two sided | peter parker

L | public

『pub·lic | adj. | of or concerning the people as a whole』

"UM, NO. I'M OKAY." She excused herself, Tony at her side as she assured the interviewer. Across from them was the host himself, Harrison Osborn. Being a young billionaire due to his father's interesting business of sexy magazines, an oil company, and some more infamous snoopers within different popular industries, he was born to host the show itself.

He nodded politely, sitting back and sending another curt nod to the billionaire across from him. Tony acknowledged him silently, Harrison yelling a greeting to the camera for a brief moment before bringing out a collection of pale blue flashcards of questions from social media and basic interview questions.

Crossing one leg over the other, he smirked. "When did your ability begin?" Tony answered for her, clearing his throat and licking his lips. Staring directly at Harrison, the young man didn't bother to press on the question after the look he got from Tony. "Any questions pertaining to her ability and how she got it are completely classified."

The audience fell quiet and didn't say anything, not even bothering to speak up at that point. Y/n just nervously agreed, sharing a glance with Tony and looking back at the camera that was surely zooming in on her face at that moment. Trying her best to ignore it, she managed to let out a sentence. "U-Um, next question, please."

Harrison filtered through them, picking one. "Do you have a significant other?" He waved to the crowd, smiling. "This is a Twitter question, by the way. I'm not trying to make advancements on her at all, so please, don't tweet this out as a shipping moment." The older rich man seemed to nod in approval, Y/n clearing her throat.

"It's a bit of a complex situation, is all." She said, offering another shaky smile to a cameraman. The blue eyed male passed a few more cards, stopping on one particularly. "Do your parents know of your ability?" Y/n didn't hesitate to censor it, her eyes landing somewhere in the crowd before trailing back to the camera.

"If they didn't know before, they probably do now. Either way, they don't concern me anymore. I'm eighteen and completely independent when it comes to my decisions and lifestyle." Iron Man couldn't help, but smirk, knowing that half of the sass was from her hanging around him too much and her own growth.

Pushing back some of his gelled blond curls, his eyes scanned another one of the cards. "About how long have you had this ability?" She seemed to count on her fingers briefly, brows furrowing and sharing a glance at the other adult near her. Y/n whispered something along the lines of, "I was in France for about a year. . . "

Giving a clear answer, she gave a small smile to the crowd. "For about a year now, if I'm counting correctly." Harrison quirked an eyebrow, leaning on his chair and setting the cards down on his desk for a moment. "So, you must be a bit experienced then?" Wiping her sweaty hands on her dress, she stuttered.

Her face scrunched at the question, "Well, i-it's a bit of a learning process. I wouldn't call myself a pro, but I'd definitely consider myself as a mediocre in the experience spectrum." Letting go of the question and continuing on with a few more, he dismissed the two and closed out the show. Heading backstage, Tony bent down to her height and spoke.

"You just have to get good photos while leaving. You don't have to worry about posing, just look confident and forward. Ignore any questions and if they come in your face and smile. After this, I have to take Faye to her separate interview anyways." 

Y/n listened carefully, walking directly past any of the paparazzi, and as expected, there were tons of people that came into her face. Instead of answering, she smiled just as Tony told her to do before going into the limo where Happy sat in the driving seat. They waited until the billionaire joined her, sliding into the seat next to her.

"To the tower," He said, Happy nodding and starting the car up before driving back to the Avengers Tower. Y/n glanced back at the older adult with a questionable look. "Can you make sure that Faye doesn't get 'attacked' like I did?" He chuckled dryly, fixing his shades and sparing a look at the girl. "I can't control that, Y/n."

The girl fell silent, her eyes drifting towards the window. She didn't know what she should be feeling or how she felt at that moment. Y/n just knew that she wanted to desperately protect Faye from the harsh criticism of the media, but she couldn't even do that. Arriving home, she let out a bitter farewell to Tony before letting Faye climb into the car.

Talking to who she treated like a younger sister, Y/n convinced her with a little bit more confidence and told her about her own experience, along with some of the things that Tony had told her earlier. Faye just nodded blankly, going into the car and nervously fiddling with her hands beside Tony.

Happy nodded curtly at Y/n, driving away afterwards while Y/n headed into the building and ended up greeting Natasha before heading to her room. Going into her room, she saw a little basket stuffed with bath bombs and other things. On it, a small note from Peter with a smiley face next to it.

It read: May needed me to run an errand and Dylan needed some help with some things. I'll be gone for a day or so, but hopefully these things make up for it. - Peter in his tiny and neat handwriting. Taking it in her hand, Y/n rolled it around in the grip of her palm shortly as she stared at it. 

Throwing her head back, she came to a small conclusion. "Fuck, I don't deserve Peter."