Collisons || Peter Parker ||

|1| Open Letter |2|

Standing completely stagnant in the middle of an almost too pristine-looking kitchen, (Isabelle found that cleaning was a good way to pass the time) the teen eyes the slightly weathered envelope garnishing her name in neat handwriting. The stamp in the corner was not one familiar to her, so she took a guess that the letter addressed to her was coming from a different country.

Maybe it was just sheer coincidence that the letter had arrived on this particular day. nonetheless, her manically tapping foot imitated her quick thoughts as she struggled to come to a decision.

To open the letter.

Or to not open the letter.

She wipes her face in several motions - a product from her anxiety, along with the incessant need to scratch the skin clasped underneath the metal cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

For now, Isabelle leaves the envelope unopened on the bench. She figured curiosity would get the better of her eventually but she couldn't bring herself to read it, not today at least.

Today was the day Isabelle had sought out to do many things, firstly she was going to train in the living room, then she was going to read up on her final literature books needed to ensure she was caught up with schoolwork. Once those were out of the way, the afternoon would be free for her to slouch into the corner of her sofa and watch mind-numbing television until night fell.

However, her early morning awakening and brief interaction with Peter caught up to her immensely. She barely made it through her first piece of toast before her heavy eyelids closed shut, her mind desperate for a moment of replenishment. It wasn't a long sleep, more so being a microsleep, but it was long enough and deep enough for Tony Stark to walk in unannounced and undetected.

The sound of a cupboard door closing abruptly woke up the young girl. She lifted her head from the hand she rested it on in a startled jump, not particularly expecting anyone's presence.

"Didn't mean to wake you from your beauty sleep - but by the looks of it you really need it." Tony hadn't turned around, continuing to rifle through her cupboards in search for coffee.

She rubbed her eyes as she softly yawned, noting the half-eaten piece of cold toast and becoming rather embarrassed Tony walked in on her napping. Not that she intended to fall asleep.

"What are you doing here so-," she glanced over to the clock perched on the wall, surprised it was nearly noon, "so... early... late?"

A slight scoff emitted from Tony as he finally turned to acknowledge Isabelle, "things might not be peachy keen over here in the sunshine resort," he gestured around the sparsely decorated apartment devoid of colour before looking through more cupboards, "but what kind of man would I be if I forgot my problem child's birthday?"

Isabelle opened her mouth to answer, surprised that Tony would even take a few moments out of his increasingly busy schedule just to acknowledge her birthday, however, he continues to talk before she can get a chance too.

"I might dislike you right now but sixteen is a big birthday — did I raise an animal or did you just hide the coffee to spite me?" Tony huffs in annoyance. After his own rough upbringing, he was determined that despite faults and fights, he was going to be good to Isabelle. That was a promise.

She sighs with a hint of a smile and hops off the stool, she discards her half-eaten breakfast in the bin and walks over to the fridge, retrieving her back up jar of instant coffee and passing it to Tony.

He stares at the jar as if it were an Alien artifact of some miscellaneous degree, "oh, uh-uh... this-" he pointed to the jar and fridge several times, "is not happening again — I thought I raised you better."