Ravage | Peter Parker

1- THE RAVAGE CHRONICLES

  "𝐈𝐅 you call Captain America hot one more time I will throw you off the Avengers tower"

  "Wow Timothee, aren't you a lovely brother"

  Blakely gripped the railing as she and Timothee towered the stairs of their apartment complex. They were having a random conversation on their walk home from Midtown High, an occurrence that had become part of their daily routine.

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  Timothee continued while throwing open the door.
"I'm just saying, Black Widow is a whole different level."

  "What about Black Widow?"

  The two teens spun around, startled by the unfamiliar voice interrupting their conversation. At first the younger girl thought she was dreaming, but no matter how long she stared nothing changed. Sitting on the couch across from their parents was multi-billionaire Tony Stark and a flushed Peter Parker. Timothee was the first to speak.

  "N-nothing your highness- I mean sir"

  Blakely shot him a very confused glance, which was returned with a hopeless shrug. Tony's right eyebrow raised, his eyes studying the boy for a moment before laughing, his head rocking slightly.

  "Well Mr. and Mrs. Schott, do you mind if I borrow Blakely for a moment?" The rich man diverted his attention to the pair of adults.

  "Of course not," Ivy Schott beamed. The women was in her mid thirties, but never dwindled on any loss of youth. Her blond locks were tied in a loose bun, meaning she had been home long enough to transition from work clothing to more comfortable attire.

Tony gave Peter's side a slight nudge with his elbow before standing, the motioned boy following suit. They stared at Blakely, waiting for her to do something.

Aaron, the genius husband of Ivy's, signaled her to go. She exchanged a questioning glance with her father-figure, eyebrows furrowing slightly. The teenage girl wasn't expecting Iron Man to be waiting for her afterschool.

  Thankfully her feet functioned faster then her brain, and she led them down the long hallway. Timothee remained frozen in place, too star struck to function.

  She opened her bedroom door and scanned her bedroom for any major imperfections, regretting putting off cleaning her room for the past few weeks.

  The window that led to the fire escape was open, illuminating the entire room. It was cozy, with light grey walls and a twin sized bed covered in a jumble of blankets and pillows. There was a fluffy beanbag chair thing in the corner, along with a stack of books: the outsiders, zodiac legacy, heroes of olympus series, and a biography of Bonnie and Clyde. Her Avenger calendar stood out alone on the walls. It wasn't anything crazy, but it did a good job of providing a place of comfort for Blakely.

  The three of them stood in the center. Peter looked pale, his features slightly slumped and laced with confusion. Both teens fidgeted with their hands while Blakely's eyes danced between her friend and his idol.

  Peter and Blakely weren't attached to the hip, but they were really good friends. The two would talk in class, Ned and Timothee sat with them at lunch, and occasionally they would all have pizza and movie marathons.

  But Peter wasn't peppy right now. Not his usual adorable nerdy self. Just a teenage boy who was visibly carrying a lot of weight on his shoulders.

  "Okay," Blakely started, "What is going on?"

  Tony cleared his throat, dragging the silence out for dramatic effect. If most people pulled something like this, it would be extremely frustrating. However, this was Tony Stark. Almost everyone knew man could get away with almost whatever he wanted.