Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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It had been quite the peculiar night for Isabelle, Peter and Ned. After disappearing and leaving Ned and Isabelle behind to talk some more, Peter had tended to his nightly duties as Spiderman which surprisingly didn't take long at all given it was a Friday night. However, when he returned, Isabelle and Ned were finishing up dinner, exchanging jokes of common interests. Isabelle directed Peter to the kitchen where she had wrapped his food up and placed it in the microwave so it wouldn't get cold.  

"I wasn't sure how long you'd be, but it's all in there and if it's cold then don't hesitate to heat it up." She smiled, offering a smile in return Peter could almost physically see the layers of shyness and nervousness falling off her. Behind all the nerves, he could tell she was a characteristically nice and kind person just based on the gesture that she kept his food aside from getting cold. "Thank you... I - uh... I really appreciate it." He smiled avoiding eye contact, something he always often did to avoid getting flustered. 

She turned and headed toward the couch where Ned sat, the two restarting their conversation on Indiana Jones. Peter no longer hesitated, he didn't mind that his food had gone cold either as he typically had an enormous appetite after fighting crime and was far more concerned about getting the food into him rather than the quality of it. He scoffed it down in no longer than five minutes, shoving in mouthful after mouthful to try and ease his hunger. 

Now the three sat back in their original positions of the couch, splayed out in uncomfortable positions as they joyously read the opening scrawl of Return of the Jedi. The familiar musical score bringing happiness to their ears and a smile on their faces. "Man, I wish I had a lightsaber, those things are awesome," Ned commented, imagining a much easier life with a lightsaber. Both Peter and Isabelle chuckled and agreed that harnessing something of that scientific caliber would be insane. 

Isabelle hummed to herself in amusement, she bet Tony could make one without a hassle given his tech savvy brain. She herself, could barely comprehend science at the best of times, in fact, she was only ever good at chemistry and biology and that was after copious amounts of research she had conducted to figure out how exactly her abilities worked. Her mind trailed off in thought of many different things, however, she focused hard on the television so she could enjoy the rest of the movie. 

By the time the movie had finished Isabelle found it hard to keep her eyes open, but she was more awake than Ned who fell asleep halfway through the movie unintentionally, he couldn't even stay awake for his favourite part of the movie which was set on Endor. Rubbing her eyes, Isabelle yawned and switched the Television off and turned to Peter who slowly met her gaze. "Are you tired?" She questioned, if he nodded his head yes, she wouldn't believe him given that he looked so alert as he so often did. Even more so after the spider bite incident, it was as if he was constantly vigilant. 

He glanced down at his watch, eyeing the time that read '12:46 A.M', he often stayed up later depending on what type of night it was. "Not yet." He admitted but once glancing back up at her he regretted telling the truth seeing Isabelle was struggling to stay awake. She stood up and smile faintly, "well let me get Ned a blanket and I'll take you to the spare room." Disappearing into the darkness of the unlit apartment and emerging with a blanket, she carefully placed it over Ned and even put a pillow underneath his head so his neck wouldn't get sore from the uncomfortably hard arm rest. 

Peter simply watched her movements, a slight smile tugging on his lips due to her kindness. "C'mon... the spare bedrooms are just down here." She ushered him, using her phone as a source of light to navigate through the dark apartment. "Thank you... I appreciate it - we appreciate it... Ned and.. I.." Peter began to ramble, Isabelle laughed and flicked on the light to the bedroom he'll be staying in. It was much bigger than his own, he refused to believe that this apartment was just across from his own and yet it was much bigger. 

"It's my pleasure... thank you for being cool to the new kid... I guess?" She chuckled nervously watching Peter as his eyes scanned the room. He tried to ignore the fact that she practically called him cool and he also knew Ned would lose his shit too once he told Ned what she said. "Oh! uh - well... no worries?" He scratched the back of his head, offering her a nervous lopsided grin. She grinned in return, his smile seemingly contagious. There was a moment of comfortable silence as the two looked at each other from across the bed, only just a moment before Peter broke his gaze becoming aware that his glance lingered far too long. 

She bit down on her lip feeling slightly light headed, but walked over to the bed side table and flicked a switch on perched on the wall. "It takes about five or so minutes for the electric blanket to kick in and if it gets too hot you can dial it down with the remote." Picking up the remote, she tossed it over to him. Catching it, a look of awe spread across his face. Electric Blankets? Oh, how he'd love to have some of those during winter. 

"Jeez - is your dad Tony Stark or something?" he joked, grazing his fingers over the temperature settings on the remote. Isabelle seized up, quickly trying to find the humour in his voice until she realised that Peter was indeed joking. Laughing it off she shook her head, "No, he works for him though." She was rather surprised at how well the lie rolled off her tongue, how easily believable it was. "No way, what does he do?" Peters interest was most definitely peaked upon hearing this information. 

As someone with his type of abilities, he had to look up to someone and that someone was Tony Stark. Sure the other Avengers provided him with ambition, given that they were all the same as he was, an above average person with superhuman abilities, aside from Thor and Vision. But Tony was smart, he worked his way up in the world by not only being rich but for being a brilliantly gifted brainiac. Peter admired that. 

"Oh, just a little bit of everything I guess. That's why he's away now because he's with Tony." She fed the lie more, and the more she said the more even she believed it. Peter's eyes widened, he noticed how casually she addressed Tony. It was almost informal and personal. "Have you -- have you met him before?" He perked up, discarding the remote on the bedside table. She shrugged and nodded, "a few times." 

Unsure how to react, Peter just left his mouth agape, he couldn't believe how relaxed and calm Isabelle was to have met one of the most well known, richest men alive. Not to mention him being Iron Man and all. "Wh-what's he like?" He was lightning fast with the question, not acknowledging the fact he stuttered at all. His mind was too preoccupied to overthink it. She laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear, her brain was in overdrive as she thought of a lie. Isabelle was no liar, she never really liked lying but for the sake of her mission, she needed to do so. 

"Uhh... a bit of a dick... sometimes...but at least he's a funny dick." Isabelle seemed satisfied with that answer because she did base it off her own personal experience with him. Peter was surprised at the answer but also, not at all. He knew Tony Stark was notoriously cocky but that was just who he was, so it wasn't surprising to hear that he could come off as a jerk. She started stepping toward the door, shrugging at him and smiled at him, "sorry if I tainted your image of him... he's a good role model...I guess... to an extent at least - But I'll leave you to some peace and quiet. If you need anything I'm right across from you so don't hesitate to come on in if you need anything." 

Peter nodded, hanging onto every word she said almost. "Good night." Waving, she exited and shut the door behind her before she herself retired for sleep. Peter remained still, a grin ghosted his lips as he repeated her kind words to him. If he was a typical hormonal teenage boy, he most definitely would take up her offer of going into her room if he needed anything. But he wasn't a typical boy - of course, the thought crossed his mind but it only made him blush - he was an exceptionally different teenage boy.

Just like Isabelle was an exceptional teenage girl.