Who's Tony Stark? (Peter Parker x OC)

1. CRASH!

~Tony's P.O.V.~

  I'm sitting across from Steve on the couch, he's telling me the story of how he saved Bucky's life back in WII. I've heard him tell the story a thousand times but he always loves telling it and I always love to listen to him. Just as he was getting to my favorite part, the phone rang. "Who is it now?!" Agitated, I excused myself and went to grab it from the counter in the other room.

  "Hello?" My annoyedness showing in my tone.

  "Is this Tony Stark?" An unfamiliar voice asked from the other line.

  "Yes... And who is this?" I asked expectingly.

  "Agent Danvers, C.P.S., Washington state office. I was calling to try to schedule a meeting. " The man, Mr. Danvers, seemed to remain unfazed by my growing irritation, which was slowly turning to confusion.

  "C.P.S.? Why do you want to talk with me? I don't have any kids." At this Steve glanced over, his confusion evident in his expression.

  "Mr. Stark, I will explain in person" he wouldn't elaborate more.

  Letting out a sigh, I gave in. "Fine, when can you meet? You have to come here, I'm not going to you."

  "I can arrange for us to meet in... Two days? Does that work for you?"

  "Yeah, sure, fine, fine. Two days at Avengers tower, 3:35 pm. Don't be late." And with that, I hung up and grabbed a bag of blueberry's on my way back to the couch.

  "What was that all about?" Steve asked concerned as I sat back into my spot.

  "I'm not sure."

~Camille's P.O.V., a day beforehand~

  All I remember is sitting behind my dad in the passenger's side, Mom driving. Dad and I were belting the lyrics to Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi at the top of our lungs, our volume distorting the sound... Then I woke up in what looked to be an ambulance.

  Where am I? What happened? Where is my family!? I started to panic. Tugging at the straps binding my wrists to the stretcher, but it proved to be no use. I tried to call out, but my throat was too dry and scratchy. The back doors open and a young female paramedic with chocolate brown hair stepped in. As soon as she saw I was awake she started to ask me questions, "Can you hear me?" I nodded. "Do you remember what happened?" I gave a shake of my head. "Do you feel any pain or discomfort?" Shake. "Can you wiggle your fingers and toes?" I slowly did as she asked. "Good, everything is normal. You seem to be mostly okay but I cannot be sure until we get to the hospital. " Nod.

  I managed to rasp out a strained, hoarse, word, "P-par..en-tss?" The paramedics face suddenly grew sad.

  "I'll tell you later, first we gotta get you inside the ER." I hadn't noticed until know but, as soon as she hopped in we had started moving, and we had just stopped.

  She opened the doors and pulled me through with ease, she must have a lot of experience pulling people along, because all though I'm not very heavy, I'm definitely not the lightest.

  Those were my final thoughts before my world went dark.

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