The Iron Woman

Peter Tingle

After our little soirée in the vet's office, we took the cat home. I asked Happy to grab some supplies on his way over for dinner. Happy, Rhodey and Andy were coming over for dinner. I turned on the stove and started to grab ingredients from their various hiding spots. Morgan had taken her cat to her room so I had no one to talk to.

"Hey Friday, can you go do me a favor?"

"Bored Miss?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"Your father created me, I know you, Starks, very well."

"Touché and yes I'm bored."

"Should I call Mr. Parker?"

"Friday, you read my mind."

Dum-E brought me the iPad and set it up so I could see Peter and he could see me whilst I was cooking. I started throwing the ingredients in the pan. I was making Japanese food as I promised Andy I would. I was brought out of my thoughts at the side of Peter on the screen.

"Hey, babe." I smiled.

"Hey, Maya!"

I loved his smile. It was so sweet and pure, sometimes it reminded me that we really were just two kids with the weight of the world on our shoulders.

"How's the trip been?"

"It's great! I'm..." He was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Ooh is that Maya?" The voice asked.

"Yes, Ned." Peter sighed.

"Hi, Maya!" Ned waved at the camera.

I giggled. "Hi, Ned!"

"I missed you."

"Then come over some time, just call me. I can send the jet to Queens."

"I would though I don't have your number. Because PETER didn't give it to me."

"I forgot," Peter said.

"Sure."

"I'm serious."

"Right."

I laughed and continued to cook.

"What are you cooking?" Ned asked.

"Food," Peter remarked.

"Bro chill! Why are you coming at me?"

"Dude I'm messing with you."

"Jeez! Are you on your period or something?" Ned said jokingly.

"What? No!" Peter laughed a little as his face turned red.

I missed hanging out with those two. We'd grown up together. It was always just me and the boys. Until MJ came along, then it was the boys, MJ, and I. She's cool. She's actually very sweet, when she wants to be.

"Seriously though, what are you cooking?"

"Japanese food," I answered.

"Dude! You're cooking Japanese food without me?"

"I promised Andy."

"Who's Andy?" Peter asked.

"The kid we'd always hang out with before he went to military school?"

"Andy Rhodes?!"

"Yeah."

"Oh wow! I haven't seen him in forever."