Illegitimate Prodigy

The hunt begins.

The days proceeding the funeral seemed to go by fast. Tony had asked Annabelle to pack her things, and be prepared to move in a matter of days. It appeared he wanted the movers to move out the boxes of personal items and furniture, before Happy took over to move out the suits, and anything pertaining to Iron Man in the shop out. As far as Annabelle's grandfather's home was concerned, othe Tony hired another moving company to bring his personal belongings to the new headquarters where Belle could go through everything. She felt as if he wanted her to avoid packing her grandfather's things because of the emotional torment that came with it.

Annabelle sat on the end corner of her bed, her fingertips flipping through her memory box that held pictures, corny first place ribbons, movie tickets and many other random memories she chose to keep. A small smile pulled at her features every time she flipped past a photograph of her grandfather. Most photos of her grandfather she kept were his very old military pictures. He was so youthful, and many of the pictures he actually smiled. Robert Carter was remembered for how stern he was--for his unconditional love for his family.

"Annabelle, are the boxes by the elevator ready to go?" Brown eyes lifted from the photos, her hand grabbing the fringed lid that was basically falling apart and placed it back onto it's matching box. Flipping her freshly washed brunette hair over her shoulder, her neck craned slightly to see Pepper standing in her doorway. Instead of wearing the grey or black pencil skirt she often wore, she was wearing shorts and one of her father's AC/DC t-shirts that she saw him wear a few times. She carried a box with one arm and let the corner rest on her hip. She still wasn't use to them dating-- but Belle wasn't around for the first go around.

"Yes, those boxes should be ready."

"Okay, well Happy is going to have the moving men come up and start moving things out."  The ginger-blonde left the young Stark's doorway, which made Annabelle's next move much easier than trying to be discrete. Jumping up off the bed, her bare feet met the dark wood floor, and she swiftly made her way out the bedroom door. Happy's voice could be heard down the hallway, while Pepper walked the opposite direction. Making her way down toward the elevator, her crimson sweatshirt swayed at her hips, and she pushed the cuffs of her sleeves up her arm so they met her elbows. Turning a corner, she was met with Happy talking to the leader of the moving company. Hogan always attempted to look intimidating because he was Tony Stark's right hand man. "Hey, Happy. Could I borrow your Starkphone for a second? Mine isn't working and I can't get ahold of Dad."

His father's assistant didn't even give the question a second thought, before turning his hand outward and handing Annabelle his phone. Running off like a child with a piece of candy, she let her thumb rest on the screen for a second before the phone unlocked. All of the Starkphones were able to unlock with particular fingerprints, hers being one of them. "Peter Parker...Peter Parker..," she whispered, her thumb flipping through each screen. First texts, then contacts, and then recent calls. When she reached recent calls, she noticed a number that just said 'the kid', listed in Queens. It had called 8 or 9 times in the last three days. All other calls were from her father, Pepper or the Starktower's front desk. Copying in the number, she went to the text screen, sending it to herself, and immediately deleting it. Practically skipping back down the hallway to Happy, she handed the device back to him.

"Did you get ahold of him?" Happy asked, his eyes now focused in on a Starkpad in his hands, his index finger swiping upward on the screen, occasionally tapping at something like a woodpecker on a tree.

"He didn't answer, shockingly," Annabelle rolled her eyes, mostly to play it off like she actually had called him. If Tony was there he would know the second she was lying, but Happy didn't pay attention enough to know Belle's lying tone of voice or the contortion of her face.

After researching the Vulture's break ins, there still wasn't any evidence pointing at the man behind the mask. He stole mostly weapons or parts and pieces that came from the attack on New York years prior. Most of New York's population wouldn't even be aware of the weapons the extraterrestrial used, nor the equipment that came off the ships themselves. The only individuals that would have any knowledge of the situation are people that were hired to pick up the aftermath of the attack. That was until Stark Industries (as well as SHIELD.) moved in putting all the workers out of jobs.

Back in her room the Stark grabbed her phone, copying the number from the text message. Contacting Peter would be tricky, considering her father probably has been monitoring all her calls and texts messages. She'd be lucky if she didn't get herself caught just by sending herself his phone number.

Of course, finding people with the technology that was around, ESPECIALLY her father's tech made it easier and easier to track people down. "I could find his high school... but that would require knowing which one in Queens..." She whispered to herself, connecting all the dots. "What does dad not track..?" Her index finger met her chin, and then her bottom lip. Her Starkpad, her Starkphone...even her laptop with the wifi connection alone was sketchy. Feet carrying her over to her night stand, she pulled open the top drawer, and her eyes widened when she saw her grandfather's old iPhone. He hated the thing when he had it, but Annabelle never deactivated his account when he was in the hospital--or even after his death.

Her hand shot out at the phone, snatching it up. Even after months of sitting untouched it still had a charge. Turning on a heel, she retreated back to her Starkphone, plopping herself back onto her bed. Her right thumb quickly typed in Peter's name and phone number into google. With the phone number, the address for a May Parker appeared on the screen. An obvious relation to Peter, but knocking on the door of his home was what she was trying to avoid. Swiping further down the search results she then found a school website.

When tapping the link it brought her to a Academic Decathlon page, and Peter's face was amongst the students that were on the page. An evil grin crept across her features.

"See you soon, Mr.Parker."