Prophet || Peter Parker x Reader

16 || Takin' Care Of Business

Taking care of business

Taking care of business

And working overtime

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"Ms. L/N." I try not to stare as Tony Stark shakes my hand. "Can I call you Y/N? I'm gonna call you Y/N."

"Um... hi." I say cautiously. Stark gestures for me to sit down and I do so quickly. I look around the room, which is white with glass walls with a long table in the middle.

Stark sits, too, but Natasha, who is facing one of the windows, chooses to stand. She turns around once we're both seated and gives me a small smile.

"So... you're Prophet." Stark says, and I nod. "You've done a pretty good job so far, I'm a big fan of your work." I raise an eyebrow at his tone.

"Y/N, the reason we've brought you here is because of what happened last week." Natasha says, cutting right to the chase. Obviously, her and Stark's methods to talking to me are a little different.

"With the guy? And the weapon?" I ask, and Stark nods.

"I'm just gonna guess Natasha told you what we think we're dealing with."

"Yeah." I say, and Tony suddenly stands up. He comes around to my side of the table and stops right in front of me.

"That's a nasty cut." He says, looking over my face.

"Uh, yeah," I say, feeling my face get hot. "It was from the weapon."

"Do you want to tell me a little more about that?" He asks, and I gulp. Despite the fact that I'm supposed to be helping the Avengers, something about the whole exchange makes me feel like I'm in trouble.

"Spiderman and I were training together - we spar together sometimes - and we heard this loud noise, so we went to go find out what it was. There was this guy holding a gun and he seemed like a normal bad guy and his gun seemed normal, too, but it was bigger than one I'd ever seen.

"There were some citizens with him, so Spiderman and I knew that was our biggest concern, so we made a plan where he would distract then guy until I could get the citizens away from him and then we would try to take his gun. It wasn't the most foolproof plan, but we didn't have a lot of time.

"Anyways, Spiderman distracted him until I could get the people to safety and then I ran back around to his side. Spiderman shot a web at the guy to get the weapon but before the web could reach the gun, the guy shot the weapon. It... dissolved the web and shot Spiderman backwards.

"So I tried to do something, but he shot the weapon at me, and there was shrapnel in it or something, and it sent be backwards way harder than I thought it could. A piece of the shrapnel cut my face and that's it. The guy got away." I finish, my eyes darting between Stark and Natasha's expressions.

"Why do you keep calling him Spiderman?" Stark asks after a moment of silence. I blink.

"What?"

"Why do you keep calling him Spiderman?" He repeats.

"I just told you about a bad guy and your question is... why I call Spiderman Spiderman?" I ask, and he nods. "Okay... I call him Spiderman because that's his name."

"Wait... you don't know who he is?" Natasha asks, and I nod.

"Am I supposed to? He doesn't know who I am either." I say, and turn to Stark, who is making a face.

"Well..."

"You told him?" I exclaim.

"No! No, I didn't. I almost did, but he had to get off the phone."

"Listen, Stark, I know that you were all 'hey, I'm Iron Man' but that's not what it's like for me. I'm a high school student. I have a life, and I don't really want people to know that I'm Prophet. Besides, my mom would freak." I blush, embarrassed that I just kind of yelled at Tony Stark, but he smiles.

"Oh, I like you. We're gonna be good friends by the end of this." He says, clasping my shoulder as he walks around to the other side of the table. "I think we're all done here, but why doesn't Nat give you a tour?" He says, and Natasha gives a small smile.

"Wait, so what does this mean?"

"It means I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow to... meet some people." He says, and starts to leave the room. "Oh, kid? Tell your mom it's an internship, okay?" I nod, and he leaves.

"He likes you," Natasha says once he leaves.

"He's... interesting." I decide as we start to leave ourselves.

"He's a good guy. I've known Tony for a while now, and he can get a little... misguided but he's a good person." Natasha says, leading me down a hallway. "Why did you decide to be Prophet?"

"Why did you decide to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent? And a member of the Avengers?" I ask. She looks down at the ground, giving me a small smile.

"I had red in my ledger," She says. "I wanted - I needed - to be better. And The Avengers and S.H.E.I.L.D. gave me a chance to do that. Now answer my question."

"I've always had these powers. For as long as I can remember. Sure, they were never like this, but they were there. And not everyone can do what I do. Why shouldn't I help people when they don't have the gifts that I do?" Natasha nods, and I can tell she understands what I'm talking about.

"You're a good kid, Y/N." She smiles at me.

"Thank you, Ms. Romanoff." I respond, smiling myself.

She laughs. "Please don't call me that, it makes me feel one hundred," She says. "Just call me Natasha."

"Okay." I say, smiling.

"You really don't know who Spiderman is?" She asks after the laughter clears.

"No... why?"

"I just thought..." She trails off, still smiling.

"You know, it's not my secret. I'll just let him tell you when he's ready, and you can tell him when you're ready." I nod.

"Now, are you ready for the tour?" She asks, and I grin, nodding.