The sounds of chattering peers brought a sense of comfort to Isabelle, being back in the hallways of Midtown and feeling a lot more relaxed given that the hype of being Tony Starks daughter had died down immensely after her outburst toward the male student body. Isabelle rearranged her locker to fill in time while she waited for Peter or Ned, flipping her Calculus textbook about fifteen times in the last minute so it looked like she was doing something productive.
Arms snaked around her waist and she was greeted by the familiar scent of Peter's cologne. The boy was rather happy to see her around school given her week off as per Tony's request, he nuzzled his head into her neck and placed a chaste kiss on her skin, "Hey." his voice was muffled from his lips being pressed up against her neck, she smiled and turned her head slightly, only getting a glimpse at his usually slicked back mop of hair.
"Hey - you don't sound too happy..." She pointed out, placing her physics text book next to the Calculus text book and shutting her locker. The abrupt slam of her locker made Peter stand upright and remove his hands from her, "Actually I just-" he barely took a step back when Flash - who happened to be walking by noticed how handsy he had been with Isabelle and shoved him - Peter spun on his heel catching the smirk on the boys face, "Careful Penis Parker - get too handsy and she'll punch you in the face."
Isabelle rolled her eyes and scoffed, turning her attention back to Peter, "you were saying?" Her sweet voice snapped him back to reality, turning his head toward her and readjusting his back pack strap that had slipped off his shoulder. "I was about to say I was fine - but yknow -." Isabelle cut him off, putting her hand in his and offering a reassuring smile, "- He's an ass, I know. Just ignore him."
"God, I missed you... here, I mean... at - at school..." Peter looked down and bit his lip as the heat on his cheeks rose slightly. "Well, it's a good thing Tony was feeling generous enough to let me come back." She joked, leaning up against her locker, her fingers fiddling with Peter's. "Why did he let you come back? I thought you said he was pissed?" Peter tilted his head in a way similar of that to a puppy which made Isabelle's heart flutter. "He was pissed... but... we hashed it out, and he's at press conferences all week about some Terrorist group in Yemen and thought it is best for me to go back since he's not there to help oversee my training."
She had left out the part where she argued with the man for the most part of an hour why she should go back to Midtown and do something productive. In the corner of the hallway, a TV monitor was propped, usually, it displayed the school's daily news with Betty Brant and Jason Ionello and other things. This particular morning it was viewing live feed of Tony Starks Press conference in San Diego.
Isabelle chuckled to herself, looking over Peter's shoulder and seeing the screen, "Speaking of - there he is... how convenient." She clicked her tongue, Peter followed her gaze and turned his head to see. Given the hallways always carried sound like an endless reverberating cave, it was useless to try and hear what he was saying through the small monitor speakers. "Can you hear what he's saying?" Isabelle looked back to Peter who met her eyes and shrugged, "I can try but I don't like using... y'know... that...for purposes other than saving people."
"Seriously? I mean... really? You don't get the least bit curious about what the neighbours talk about, the kids in the bathroom talk about... what practically anyone talks about?" Isabelle was surprised however, she knew she shouldn't be surprised at all. Of course, Peter would prefer to use his abilities for what benefits the people around him, not for pleasure. "That's called an invasion of privacy, Issie-."
A chuckle left her lips and she shook her head, "well if it eases your conscious -- I'll do it, so you don't have to." She focused hard on her hand in Peter's, focusing on the biochemical patterns and cells that coursed through his body as energy and just like that, sucked some of it away, filling her with a strange sensation, filling Peter with the same strange sensation. Peter muttered in protest but it had already been too late, she turned her head so that her ear could face the monitor and honed in on the hearing to allow her to figure out what Tony was talking about.
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Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||
Fanfiction[Pre Civil War] She was exceptional, extraordinary and peculiar in her own way when Tony Stark found her. He saw potential in Isabelle Jones. She could be an Avenger. However, Tony had his sights on Queens' latest humble 'hero'. In an attempt to dis...