned by the way.
Peter
Oh...whoops. Well in that case, do you know how to fry water without lighting the kitchen on fire?
???
What the Frick?
Frick.
Frick
Fuhc
What the heck?
Peter
Oh yeah i may have done some coding.
???
Who are you and why do you have my number?
Peter
Idk. Better yet- Who ARE yOu and HoW diD yOu Get MY number!?
???
...
Peter
Oh wait..haha. I realy dont know how i got ur number, i just have madly fast typing skillz
???
Okkkkkk, you’re sus
Peter
You are a oldie
???
What??
Peter
Old fart
???
EM NOT OLD!!!
Peter
Are too old fart, my petey tingle gives it away
???
Respect your elders!
Peter
HA you admit it!!!!
???
And Petey...is your name Peter?
Peter
PEDO ALERT
???
Ok...this is just madness, im leaving. Bye pinky
Peter
Pinky????? Whos pinky? It better not be that mouse
~~~~~
Tony peeped up from his now dimmed phone, staring at his incredibly disorganized work space. He walked over towards a pile of neatly stacked papers, and shoved it off his desk.
‘There we go, I knew something was missing.’
His lab was now perfectly set to start tinkering with his latest model of the iron man suits, the necessary bits and pieces were under a shower of glass leading him to just improvise.
After several minutes of hard work and sweat, he finally managed to come up with a... sentient gingerbread man?
“Oh wow, maybe I really should consider cleaning this lab sometime.”
He placed down a crowbar in his hand, beginning the trek to Peppers office.
Little did he know, the sentient gingerbread man had plans.
~~~~~
Peter lazily lifted a pencil, then dropped it on his finished chemistry worksheet.
‘Seriously, we’re in tenth grade. You’d think we were past the structure of an atom by now but noooo. I wonder if the teacher would ever let me teach someday.’
He snuck out his Phone, going back to Old Fart’s contact to do something more interesting.
~~~~~
Peter
Hey old fart, im bored
???
Go annoy someone else
Peter
Le gasp. You think im annoying *tears ensue*
???’s name was changed to ‘Old Fart’
Old Fart
Uh, please dont.
Old Fart
You know what, goodbye.
~~~~~
Peter gasped violently, had his only friend (besides MJ, Ned, and May) deserted him?
He tried texting Old Fart back but the message wouldn’t send, the old man had actually blocked Peter. This sparked a flame of determination and anger in him, enabling hours worth of coding to be completed in thirty minutes.
‘There, this should do it!’ He applied the coding to Old Man’s surprisingly fragile firewall before he attempted to text again.
~~~~~
Peter
OLD FART SIR!!!!! HOW DARE YOU BLOCKETH ME
Old Fart
How did you stop me from blocking you?
Peter
I TOLD YOU I COULD CODE!!!
Old Fart
Kid...how smart are you. You just destroyed Iron Man’s firewall.
Peter
IAUGILWELGEGLAWG youre joking.
Old Fart
Facetime me, I dare you.
Peter
Ok..????
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Facetime call
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Tony could be seen whacking a piece of molten metal with a bread roller, desperately screaming before throwing the kitchen utensil through a window. Apparently his metal working tools had ‘disappeared’.
“YOU’RE TONY STARK!!!” Peter squealed, his eyes growing wider by the second.
“No, I’m Greta Thunberg” He turned around, scrambling for something.
“Ok, so I have this brilliant idea-”
Tony cut the call off, not interested in talking to some random child.
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Peter
...I called THE tony stark ‘old man’
Old Man
Yes, and please don’t talk to me again, I’m busy.
Peter
ROOD, adn i hafta leave
~~~~~
Gingerbread had ideas of world domination ever since he entered the hideous planet, and the most brilliant plan had come in an epiphany.
He would firstly find someone The Creator dearly cared about and attack them, leaving Creator in a rather vulnerable state. He would then use The Creator’s grief to harness his teammates’ emotions as well, making it much easier to lift the barrier between destruction and the earth.
He searched through FRIDAY’S database, noticing the first person that appeared in messages. Ginger then used the number to find ‘Peter Parker’ a student of Midtown High, an absolutely perfect target.
He started bounding from building, to building, until this school was in sight.
Peter, get ready to die.′ Ginger thought in a toad voice. It’s mouth was glued shut, so speaking was not an option.
