Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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Isabelle was an incredibly hard working, determined young girl. She had proven herself over the last few months in front of Tony by incredible resilience and intelligence, needless to say, he had successfully broken the young girl out of her shell. She was definitely well and truly on her way to becoming an Avenger, and a powerful one at that. 

Despite the idea of becoming a 'defender of the earth' in the possible near distant future, she had actually never met any other members of the team. Only Tony. Not that she particularly minded, they had formed a particular bond, he felt he was responsible for her safety and he most certainly was. Just a few weeks ago she complained of an eye strain and blurry vision, so of course being slightly concerned but refused to show it he got the second best optometrist in the tri-state area to check on her eye-sight.

Glasses suited her more, made her fit right in Tony's little world. 

Currently, she propped herself on the coffee table with a book shoved in her face. Her dark hair dangled off the side of the table ever so slightly swaying in the breeze provided by the opened window. "Good to see you're putting your free time to use by dirtying my coffee table. You do know there's a perfectly comfortable couch right next to you?" She shrugged and sat up, closing the book up and discarding it off to the side. 

"I'll fall asleep if I lay on the couch." She stood up and walked over to Tony, he could tell she was bored. In fact, most days when she wasn't training she was bored. He grinned at her and tapped on his hand-held proto-type holo-pad, expanding the contents he was looking at outwards so she could see. "But you'll sleep anywhere Issie, your argument is invalid."

She rolled her eyes but knew he had a point. He gestured to the video he had playing on the holo-pad, she watched it loop, it was the strange new 'hero' spotted in Queens. News had spread considerably over the last two months of this hero and of course, it hadn't gone unnoticed by Tony. Intrigued by the way the hero swung from building to building with some form of webbing, he had taken to calling the nameless and faceless hero 'spider-guy' in conversations with Isabelle. 

"You're still hellbent on figuring out who this guy is?" Isabelle raised an eyebrow at him, she never doubted that Tony was capable of finding out the identity of this hero of Queens, it just seemed to be taking longer than usual for him to extract that kind of information. "Right you are, Issie. See there's a reason I kept you around-."

"You kept me around because I'm right?" A smile formed on her lips making Tony look at her pointedly, "well I certainly didn't keep you around because of your attitude." She sighed and gestured for him to go on with what he was saying, he continued eagerly, "I've pinpointed an epicentre of interest. Midtown School of Science and Technology." He brought up an image of the school so Isabelle could have a look. "Epicentre of Interest? So What? You think our guy in a onesie works here?" 

"I think so, I've had information detailing his travel log and almost always he emerges from this school." Isabelle looked at him in thought and folded her arms, "so he's a teacher by day and crime fighting - onesie wearing hero by night?" Tony nodded, packing away the holo-pad and pocketing it. "And you are going to go find out who he is." 

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, her stature changing immediately upon hearing this. But being the dramatic man he is, Tony had already turned his back to leave her with those final words, "Wait what do you mean, me?" She chased after him, demanding some sort of answer and one that wasn't vague either. He chuckled and kept walking straight, "Congratulations Isabelle you've been accepted into Midtown School of Science and Technology." 

She groaned, "I hate it when he does that," a grumble escaped her lips as she chased after him. "Well, what are you waiting for, Kid? Go and pack your things, classes start tomorrow." He clapped his hands together with a shit eating grin plastered on his face making Isabelle slightly irritated. "Tomorrow? What about training?" The thought of having to go back to high school was daunting, she had learnt far more in her short few months with Tony than any high school teacher taught her. 

"This is your first mission, your first step into becoming an Avenger. You're drafted." Her eyes widened at his words. "How is that even possible I haven't even met anyone else, do they even know who I am?" The question was one that Tony tried his hardest not to answer truthfully because no, she was his little 'secret' and he wanted to keep it that way because if he presented a young girl to the others they wouldn't even consider her. No matter how powerful she was. 

"The point is, Isabelle. You are this close-," he gestured with his forefinger and thumb, "-to becoming an Avenger. And it all starts with finding who that guy is in Queens. I believe in you, you haven't let me down yet and you won't let anyone else down." Tony Assured her, which worked and had diverted her away from the other Avengers. She bit down on her lip and pushed her glasses up, huffing out a sigh and shrugging, "I guess I'm going to High School." 

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The screaming bell that signified the start of class harshly rang in Isabelle's ears, oh how she didn't miss walking down the hallways filled with chattering students, at least this school was more upper class than the previous one she went to. There was something incredibly daunting about going to a 'smart' school though, she feared that she wouldn't appear smart enough despite her extensive knowledge in biology and chemistry. 

Tony made a fuss about her style, it wasn't 'nerdy' enough according to him. But she simply shrugged him off and told him that in a school full of 'nerds' they wouldn't care. Opting for her default, that being a black skirt, black boots, black stockings and a black shirt. Black everything. Basically. No one spared her a glance, which was relieving until she made it into the class room, seating herself in the middle someplace. She often found it hard to concentrate if she sat at the back.  

The bell screeched horrendously once more as students filled up the classroom, now they had noticed Isabelle. She wasn't familiar at all and it was halfway through the school year, so it was odd to see a new face. Pushing her glasses up subconsciously and keeping her head down. "Okay everyone, before we start I'm sure you've noticed the new face in the room, her name is Isabelle so please make her feel welcome." The teacher kindly gestured to her, the attention of the class was now on her. 

It was a strange feeling, having so many eyes on her but she managed. Tony had taught her a lot and she'd have to use more than she thought just to get through high school. She hoped it wouldn't be all that long, in fact, she was hoping that it was only for today and she could scope out who the masked hero was just by sitting in class. Not everything is that easy now, is it? 

She sat in that class, taking down notes as if she was really going to sit down and actually put an effort in her work. The next class was similar to the last, however, she had definitely caught the eye of two students. Peter Parker and Ned Leeds sat diagonally across from her in chemistry and noticed her new face immediately. As the teacher began to write notes on the board Ned nudged Peter's side, grabbing his friends attention. 

"Dude, did you check out the new girl?" Ned glanced over at Isabelle, she appeared to be doodling in her book, not paying too much attention to the teacher and certainly not the two boys 'inconspicuously' talking about her. Peter followed his gaze, there was no denying she was pretty but she was no Liz Allan. However, Isabelle had a charm about her, a charm she developed from so much time spent with Tony Stark. 

Or given that Peter himself was indeed the man behind the mask, it was his spider senses that were able to sense that she was a lot different than the everyone else. "She's pretty, right?" Ned egged his friend, for months now he had seen his friend Peter drool over Liz Allan and say nothing but awkward stammers and strange noises. But he could see too, that Isabelle was different.  

Peter looked to Ned, his eyebrows furrowing and he looked at her again, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose only for her to push them up occasionally. He returned his attention back to Ned, slightly flustered and cleared his throat, "yeah I guess she is." He mumbled, writing down his notes. She was definitely intriguing to him, he wanted to know what it was about her that made her stand out.