Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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Tony leant up against the table in admiration, his eyes glued on Isabelle who weaved in and out of attacks in the training room they occupied for the third hour today. Training started later in the afternoon than usual but it hadn't disheartened Isabelle in the slightest. Another week had passed, training for her had gotten harsher and harder, but improvements in her technique had excelled. 

Natasha and Steve tried their best to outmatch the young teen, circling her, throwing their best and hardest attacks only for her to have put up an incredible defence. The cuffs on her wrists proved a powerful asset to her combat. 

Steve managed to grab a hold of Isabelle, looping his arms up underneath her armpits and hauling her off the floor. Natasha had moved to strike the vulnerable teenage girl, however, Isabelle was quick, kicking her feet up and getting a solid hit to the red-haired assassin's face whilst simultaneously slamming the back of her head into Steve's head, making him loosen his grip on her. 

Once free and in the middle of the two, she switched her dial to 'vision' and immediately predicting the two's next movements she had lowered her density. Her figure appeared slightly transparent as Steve and Nat both brought their fists back and went to punch her, only their fists went straight through her body with ease, their knuckles hitting each other in the centre of her body. 

Grunts of pain emitted from both the super soldier and assassin as they retracted their hands as quickly as they had thrown them out. Isabelle once again changed her dial once more, to 'witch' the silky like orange energy danced around her fingers as she curled them, lifting both her hands up in a slow motion as the same orange energy whirled around Steve and Natasha's neck, lifting both of them up off the mats far enough before dropping them, not wanting to cause too much discomfort for them. 

Tony practically lept off of the table he leant up against, giddy and child like as he had to process what he just witnessed, "that -- is your ticket to the big league... Right there... I still question your decisions but my god, what a show." He clapped his hand on her upper back before wrapping a supportive hand around her shoulder and brought her close to him. Natasha and Steve helped each other up off the floor, the super soldier panting and covered in sweat - looking to Tony with a slight smile, "I'm starting to think you only come here to watch our asses get beat." 

"Partly the reason -- actually mainly the reason, but I am her mentor... and guardian... Tell me, how does it feel getting your ass beat again by the same girl a week later despite with the help of our very own Black Widow?" Tony simply couldn't hide how proud he was with her incredible improvement of recovery and training. "You really think it's a good idea to piss them off?" Isabelle winced slightly upon seeing their annoyed expressions and looked up at Tony. 

Natasha and Steve both looked at her with approving looks, "I think it would be wise to listen to your daughter Tony." Natasha bit back. So often Tony would hear the word like daughter or kid in relation to Isabelle, he no longer sub-consciously detested the idea that she was in fact... his kid... "But is it really in my nature to listen to anyone?" Tony eyed the two across from him. 

"He's got a point." Steve pointed out making Natasha grimace, for so long she had put up with Tony and his witty quips she wasn't sure whether to commend the man for being such a consistent asshole or to detest him for being such a consistent asshole. Tony looked back down at Isabelle, whose face had begun to heal up well, the bruise on her eye no longer seemed so prominent and the cuts on her face were barely visible anymore. "Get yourself cleaned up, Is... you did great today." 

Isabelle smiled coyly, blushing lightly to add to her already pink cheeks, "thanks.." She murmured and headed toward the door, picking up her drink bottle and glasses on the way. As soon as she was gone, Tony turned to the two with a questioning look. "So - what do you think? Avenger material?" He asked confidently, he needn't do so as technically if he wanted her to be in the Avengers all he needed to do was say the words. Natasha looked up at Steve before drawing out a long breath, "It wouldn't hurt to have another female on the team."