Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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Isabelle tried her best to be quiet, but unfortunately, in a place that echoed the slightest of sounds, it became difficult when she had tried to do the simplest task of making toast and tea for breakfast. The kettle screamed enough to make her cringe as she tried her best to silence it, however, it had been too late and walking down the hall particularly annoyed was Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff and James Rhodes. 

In a particularly Rebellious mood this fine morning, Isabelle had woken early and prepped herself for the day. The day before she had decided that she would return to Midtown High School on her own accord and simply tell Tony she was returning, not ask him if she could. "Funny thing about living in such a big place - there's other people here too you know." Tony eyed Isabelle with a pointed look, one of particular annoyance. Wanda and Rhodey appeared to have muttered in agreeance, cursing their light sleepiness. 

The toaster popped and Isabelle began to pile on toppings onto her toast, lathering on peanut butter on one piece and the other piece with Nutella. "Not my fault the kettle is the loudest thing in the world -- you're Tony Stark for crying out loud, I'm sure you can build a quieter, self-aware kettle or somethin'...." She took a bite out of her toast and sipped at her tea, her comment made both Wanda and Rhodey chuckle seeing as it was true. 

Tony eyed her, noticing she was neatly presented and a back pack slung over her shoulder. Coming down the hall was now Sam, Steve and Natasha, greeting the others and seating themselves at the kitchen counter on the stools. "Where are you off to this early, Iz?" Steve questioned a yawn followed, he noticed her attire as well and knew well enough that the teenage girl tended to wear sweatpants or leggings around in opposed to jeans. 

"School." She answered, scoffing down the rest of her toast and skulling the rest of her drink. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the girl who was now putting her dishes in the sink. Their eyes seemed to move from Isabelle's figure to Tony's face, awaiting his reaction. He eyed her in momentary shock, this was news for him as much as it was news to everyone else. She rubbed her hands together to rid them of the bread crumbs and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth to do the same thing.

Turning on her feet she eyed the group of vast individuals who were looking at her, spectating the impending argument between herself and Tony. "What? It's been two weeks too long since I've been -- I have things to catch up on. Bye, I'll be back before dinner." Isabelle waved at everyone who slowly waved back in confusion, watching her turn away and head toward the elevator. "Wait-wait-wait, at what point was I supposed to be informed?" Tony was quick to intervene her clear path.

She looked up in thought, despite the fact, her answer required no thought whatsoever, "Oh, you weren't." Grinning and patting him on the shoulder, she side stepped and continued toward the Elevator. The not-so-silent giggles and chuckles from behind Tony had annoyed the man even more than he had previously been, "Issie -- Isabelle, now is really not the time to start acting rebellious... In case you've forgotten, you still haven't told me who our old pal bug-boy is. I told you I'd think about keeping you there -." 

"Now is really not the time to start acting like a dad, I'm going to be late for my first day, see you later - I'll be home for dinner." She sternly replied, the elevator dinging as she stopped short of the doors. "I'm not an idiot either, I can train and go to school -- multitasking isn't hard." She added before stepping into the elevator and smiling at Tony as the doors closed. He tapped his foot manically on the floor as the group behind him erupted into snickers. 

"You just got told... By a fifteen-year-old...The great Tony Stark - billionaire, entrepreneur and Iron Man just got put into his place by a little girl. What a day this is turning out to be." Sam clapped his hands together and laughed. Tony simply pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly, "why do I even try sometimes...ugh... teenagers."