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"Hey Mr Stark," the young brunette turns slowly in a circle, wishing he could admire the beauty the mountains but his young mind could really think of one thing. "What're we doing here ?"

"Recruiting."

Peter gives Tony a quizzical look, but he decided not to question further. He was known for being a bit of a blabber mouth, but he'd met the Tony Stark all but maybe 2 hours ago and was asked to fight alongside him - he wasn't about to mess this up.

So, he just waited. That's what Happy seemed to do as he leaned against the tree.

"Hey Artie, could you come down for a sec ? Wanna ask you something."

"Artie ?" Peter repeated the name to himself softly, making a weird face at Happy.

A couple quiet minutes pass, and Peter was starting to grow bored, until he heard the loud thudding of hooves in the distance, and it wasn't long until a white horse emerged from the trees.

Peter gaped; but not the horse, more so whom it carried.

"Woah..."

The woman was draped in glistening gold and white flowing silk, and her long wavy blonde hair cascaded down her back like calm waves of an ocean. Her head made home to a dainty headpiece, a moon pendant hanging on her forehead. There was beautiful bow that seemed to have sparkled as the the sunlight that found its way throught the trees shown against it, and the fletching of her arrows looked softer than cotton.

Peter quickly realized her was the only way gawking at the woman, and he collected himself to not seem weird.

"Tony," but his mouth opened again at the soothing sound of her voice. "Call me that again and you'll be Aruna's next meal."

Peter's eyes widened, but when the two share a laugh, he sighs in relief. The woman steps down from her horse, her statue surpassing Stark's.

"Good to see you, Artemis."

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I haven't stayed invisible this long for a hefty couple of years, never really using the trick much as I matured into an adult - it was more of thing my brother and I did when we were children.

However, if i was seen now, as I followed closely behind Melina in a dim corridor, I'd surely blow things out of proportion. I was looking to start any commotion, not yet.

Melina stops before a door with a little window, and she gazes in it, a look that could only be... I narrow my gaze at her. Guilt ? When she passes, I move to look through the window. There must've been more than twenty young girls in there, all moving I'm perfect synchronization, doing various combat stances. They were emotionless, cold, but only the eyes of a celestial could tell how absolutely broken they were inside.