I'M SORRY! I'VE BEEN GONE FOR LIKE A MONTH AND THAT'S NOT OKAY AND I FEEL REALLY BAD AND STUFF BUT IT'S CAUSE I'VE BEEN WORKING ON OTHER STUFF AND HOMEWORK AND STUFF AND AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

I'm good, I'm good. *smiles*

So, you know that whole thing about quality over quantity...? Yeah, this has neither. But it's something, and I promise that the next chapter will be long, and good, and soon!

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"What's that?" "Can I touch that?" "I'm bored," "That looks so cool!" "Can I have peanut butter?" "I can't believe I'm talking to Tony Stark."

Tony was starting to get annoyed. Neither of the teens would stop talking, no matter how many times he told them to. Sure, at first it had been kind of funny, but he should have listened to that other kid — Ted? — He had been warned that they wouldn't shut up. He probably should have listened. Happy (who was driving) had put up the screen long ago, blocking out the sound of the two chattering teens. Lucky Happy…

The billionaire was having a hard time staying patient, cause yeah, the two teens had lost their memories, but they should at least remember what being annoying meant!

"Wait a minute…" Zoe looked at Peter curiously. "How does someone like you have an internship with…" she looked at Tony. "I don't remember who you are, but I remember that you're important."

Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead speaking. "The 'internship' isn't a real internship."

"Wait, what?" Peter asked.

"You're Spider-Man, May just doesn't know."

"...I'm what?"

"Oh God." Tony sighed. "You're a spider themed super hero."

"... why?"

It was going to be a very long ride.

Time skip

Long story short, they had finally gotten to the compound, Tony had some people look at the two, and it had been determined that it wasn't too bad (except for Peter, who had recently been axed in the head, so it's not like this was good for him). Their memories were supposed to gradually come back, so hopefully, that would work out.

"You're lucky it's not worse," Tony said, once the doctors left. "You guys really need to be more careful."

"I don't even know you, why are you telling me what to do?" Zoe challenged.

"Because, as the adult, I'm in charge."

"This room is so cool…" Peter commented, looking around in awe. If Tony thought the kid was bad when he had seen the place, this was so much worse. "What's that?"

"No, you can't touch it." Tony automatically replied.

"Awww…"

"Hey, Iron Guy, is there food in this place, or is it some kind of prison?"

"...yes, we have food."

"How about peanut butter?"

He sighed. "Yes, we have peanut butter."

"And where would that peanut butter be? Specifically, I mean."

The billionaire looked at the peanut butter obsessed teen. "You… really need to get over this peanut butter thing."

The conversation continued for a few minutes, before they needed to go back. As they were walking down the stairs, Peter got distracted by a bird (giant window problems, am I right?) and slipped, tumbling down an entire floor.

"Holy crap, kid are you okay?" Tony asked, hurrying after his 'intern'. Zoe followed suit.

"Ow… my head…" Peter muttered, laying on the floor. He sat up, rubbing his temple. "God… that hurt."

"Great, your head it bleeding again!"

"Hey, don't blame me for getting axed!"

"I didn't say - wait. I thought you didn't remember that." the genius stared at the teen, and the teen stared back (Zoe continued to eat peanut butter (where she had gotten it from, no one knew), on the steps).

"I didn't… hey! I think I remember things now!"

"Lucky you." Zoe said, her voice full of snark.

Peter looked at his friend for a moment, saying nothing. "What's up with you?" he finally asked.

"... I've forgotten the last few months of my life, I'm pretty mad. I don't remember where I live, who I know, who I don't know, if I have a boyfriend - which, I hope not not, because Flash is really cute - and I don't even know if I'm a good student, which, I'm probably not, so whatever, and-"

"You know me, you don't know a lot of people because you're still fairly new… I actually don't know if you have a boyfriend, its never come up. Huh… oh, and you hate Flash, so, do me a favor, and STOP SAYING HE'S CUTE!"

"...but he is."

"NO! YOU HATE HIM!"

"Again I say-"

"Don't say it-"

"He's-"

"Please no-"

"Cute."

"Ugh! He's a jerk!"

"But Ned said that he's nice!"

Peter's eyes widened. "Oh my God." Ned had lied through his teeth. To all of them. He had probably done so to give several people a break from the jerk that they all knew as Flash, but he clearly wasn't aware of the possible consequences. Especially once Flash regained his memory, there would be hell to pay.

"...Gonna finish that thought, or are you just gonna keep it to yourself?"

"Ned lied, Flash isn't nice at all."

"...works for me, he's still cute."

Peter facepalmed, then ran his hand through his hair. "Crap, I'm bleeding…"

"Yeah, I know. Come on kid, we've gotta get you back upstairs." Tony said.

Well that was terrible. Oh well...

Hey, you want to feel bad about hating on Flash?

Too bad, I'm gonna tell you this fun fact anyway!

The reason Flash is a jerk is because his alcoholic father physically abuses him (:

Super fun, right? Feel bad yet? Great! :)

Okay, please review and stuff! Byez!

Until next time, Kat signing off.