stark, peter parker

iii. you really are awful at having a secret identity

dakota, despite not wanting anything to do with superhero business at the moment, knew that it was nearly inevitable that she would. first of all, she did love and respect nick fury, even if she didn't act like it. second of all, it was her job, no matter how often she wished it wasn't.

after steve rogers and james rhodes had, rightfully, stood up to secretary ross in fighting thanos, the sokovian accords were pretty much a thing of the past. now, the superheroes were back to obeying rules only made by fury, and this included kodie. she looked up to the man and trusted his judgment.

however, this? dakota didn't quite know what she was. she had the same superpowers as iron man.. a suit, sarcasm, and a bit of intelligence. but, other than those recycled powers, she wasn't really a superhero. so, why did nick fury want her help with some monster? he must be extremely desperate, she thought.

nick fury was so desperate, in fact, that he kept calling. every time, dakota would roll her eyes, mumbling a few words to j.e.e.p. - just expect every possibility (her ai that she'd resorted to now that f.r.i.d.a.y. was temporarily offline for modifications), and turning her phone off in annoyance. his calls were persistent, and very frustrating.

dakota didn't have anger issues, or so she thought. but she swore that, if her phone rang one more damn time, she'd break it in half with her bare hands. somehow.

the phone screen then lit up, but kodie was surprised to be met with the name of her boyfriend, rather than the "No Caller ID" she'd gotten used to seeing in the past day. she grabbed the phone, answering peter's call and holding the phone to her ear. "hey! how was the first day? italy, right?" she asked with a smile.

"have you.. not looked at the news?" he questioned on the other end of the line, though he could assume the answer from her lack of interrogation on his well-being. 

"no, i've been avoiding fury. what happened? are you okay?" she stood up a bit straighter now, nibbling on her thumb nail as she often did when nervous.

he had been sending her photos all day; various selfies of him in front of some building or other, photos of ned smiling and giving a thumbs up, photos that he deemed "aesthetic" of every single food item he had found, and even portraits of birds (that he captioned with names). he had stopped sending photos halfway through the day, but dakota hadn't thought much of it. she now wondered if he'd been hurt or if something awful had happened.

peter cleared his throat. "well, i'm fine. but there was this water monster.. thing. it destroyed a lot of property, a lot of national monuments. but there was this guy. he had like.. a fishbowl head. and he could fly! he was helping me defeat the guy. do you know who he is?"

the stark girl blinked as she tried to keep up with his rambling. she googled photos of the event that peter was describing, biting her lip as she remembered the very strict 'don't ruin property' laws of the sokovian accords.

"no, pete, i don't recognize him. must be someone new." she told him, taking the phone off of speaker to hold it back to her ear. "i'm glad you're okay though. did you end up bringing your suit then?"

"no, i just put on a masquerade mask."

dakota furrowed a brow, which peter could practically see through the distance. "for the whole 'having a secret identity' thing, you really are awful at having a secret identity." she informed him, shaking her head fondly.

he chuckled on the other end of the line. "oh, i wanted to ask. are you going to be able to make it to paris?" he asked hopefully.

her eyes widened as she realized that she hadn't made a single plan to meet him in the destination. "yeah, yeah i should be. when is that again?"