"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴.. 𝘶𝘮, 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯... 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴!"
"𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴."
Amelia was raised on sweet tea and Sunday mornings, but after the untimely passing of her father, her family trades Texas wheat fields for...
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Peter pulls his mask to the side, wringing it out as water pours out of it. "And then he just, he just, like, swooped down like a monster and he picked me up and, uh, he took me up, like, a thousand feet and just dropped me. How'd you find me? Did you put a tracker in my suit or something?" His rambling turns into high-pitched awe, and Amelia's head can't process half the things he's saying.
"I put everything in your suit," Tony replies, his voice slightly warped by his mechanical suit. "Including this heater."
Steam lifts from Amelia and Peter's suits following a whirling sound, and from head to toe, Amelia's suit warms up like a hot towel, hugging her in its comforting embrace. The suit is dried.
"Woah, whew," Peter exclaims, "that's better, thanks."
Even through the warmth of the suit, Amelia still feels cold. Maybe it's from her still wet hair which drips onto her back, sizzling once it hits the heated suit, or maybe it's the dull numbness of all that's happening right now- she knows deep down the two teenagers are about to get scolded.
"What we're you thinking?" Tony hisses, his voice sharp like razor blades.
"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons," Peter defends, left arm flying out to his side as his voice raises again. "I gotta take him down,"
The iron-suit slightly flies back. "Take him down now, huh?" He repeats. "Steady, Crocket. There are people who handle these kinds of things."
Amelia tries to think of who Crocket it and why Tony referred to him, but her mind only draws up blanks. Instead of focusing on this, she addresses the latter of Tony's words. "They ain't doin' too good'a job, sir," Amelia says lowly, her tone still holding a respective manner which her phrase does not.
"There's a reason you didn't hear of these weapons until now, kid," Tony shoots Amelia a warning glance before the suit moves to grab something.
Amelia's face contorts with confusion. What is he reaching for? A leaf?
Peter seems to pay no mind to Tony's weird antics. "The Avengers?" He asks in response to Mr.Stark.
"No, no, no." His hand drops as the mask turns back to Peter. "This is a little below their pay grade."
"-Well anyways, Mr.Stark, you didn't have to come all the way out here. I had that, we were fine." As Peter's words raise in assurance, Amelia feels her self shrink. There is not one ounce of veracity to his statement- the kids had fallen hundreds of feet to their doom, and if Tony hadn't come to their rescue, they might not have made it out of that lake.
