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Edited - 12/13/2020
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PETER PARKER.
He was in her physics class, and another one -- she couldn't remember which. All she knew was that he was in her class and the realization of his name hit her like a train right before the last bell, as she realized he was a frequent choice of Flash's. Except it seemed Peter generally did something -- but today, she noticed, he seemed distracted. She didn't know why, she was too busy trying not to twist Flash into something close to a banana and drop him down a hole.
If she could even do that.
Parker shrugged her backpack up higher as her feet moved quickly across the ground, rushing to make it to the bus so she could stop halfway. Spider-Man and she always began their rounds around the same time, and they had an unspoken sort of race to start and do the most -- one she had obviously lost the other day in the red and blue suited boy's giddiness; she picked up her pace, walking, walking, running, running, speeding -- is that a man in front of her--
She ran face-first -- the heck, man -- into a bulky dude, much taller than her, but did back up, as he should, when she unwillingly rammed into him. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, ice lacing her tone as she looked up. Her eyes went slightly round and she almost faltered in her words, but something clicked; it was an instinct, like a switch that was clicked at all the right moments, and it was the basicality of who Parker was. Her brain had been trained a certain way, she was proud to say -- and her words came out slowly. "You can't just stand in the middle of the road, you know. That won't stop people from texting and driving."
Tony Stark raised an eyebrow at the shorter person's words -- she really wasn't that short, he should've seen her -- and that immediately put her in a sour mood. Her want to get to her rounds before Spider-Man was getting more urgent. "You know," he said, raising his hands to either side of him. "I don't have all the time in the world either. I'm a billionaire and I have a girlfriend who gets angry at me a lot -- so, it's not like I wanted you to run into me. Literally. But it makes my job easier, so let's get to it, Shortie."
Parker curled her fingers into fists, but maintained her resting face.
Parker frowned (was he always like this?), that feeling of seeing Tony Stark live -- talking to him --fighting to overwhelm her, being quenched as well as she could. "So you were looking for me? What do want?" Her tone was bored, snappy. She couldn't get that oh my god it's Tony Stark out of her brain, but she -- well, she was Parker. If he wanted anything from her, she'd definitely done something wrong.
"See, first, I need you to get that attitude that," he gestured between the two of them. "that this is not a one-day thing, fortunately."
