"Hey Peter" Twilight said, walking into the room with a smile only to have it drop off her face when she saw Harry lying face down on the ground, panting in exhaustion.

"Uhhh..." she said, pointing at Harry with her thumb and raising an eyebrow.

"We just got through with watching the first four Rocky movies at Cinema Three and he thinks he's got the eye of the tiger" Peter shrugged "He can't even do twenty-five push-ups"

"How many can you do then Parker?" Harry asked angrily "I bet I can do more than you"

"I'll take that bet" Peter said, getting down on the floor next to Harry and getting in position.

"Alright, I'll count how many you do and then we'll see how many I can do" Harry said "The loser pays up five bucks"

"Fair enough, let's go" Peter said, attempting to do a push-up only to have his arms shake and be unable to lift himself off the floor.

"What's the matter Parker?" Harry asked in a gloated manner "Can't even do one?"

"Nah, it's just that when you've got a cock as large as mine it tends to weigh you down" Peter said before beginning to lift himself up, a look of boredom on his face as the number of push-ups continued to increase.

Harry watched in absolute shock as Peter effortlessly switched between regular push-ups, to one arm and one leg, clapping push-ups, one arm push-ups, Superman push-ups, using one arm to push himself up and switch to the other in mid air and then back to simple push-ups without breaking a sweat.

Harry eventually became bored of watching after ten minutes before simply stuffing a five dollar bill into Peter's hood and standing up again.

"You fucking show-off" Harry growled.

"When did this place even get a gym?" Twilight asked "Actually... did this place always have a gym?"

"Yeah, it was built with one and it's been updated as the years have gone by" Harry said "I think it's a pretty nice place"

"Speaking of nice places, d'you guys wanna go to the Ritz-Carlton to meet a few nice people?" Twilight asked.

"Hang on... is this what's it like to be born into a rich family?" Peter asked, holding up a hand in a questioning manner.

"What d'you mean?" Twilight asked.

"Well, Harry's a billionaire, Twilight has her parents' millions of dollars to inherit when she gets older... do you just do nothing but go and meet other rich and famous people every day?" Peter asked "Because I swear to God, I've met more people in the past two months I've known Twilight than I have in my entire life"

"Well... yeah, actually" Harry nodded "Most of our time, for me at least, is spent going with my Mom and Dad to parties and boardroom meetings where we meet investors, board members and foreign billionaires from places like Saudi Arabia who're looking for a slice of Oscorp's technology"

"Right... so it's kind of normal for rich people to do this?" Peter asked.

"Yes" they both stated.

"Right then, now that we've got that plot element out of the way, let's get going" Peter said, standing up and taking the bill out of his hood and stuffing it into his jacket pocket "Allons-y!"

The hotel lobby they walked into was definitely an extravagant one, with high ceilings and bright red walls adorned with pictures in expensive gold frames, hanging chandeliers and the general hubbub of rich people places.

Peter began to itch suddenly, feeling extremely out of place in his ratty outfit, beginning to attract the looks of several older women wearing expensive gown, dresses and outfits and their eyes were full of distaste.

"You alright there Peter?" Harry asked, patting his friend on the city.

"Yeah... I just don't feel comfortable here, these types of guys can sniff out a bum from a mile away" Peter said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

"Don't worry, just think about something they don't have that you do" Harry said "It'll make you feel better"

"Right" Peter nodded, closing his eyes and beginning to think "Eight-and-a-half inches, eight-and-a-half inches, eight-and-a-half inches"

"So, who are we planning to run into here?" Harry asked, ducking out of the way of people as they walked deeper into the hotel.

"Hang on a second" Twilight said, going up to the counter and smiling sweetly at the lady working there "Hi, my name's Twilight Sparkle, I'm here for the Metahuman Rights discussion, Princess Celestia informed me that there'd be two extra passes to allow my friends waiting behind the counter?"

"Oh, you won't mind if I ask you for I.D would you?" the woman asked in a friendly tone "It's just for security purposes"

"Of course not" Twilight nodded, taking her library card out of her purse and showing it to the woman.

"Okay, thank you Ms Sparkle" she said, handing the three of them passes attached to straps they could hang around their necks.

Twilight handed them to the boys before hanging hers around her neck and smiling happily.

"Alright then guys, let's get going" Twilight said, clicking her heels together before heading down the corridor to their right.

"Metahumans?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow "That's the P.C way to refer to mutants, cross-species and superheroes right?"

"Yeah, you're not against those kind of people are you Peter?" Harry asked.

"Don't really think I'm in the position to be" Peter said honestly.

"How come?" Harry asked in an intrigued manner.

"I'm a cross species myself" Peter shrugged, Twilight's eyes widening in fear as she heard the conversation behind her, wondering what Peter was doing.

"Really, what are you crossed with?"

"I can't remember the scientific name for it but my DNA's mixed with a creature called an 'Amazingus At Sexicus'" Peter said, holding his hand out with his fingers splayed in a strange manner "Ask your mom, she'll tell you"

"...Fuck you" Harry growled, getting a laugh from Peter and Twilight breathing a sigh of relief that Peter had decided not to reveal his secret identity.

"And do you know who're gonna be here to give the presentation?" Twilight asked, turning around with an excited expression.

"Johnny Branson and the Nigletts?" Peter asked.

"The fuck's a niglett?" Harry asked with a bewildered expression.

"It's a racial slur for black children" Peter said "I shouldn't use it but I can't hear the word without thinking of that band name, with three little kids coming out in slim fit suits that perform exclusively covers of Aretha Franklin songs"

"That's... shit, that fits really well actually" Harry said "What's your favourite Aretha Franklin song?"

"Gotta be 'Say a Little Prayer', that was her best one" Peter answered.

"D'you know I thought her name was actually Urethra Franklin until I was, like, thirteen years old?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I think we both did" Peter nodded.

"Guys!" Twilght snapped angrily "Can we get back on topic?"

"Right, so it's not Johnny Brasnon and the Nigletts?" Peter asked.

"Wait... wasn't the name Johnny Branson?" Harry asked "Why did you change it to Brasnon just then?"

"Backspace key's broken" Peter shurgged god fucking dammit.

"Fair enough" Harry agreed.

"Oh for-" Twilight snarled "It's the fucking X-Men alright? Jesus you guys are fucking impossible sometimes you know that?!"

"I am aware" Peter nodded "Can we go see Johnny Branson and the Nigletts instead?"

"Fuck everything you stand for Parker" Twilight growled, jabbing a finger into his chest.

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