𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝘛𝘌𝘕

"HOLY shit."
"Language!" Chris E. called from across the room, making the crew laugh.

My phone was dinging off the hook so bad, I had to turn my notifications off.
I go to Instagram, tapping to my account—
WOAH NELLY.

I had gone up from 657 followers to 500k since this morning. Speaking of: Marvel had finally decided it was time to release Tom and I's names to the public, making the media go wild.
For almost 3 months now, people had been speculating who would play Spider Man & Lis de Feu, or more commonly known as: Fire Lily.
And just this morning, Marvel took to the headlines- spilling the secret.

I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of shitting myself, but in a good way?
This new spotlight was a bright one, and I was more than just stunned by the attention. The news articles, posts, and mega-follower-boost left Tom and I speechless.
He was already at 800k.

The craziest part was- celebrities I had looked up to for years were beginning to follow me, some even tweeting about Tom & I.
Just to name some: Leonardo DiCaprio, Emma Watson, Emilia Clarke, Karen Gillan, Jake Gyllenhaal— Jesus, take the fricking wheel.

"Okay, y/n and Robert, we're going to quickly film the ending credit scene between you two since you're not in full costume yet. Be ready in five." Joe breaks my inner-freak-out.

"Come on, Jr.Stark, let's get this over with." Robert loops his arm with mine, dragging me beside him onto set.
"Don't call me Jr., Jr." He shoots me a faux glare, cracking a smile.
The set had been built up to look like an empty apartment, only a few furniture pieces scattered around.

"Before we begin, turn to page 163. It's the second to last page titled 'He Finds Her'."
"Yeah, we get it Ant, thanks." Robert jokes. I don't think I'll ever get that comfortable, but his sarcasm releases some of the anxiety I had built up.

We read in silence for a moment, before Rob throws his script out of shot, "Ready."
That makes me read quicker, feeling like I was wasting time. I was scanning, scanning, scanning-
"Hey, kid, breathe. We've got all day." He touches my shoulder, sounding genuine.

I exhale, going back to lines I had completely missed from panic. "I'm ready, too." I don't throw my script, but kindly hand it to a crew member, thanking her.
"Okay, Robby, you wait outside the door for your cue," He quickly moves to position, and so do I, "Looks great. Aaanddd, action."

Tony knocks on the door politely the first time, but when he doesn't get an answer, he knocks more urgently the second time.
"Okay, okay, jeez. I'm coming." Frances calls, jogging up to the door, unlocking it and opening it.

As soon as she does, she regrets not checking the peephole. Tony's signature smirk falters for a split second before recovering.
"Hi, is this the Flores residence?" Tony asks as he peeks around the girl, taking in the apartment's bareness.
Frances moves further in his way, trying to not give off the nervousness that rumbled deep within her.

"It depends on who's asking." She spits curtly.
"I'm asking." Tony bends to her level before quickly pushing past her, entering the apartment.
"Hey, you can't just barge in here!"
"Obviously you don't know me, kid."

Tony walks around the barren living room- only a couch, a little table, and an old early 90's box tv sat undisturbed, the rest of the space was dusty; like it hadn't been touched in a long time.
The only photo in the whole place sat next to the tv: a beautiful woman and sharp-looking man held a little girl between them, all smiling largely.

"So, are your parents home, kid?"
"No."
"Well, when will they be back?"
"Not for a while."
"How long's a while?"
"Listen, Mr. Stark, I don't have time for this. So either tell me why you're here, or you can kindly get the fuck out of my apartment-"
"You're not a very courteous fifteen-year-old, are you?"

Frances freezes, watching Tony like a prey caught in broad daylight.
"How do you know I'm fifteen?"
"I know everything about you, kid." Tony turns to her, his hands in his pocket nonchalantly.
"Prove it." Her tone daring.

"Well, I know you're a fifteen year old girl who goes to Midtown School of Science & Tech. You live here alone most of the time because your mother passed away seven years ago from a bank-robbery-gone-wrong; and your CEO father couldn't cope with it so he moved to Northern New York, made a new family, and tried to erase everything in his life that reminded him of dear Faith Flores: and that included you."
Tony continued to go on, but pretended he didn't notice the sparks beginning to flicker out of Frances' fingers.

"But you can't erase a child, can you? Well, without murdering it, and we both know your spineless dad could never do that job himself. That's why he ordered someone to do it for him. He paid a hitman to come to this very apartment and murder an eight-year-old child who had just lost her mother. What he didn't know was: in order to survive, you'd find out you have-" he was cut off by a flaming pan flying at his head.
He ducked just in time, eyes going wide, "-powers."

"You know nothing about me." Frances hisses. It was just then Tony saw the tears streaming down her red-hot cheeks.
"Really? How'd I know bringing up your parents would get you to go all Bit-Lighter on me, then?"
Flores gets stunned for a moment, before returning to her defensive stance.

"Just face it kid, the jig is up." Tony dusts off the couch before plopping down on it, putting his feet up on the table.
"Now- let's have a talk."

"CUT! That was beautiful, guys!" Joe rushes over to us, an amazed smile on his lips.
"I believe that was a one-take-wonder." Anthony follows closely behind him.

Robert high-fives me, grinning stupidly.
"I knew she'd do great; you guys were the dumb ones doubting her."
As they started arguing, Robert making fun of them more, I just watched in pure glee.

I just fucking did that.