Michelle walked home after the train ride, her thoughts still with the weird run-in with Parker. She wanted to just shrug it off, but found that she couldn't. All the way home her thougths were running circles in her head. Not that she wasn't used to it at that point, but still.
She opened the door to her house. It wasn't a very big house, but definitely not small either. It was definitely big enough for just 2 people to live in.
"Pepps, I'm home!" Michelle yelled up the stairs after dropping her bag in the living room. Soon after, the red-haired woman walked in, a big, friendly smile plastered across her face. She was still in her working clothes. Only that didn't mean some worn out pants, ugly, oversized shirt and some weird shoes. No, her working clothes were rather neat, a tight skirt with some small, fancy top and heels.
"Hey Michelle," she greeted warmly. "How was your day?"
Michelle shrugged, giving her standard answer to the standard question.
"Easy," she said, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably at the smile her guardian was sending her. Pepper Potts was many things, and beautiful was one of them. The woman quickly gave an excided gasp as she seemed to remember something.
"Oh, by the way," she said, something glimmering in her eyes. "I heard at work that Tony Stark is gonna be looking for interns very soon! You should apply!" she practically squealed.
Michelle's eyes went wide. She knew Pepper Potts was, like, very close to Tony Stark. Heck, she went from his personal assistent to his girlfriend/fiance(?!), so she wasn't surprised that she was the first to know of things like these. She watched her good friend for some time, eyes open wide, jaw almost on the floor. Then she practically pushed herself off her chair and ran to her room to send a mail to apply.
To: Anthony Edward Stark
From: Michelle Jones
Dear Tony Stark,
I heard you're going to be looking for interns soon, so I thought I'd take my chance and apply. My name is Michelle Jones, or MJ, and I'm 15 years old. I'm really interested in technology, and would like to take a taste of how it feels to be able to make advanced technology. I'm an A grade student at Midtown High School with some experience. I would like to hear back from you.
Kind regards, Michelle Jones.
She read the mail a couple times over again, until she realised it wasn't going to get any better. She let her mouse hang over the button for a while, before she finally pressed 'send', and closed the laptop, a wide grin plastered on her face.
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Peter Parker rushed home after school had ended. He had texted Happy again, asking if there might be something he had to do. He didn't spam or call him that much anymore. Not after the events with the Vulture-looking guy. Nowadays, he was more like a 'friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man'. He liked stopping small robberies, like guys trying to steal cars, teenagers trying to steal bikes, stuff like that. It was actually quite relaxing, being able to just help people out instead of fighting a big war or something like that.
Although, he still had a lot of questions, mostly about what the hell had happened during his time in Germany with Mr. Stark. He had been completely shocked when his greatest idol and favourite superhero had been sitting in his house, on his couch, eating a cookie with his 'unusually attractive' aunt.
And then he was asked to come to Germany with him.
With Tony Stark.
With Iron Man.
Holy shit
When he finally got to Germany, he had a new suit and a plan to fight Captain America.
Yes, you read that correctly, Captain America. The Captain America.
His favourite superheroes, who he thought had been friends, were starting a literal civil war.
Well shit.
But it didn't go as initially expected. Add to that that he hadn't seen Mr. Stark for weeks now, he hadn't even talked to him. Peter simply kept telling himself that the billionaire was busy, although he still wondered why he hadn't called yet. Had he forgotten about him?
All those thoughts, and more, ran through his head as he flew through the city he'd grown up in. He stopped glued on top of a building, looking at the upstate facitily in front of him. He'd only been there like, once, but it felt familiar. Yet it never ceased to amaze him.
He looked up to a figure running towards the gigantic building. He felt a pang of disappointment when he saw it was Cap, he had hoped it was Mr. Stark. He called the man's name and waved. Cap looked back to see the kid on the roof. He smiled a genuine smile and waved at the kid, turned around and kept running. The Spider-boy watched the man run inside the building and disappearing out of sight.
Yep, it most certainly hadn't gone as expected.
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Oy,
Next chapter will be our version of civil war, so don't be confused when it's different than the movies.
By the way, for those of you who don't know, a guardian is a person who has the legal authority to care for someone (in this case Michelle), but they're not adoptive parents.
This chapter is written by @deborah_ronner, the mail by @KimJulietteV
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