Peter and I were walking to my house from his. We were laughing and telling jokes. I didn't live very far from him. And it was Queens, nothing ever happens unless someone robs a bank. Which never happens.

We got to my apartment, and Peter walked me up to my door.

"Beatrice! Why are there other people here?" My mother yells.

"Sorry, mama." I say

"Beatrice," my dad starts, coming out of his and my mom's room. He gives me a mean look before raising his hand to hit me.

"Mr Willow!" Peter shouts, getting his attention. Peter held up his hands and flinched as instead, my father's hand hit Peter. I shriek and run over to him.

I feel tears run in my eyes as Peter's cheek turns more and more red.

And I swore to never bring him anywhere near my home again.

-

I woke up. My body was cold and I was sweating. I was at Peter's house. I smelled cinnamon and toast and I heard the sound of Peter singing stupidly along to his music. All of sudden I hear, "Ah! That's hot!"

I put a hand to my forehead and laugh silently before getting out of the bed and walking out of the room.

"Sleeping Beauty is awake!" Peter says jokingly. "May had to work early. She'll be back around ten tonight or so."

"You weren't kidding when you said you basically live alone." I say. I sit at their small three person table. May always told me there was one extra chair for me.

"Yeah. But she earns a lot of money. It doesn't look like it, but she's done good for herself. Even with having to take care of me, and when she lost... Yeah."

I understood what he meant.

"What are you making?" I ask quickly changing the subject.

"French toast." he answered.

Peter's phone started buzzing on the table in front of me.

"It's Mr Stark. He's face timing you." I say

Peter started to panic slightly. He set the spatula he was using in the pan to get his phone.

"Peter! Don't do that you'll burn down the apartment!" I yell, running over to the pan.

"Bad timing?" Tony asks.

"Ah, no. No good time sorry." Peter says, "I'm just an idiot sometimes."

"Sometimes?" I ask, grinning slightly. I see Tony who's trying to keep from laughing.

"Now, Bea. While that was honestly kind of funny, you have to be nice to Peter. He's fragile." he says

Peter gives us both a blunt stare. "I hate you guys."

"I know you mean love!" I sing-song.

"Anyway, I need to see you guys in twenty." Tony says

"But French toast." I say sadly.

"Fine, thirty. No later." You could practically hear Tony rolling his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr Stark!" I say gladly, flipping the French toast in the pan.

"God, I have children now." he laughs before hanging up.

"Eat fast." Peter says, serving me three pieces, and serving himself three as well.

We quickly eat and clean up a little. We then hurry out of the door.

"Can I do something a little risky and weird?"

"Peter, I'm not having you web sling us across the city." I say, glaring at him.

"It'll be fun!"

"For you." I say

"For both of us. C'moooon!"

"Fine," I sigh. He rushes in to change and comes back out a second later.

"We go!" he says, booking it down the hallway and to the elevator.

"You realise anyone could see you right now?" I say

"Dude, chill." Peter says shrugging. We get onto the roof and he grabs my waist like he did that night only a week ago. Less than, actually. He slings us over into New York. We arrive at the base of the Avengers Tower. Peter digs in his back pack and slips on a pair of shoes, pants, a shirt and pulls off his mask before we walk inside.

"Mr Parker, Miss Willow, follow me please." I hear Happy say.

"Always so serious! Learn to live up to your name, dude." I say, earning a glare from Happy.

"Bea, Peter. Welcome back." Tony says. "Walk with me."

We follow him as we walk around the building. We finally go into a small lab.

"What's this?" I ask

"It's where I do all my fancy techy stuff. Cool, right?" Tony says

"Damn right it's cool." I mumble.

"Look at this, Bea. I made it for you. Since you're starting training and all. I figured if you're going to work with Peter, you need a suit."

(I sketched this stop judging me k)

(If I get three votes I'll colour it)

I look at the black grey and blue outfit in amazement.

"Th-this is for me?" I ask

"I had the same reaction. Who knew he could be a fashion designer as well." Peter chuckled.

"Well, both of your suits are made for agility and easy movement. Bea's however, is also made to hold weapons and be used as a sort of camouflage and superpower replacement. Like the iron man suit is for me. " Tony explains

"What kind of weapons?" I ask

"You seem close to hand to hand, melee style fighting. I'd guess a set of daggers or something of the sort." he says, "Just, do me a favour?"

"Yeah, anything!" I say

"Don't let Peter touch the sharp pointy things, okay?"

"I've basically lived with the guy 12 years now." I say, "He's learned his lesson with touching my things and pointy things."

Peter shoots us the dirty look from this morning. We both give him a grin and go back to our conversation.

"Now. Just to make sure I got your size right, try it on. There's a restroom over there so you can change." he says.

-

"When using daggers, it's really important you don't stab yourself." Tony says. He didn't want anyone else to work with me in fear I'd hurt them on accident, or if I got too scared. "I want to see how you'd fight with them so we can make adjustments from there."

I take a stance and held the daggers tightly in my hands. Tony pressed a button on a small remote, and a robot appeared.

"Attack it." he instructs me.

I do as he says, and run up to the machine, throwing my dagger up the center of its body.

"Well, good news, you can correctly use daggers if things that aren't trying to hurt you. Try one that's put on the lowest setting possible."

The robots suddenly started to move in a loop. It was like it was a basic civilian.

"It's not doing anything wrong..." I say. "Make it try to attack me."

"Are you sure-"

"Please? It's better than it sitting there reading an invisible book." I say. I hear him click the buttons, and the robot begins to move forward and pull back its hand. I'm about to flinch and curl my arms in front of my face before I remember Tony would turn it off.

Instead, my arms push its aside and I take both daggers and run them up the center of the robot.

"I think you're one of the best stupid desicions I've ever had."