Bad Liar - Peter Parker x OC

-8.5-

"Woah." Was the only word that had left Jocelyn lips in the past half hour.

Since Fury's surprise visit, Jocelyn had changed into her suit and met Fury outside in a gondola. He was eager to get moving which remained a mystery to Jocelyn but he didn't explain why. After a short gondola ride later, they arrived at the underground tunnel where Jocelyn was frozen in the doorway at the sight before her. The damp and moldy underground tunnel was filled with computers and technology that modernized and lit up the small room. It was filled with high-tech equipment that amazed Jocelyn of the set up they had. Tables and computers scattered the small opening with people busy working away. Fury walked ahead of her, straight to Agent Maria Hill who was busy searching through some computers to recognize his presence.

Jocelyn's eyes scanned the room, counting five individuals other than Fury around her. Three were clearly S.H.I.E.L.D. agents but Jocelyn never met them before. One was Maria Hill which Jocelyn has seen from afar before. And the last was-

"Mysterio." Jocelyn muttered under her mask.

The man wearing a red cape and metal suit looked up from the table he was standing in front of to see the teenage girl across the table. He wasn't wearing a mask like last time Jocelyn saw him, revealing his copper brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and weak smile clearly unsure who she was. 

"Evans-!" Fury's voice boomed through the small tunnel, making Jocelyn jump from being startled and her head darted in his direction. He was now walking towards her with Maria Hill close behind him, eyeing the teenager skeptically as she approached. "I want you to meet Quinton Beck." He stated stepping next to the table and between the two. Maria Hill stepped to his side with her gaze still on Jocelyn who hadn't moved since she arrived.

Jocelyn gulped under her mask when all three adults were all staring at her, awaiting for her to say something. Sounds like we're not using our made up names, Jocelyn thought. With a small tug of her mask, it slid off of her face to reveal her identity deciding it was no use on keeping it hidden. Surely if Fury trusted this guy, so should she. Especially since Mr. Stark always spoke so highly about Fury, other than a few odd times. But if Tony Stark trusted Fury, then so did Jocelyn. Clutching the mask in her hands, she gave a faint smile and blew away the few strands of hair that fell in front of her face.

Maria's eyes widened at the sight of how young Jocelyn was and Quinton's smile dropped in shock. Jocelyn gained enough confidence to step up to the table and gave a faint smile to the man across from her. Reaching her hand over the table, she politely introduced herself. "I'm Jocelyn, Jocelyn Evans." She smiled.

Quinton's smile suddenly reappeared in a soft grin and reached over the table, shaking her hand. "Pleasure to meet you, kid." He nodded to her. Jocelyn's smile widened, seeing how much his smile was a combination between her dad's and Mr. Stark's. He smiled with such kindness and warmth, giving her a slight sense of homesickness.

Fury glanced down at the two clasped hands over the table. "I will be back." He informed as the two heroes retracted their hands. "Agent Hill will inform you of everything you need to know." Fury told Jocelyn bluntly before walking out of the room without another word. Jocelyn's eyes widened on how quickly he left, watching his black cape fly behind him as he exited through the tunnel behind her.

Quinton's smile softened watching the girl's eyes follow Fury out of the room, thinking the same thing she was. "He always seems to be in a rush." He muttered across the table that gained her attention.

Jocelyn looked back at him and gave him a small smile. "Maybe there's a sale at Forever 21 we didn't know about." Jocelyn whispered back with a small amused smile.

Quinton had a flash of amusement etch across his face, his face remaining expressionless but Jocelyn saw his lips raise into a small smile. But, Maria Hill was not as amused. She cleared her throat shooting Jocelyn a warning glare. "If you two are done gossiping," She glanced at Quinton Beck who diverted eye contact by staring at the table with information scattered across it. "There is a lot to be done and not a lot of time." She bluntly explained.