Prototype (Part 5) | Reader x Peter Parker
Genre: Male!Android!Reader x Peter Parker/Spider-Man | Marvel (MCU) x Detroit: Become Human AU
Summary: “Not long after Tony Stark attends CyberLife’s Annual Investor & Shareholder Conference, the New Avenger’s Facility becomes freshly staffed by various CyberLife Androids. One particular model - the new ST400 - becomes a personal project of Mr. Stark’s. He could never have known that interactions with a particular young Avenger would impact his project in ways he could never have imagined.”
Author’s Notes: It’s good to be back! I’ve been busy with moving to a new place, looking for a new job, and also working on a VERY SPECIAL PROJECT I can't WAIT to share with you guys :) Also This chapter was very very long so I’ll be posting another chapter very soon so this one isn't insanely long. (I’m sorry the angsty dramatic bits got pushed back they’re in the next chapter - don’t kill me) Also, if you want to be on the tag list for this fic just let me know in a comment
"I... should be getting back. Aunt May will be pissed if I get home too late." Peter slowly stood from the couch, his eyes still transfixed on the black screen.
"Of course," (Y/N) stood beside Peter, his LED blinking yellow for a brief moment, "I've just called you a car. It should be here in approximately three minutes."
"T-Thanks." Peter was still a little jarred from what he just watched, but found himself oddly impressed by (Y/N)'s seemingly never-ending list of functions. He really was fascinating.
"Thank you. Peter." (Y/N) suddenly piped up.
"Thanks? For what?" Peter collected his jacket and backpack.
"For watching the interview with me," (Y/N) began, "Granted, while the interview didn't go as planned for the parties involved, I enjoyed spending an evening with you."
Peter blushed. He had fun tonight and was glad to hear that (Y/N) enjoyed the evening as well, but also wondered if (Y/N) could enjoy himself. Enjoyment - it was such a simple concept for humans, but Peter was still so confused about what went on in the minds of Androids. While it did seem weird hearing an Android say those kinds of things out loud, the smile on (Y/N)'s face made all those thoughts fade away. Peter returned the smile.
"See you on Monday?" Peter asked.
"Of course," (Y/N) nodded, "Have a good night, Peter."
The drive home was silent. The driver that took Peter home was an android - used for the late night shifts so humans wouldn't need to fill them. Peter tried to enjoy the quiet but found his thoughts to be far too loud.
"Was that a deviant?" Peter thought to himself, "That's what everyone is so scared of?"
The skinless face of the Android speaker flashed through his mind. He seemed kind - peaceful even. Realistically, while his demands were a little out there, they weren't unreasonable - and by no means were they aggressive or violent. The concept of deviancy lingered in Peter's head the whole way home. Was it something the Androids were born with or something they acquired. Regardless, what causes them to "wake up"? Ultimately, he found more questions than answers, which greatly upset him.
Peter soon made it home safe and sound. Once he made it upstairs, he discovered May sitting at the television, glued to the news. Images and headlines of Tony and the mysterious Android flashed on the screen.
"Hey, honey. You're back late," May waved Peter over to the couch, "Did you see the news?"
"Yeah," Peter sat beside May, "My friend and I were watching the interview when it all went down."
"I gotta say, I've never been a big fan of Tony Stark, but that Rosanna Cartland did him dirty," May suddenly turned to Peter, "Do you see any of those Androids of Tony's at your internship?"
"Y-Yeah," Peter stuttered, "Every day." Peter found himself worried about Aunt May's reaction. She's pretty liberal about most topics, but Peter never really knew her stance on the whole Android situation currently going on in the US.
"How are they around you?" May asked, curiosity in her voice.
"T-They're great. Friendly, thoughtful, hardworking..." Peter's voice trailed off, "...Honestly, sometime's I forget they're Androids."
"Hmm..." May pondered quietly for a moment, which frightened Peter just a bit - until she finally spoke up.
"It's a shame really. A few Androids mess it up for the rest of them," She stood from the couch, turning to face Peter, "It's just like people. One person does something wrong, and everyone tackles whatever they're a part of."
Peter was shocked; he didn't know why though. He thought - or I guess hoped - that May would be open-minded to the idea of Androids in our society. But it was still a relief to hear her say it out loud.
"Promise me, Peter," May placed her hand on Peter's head, "Don't judge the many for the actions of a few." Peter was speechless. Since when did May become all wise and Yoda-like? Still, it made him smile from ear to ear.
"I promise," Peter stood up, wrapping his arms around May, "I love you."
"I larb you too, kid." May laughed, squeezing her nephew.
"That joke's still not funny, May."
It was a weekend, and Peter didn't have to come to the compound today. Granted, with Mr. Stark and Pepper returning today, he wanted to make sure he was there. Peter decided to "Spidey" his way to the compound today. It was a brisk November day, and sure it was a bit of a treck, but with his Spider-Man duties being so few and far between these days he wanted an excuse to put on the suit and take to the sky.
The whole way to the compound Peter again thought of the Androids in our world today. No matter what he tried to think of, it inevitably always came back to Androids. Peter saw both sides of the argument, but being a part of Mr. Stark's project and getting to know so many Androids in the facility, he couldn't help but think there was so much more to them.
All that thinking made time fly by, and Peter arrived at the compound much faster than he anticipated. He wasted no time running up the steps and bursting through the lobby doors - eager to ask Mr. Stark what really happened the night of the interview. However, the next face he'd see would push Mr. Stark down a few notches on Peter's list of priorities.
"Peter, what are you doing here?" It was (Y/N), sitting quietly in the empty lobby. He gave Peter a small smile - one that left him still for just a moment.
"I-I didn't have anything to do today, and I wanted to check on Mr. Stark. Maybe get a little intel on what we saw last night on TV." Peter quickly sat beside (Y/N). Once close enough, (Y/N) looked closely at Peter - or more specifically his spidey-suit. He trailed his fingers across the red and blue fabric, examining each and every detail. Peter knew he was probably just analyzing or something, but being so close to (Y/N) and having his hand brush across his arm made him very glad (Y/N) couldn't see his flushing face behind his mask.
"Mr. Stark has told me about your suit, as well as imported information about it into my data," (Y/N)'s hand reached for Peter's covered face, his thumb grazing the lense of his eye-plate, "But seeing it up close and personal is really something. I can't believe you designed it yourself."
"T-Thanks!" Peter's face was bright pink - again, thankfully covered, "So what are you doing here in the lobby?" He did what he could to remain cool.
"Waiting for Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts," (Y/N) finally took back his hand from Peter's face, "There've been some complications in regards to their departure from Detroit. Anti-Android riots, congested traffic, poor weather... The odds don't seem to be in their favor."
"Really...?" There was disappointment in Peter's voice, "Do you think they'll be back today?"
"At this rate, unlikely." (Y/N) sighed, "Mr. Stark didn't provide any further instructions or jobs that needed to get done today, so I felt waiting for him would be the next best option."
"Do you want to go out with me?" Peter asked suddenly without thinking. (Y/N) cocked his head in confusion. The silence is what keyed Peter into the dilemma at hand - what he meant and what he said were two very different things.
"I-I mean outside! Go outside!" Peter began to ramble, "D-Do you want to go with me? Outside I mean. Would you like to go see the outside with me?" Peter kept spitting out words, but he didn't feel like any less of an idiot.
"Like the courtyard?" (Y/N) seemed unaware of Peter's very obvious distress. Must've been the mask hiding his mortified face.
"N-No! I mean the city!" Peter stood up, "I just noticed you've never spent much time outside the facility, have you?"
"I..." (Y/N) began, his LED flickering yellow for a moment, "I can't, Peter."
"Oh..." Peter felt his heart sink, "Why can't you?"
"Mr. Stark doesn't allow it," (Y/N)'s head hung with quiet disappointment, "It goes against my program. Since I'm the only prototype he has, he wants to make sure I'm safe until his project runs its course."
"I see... I'm sorry I brought it up, (Y/N)." Peter felt sad for (Y/N). It was almost like Mr. Stark had grounded him. (Y/N) quickly shot up from his seat.
"No! Don't be sorry, Peter!" (Y/N) gently grabbed Peter's hand, "If I could go with you, I would. I'm sure I'd enjoy seeing more of New York."
"Well," Peter placed his hand on top of (Y/N)'s, "How 'bout this? Once you're an Avenger and the project is complete, I'll take you on a trip around the city to celebrate!"
(Y/N) didn't get a chance to reply. Their conversation was cut short by the sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor down the hall. It was Rebeka, carrying an assortment of small packages. She made her way into the lobby and straight to the young men.
"Good morning, Peter. I didn't know you were supposed to be in today. Doing some Spider-Man training or suit tests?" Rebeka adjusted her arms to better hold onto the packages.
"No, nothing like that. Just thought I'd stop by to say hi." Peter was a little surprised by Rebeka identifying him so fast - but it made sense, she was programmed to work at the facility. Of course she knows the ins and outs of everyone here.
"Well, it's very nice to see you." Rebeka smiled.
"Whatcha got there?" Peter examined the packages.
"Gregory, the Android in charge of packages, is getting his optical unit calibrated today. So I'm taking care of his route," Rebeka slowly began her departure, "I'm sorry gentlemen, but I'm running a bit behind. I need to bring these to Hangar 08."
"That's alright. Have a good one, Rebeka." Peter gave a playful wave. She returned the gesture and made her way around the corner to Hangar 08. Once she was out of sight, Peter returned his gaze to (Y/N). However, (Y/N) was focused on something else. He walked from Peter over to something cast aside on the ground.
"Wait. What's that?" Peter looked over in (Y/N)'s direction.
"It's a packaged envelope," (Y/N) bent down to examine it, "It's addressed to Dr. Wesley Greggor. There's no return address."
"Dr. Greggor?" Peter walked over, studying the package himself, "I wonder if Rebeka dropped it."
"Should we deliver it to Dr. Greggor for Rebeka?" (Y/N) stood, handing the package to Peter.
"Nah," The lenses of Peter's suit squinted, "He's a jerk I'd rather not deal with today. Especially after what he did to you. Let's just bring it back to Rebeka."
"Sure, Peter," (Y/N) gave a soft smile, "Let's go to Hangar 08."
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PERSONAL ARTWORK INSPIRED BY “PROTOTYPE”
ST400 Artwork 01, ST400 Artwork 02, ST400 Artwork 03, Rebekah Artwork, ST400 Digital Painting, ST400 x Peter Parker,
FANART & COMMISSIONS INSPIRED BY “PROTOTYPE”
ST400 x Peter Parker Commission (erikakkomi), ST400 Animated Portrait Commission (relssah), ST400 Commission (6y9brows),
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