Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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"So? Have you asked her yet?" Ned bounced on the balls of his feet, his question almost getting lost in the chatter of other students in the hallway. Peter inhales deeply and closes his locker shut, turning on his heels to meet his friend's eyes, "no... I haven't..." his voice was low as if afraid someone would overhear him. Not that anyone knew that Peter Parker and Isabelle 'Stark' were almost a thing, aside from Ned and Michelle. "Dude C'mon - you guys have been dancing around it for weeks... she's starting to get attention from Flash, Seymour O'Reilly, Jason Ionello... all those guys - stop being chicken shit and ask her Peter, or it'll be too late." Ned gritted at his friend.

Ned rarely cussed, but when he did, Peter knew that it was serious then, knowing his friend would never loosely use the awful sounding words. "You don't think I see that, Ned? I don't want to rush in with her - she lives with the freakin Avengers! Do you have any idea what they'd do to me if I made her uncomfortable or hurt her?" Ned stared at Peter dumbfounded, "Issie lives with the Avengers? Man, that is so cool! Do you think her and Black widow hang out - oh, dude this is the best day of my life - do you think she'll introduce us-." He began to blubber.

"Ned!" Peter cut off Ned with a harsh whisper, trying to get him to lower his voice. Ned calmed down slightly but still couldn't contain his giddiness. "Sorry... this is just so cool - I mean, she literally knows the Avengers - personally as well... what do you think they're like?" Peter sighed and kicked off his feet, heading down toward his first class of the day, pushing past people as Ned kept up beside him. "I don't know - probably just as scary out of costume? Ned - just keep quiet about it, she already gets mobbed by being Tony Starks daughter - she doesn't need any more trouble."

Looking ahead, Peter stops in motion completely as his gaze is caught by something... or well, Someone... "No Way..." Ned follows his gaze, the words coming out of his mouth like a gasp as they watch Isabelle walk down the hall. It was almost like a cliche movie moment, everyone stopped and stared at her as she walked in seemingly slow motion toward Peter and Ned. Peter's breath hitched in his throat as he eyed the girl, he had never seen Isabelle look so... hot... not that she wasn't gorgeous to him before hand, but this 'new' look really emphasized her physical features.

The skirt she wore bounced around her thighs with every step she took, and the shirt she wore wasn't too tight but definitely tight enough to showcase her chest and keep the energy core well hidden. Her legs - god, her legs - were long and bronzed just enough so that her pale skin didn't reflect the sun at all. Peter gulped as she walked closer, he noticed the way her hair bounced and the length of her eyelashes and the lack of eyewear propped on her face.

Unintentionally, all of Peter's books slipped from his grip and hit the floor with a thud, papers fly out all over the hall way and some people snicker. It wasn't until she was at least five feet away did Ned find his voice, "Hey! Issie!" He waved over enthusiastically, she grinned, like she normally would only her smile seemed to stick out more because of the gloss she wore on her lips. "Pete, Ned..." Her smile disappeared as she leaned in closer, "please stop staring, I know I look like a Barbie doll... just smile and laugh." she gritted and stepped away, faking a laugh.

Both boys hesitantly joined in, Peter couldn't seem to find a coherent sentence to blurt out to her, instead, dropping down to pick up his scattered things. Isabelle bent down to help, only as she did, one of the boy's wolf whistled making her spin and look over, glaring at the two boys passing her and winking at her. Peter gathered the rest of his things and hastily tucked them under his arms again standing upright and looking at Isabelle, still unable to speak as she stood in front of them.

She shot the two of them an apologetic look, "Tony wants me to start 'acting like a Stark', meaning if I don't look like I've come out of a tanning booth for six hours then I'm not trying hard enough..." she grumbled, given that she had gotten up early with Nat to be poked and prodded at, her mood wasn't particularly fine. "Nice! You uh - y-you look...ahem... nice." Peter blurted, trying his hardest to break free from the trance he was in.