They think i'm insane,
they think my lover is strange,
But i don't have to fucking tell them anything.

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This same feeling of old times comes right back to me, the smell of a spotless elevator, the touch of my feet to the crystal clear floor and the look that he gives me.

Parker was once again on his chair, sitting there like a king on a throne, behind him was a tall, glass window, which let all the day lights in, it shined on me.

   "What are you wearing?" He asked, monotone.

   "Clothes." I replied, monotone.

   He looked at my ripped jeans and a t shirt then sighed. "You will not be working here wearing that."

   "How about i take off my clothes and work here naked---" I was going to be sarcastic but my own joke hit me right in the ass.

   He smiled. "If you insist." God i want to slap him.

   "I didn't insist anything." I shook my head at myself when he wasn't looking this way.

"I better see you wearing the dresses I bought for you tonight at the party." He continued to piss me off.

"Is that an order?"

"It is." He looked away to his paperworks like it doesn't matter, but i know he enjoyed playing with my head.

"Is there anything else before i actually start my work?" I forced a smile, cursing his ass-holeness inside.

"Add sir."

I paused to breathe in and out, i almost forgot what an arrogant jerk he is before he fall for me and turned into Prince Charming but now he is a jerk again.

"All right, sir. Can i go now?" I faked smile once again, this time he smiled back.

"Yes, Ms (L/n)."

Finally! I turned around and went straight for the door. All I wanted was for him to give me my money that he promised for my family's well, not to let him taking control over me. Maybe i should have left him to rot in that jail.

"Oh. One more thing."

For god's sake---

"Yes, Mr Parker?" I turned around, my patience is at number zero.

"Wear that black dress, the one I bought for you at Vegas, you look sexy in it."

Somebody just kill me already.

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Parker's pov

I chuckled as I watched her hotheadedly walked out of the room and slammed the door. She really did change, but that just makes her even more interesting and fun to play with.

I'm grateful she brought me out of that rat hole, but i'm so scared this won't work, what if she really stopped loving me? What if it really is over and i'm just a fool thinking i could fix it all?

   Just... no. That is not going to happen, i can have her back again, god knows i need her, she was pissed at me for abandoning her and now she's trying to abandon me? That doesn't make any sense?

   I shook my head and the thoughts of being left alone again behind and forced myself to look at the works. The welcome-back-Mr-Parker party will be held tonight at Tony's mansion, i of course commanded (Y/n) to come with me as a date.

  I will pick her up at 6, at her luxury apartment i forced her family to stay in, and maybe... i could win her heart back.

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Your pov

   I kind of understand why Nora turned to a hydra lunatic, working as Parker's assistant is hard as hell, someone calls every 5 minuets and paperworks are as high as mountain, and Mr Parker is a hot, seducing, jerk, that makes me lose my focus.

   After a bunch of works i put out my homework and do it on the assistant's table, i don't remember studying these, so google was my guru.

   I left home without saying 'good bye, see you again boss.' and I'm pretty sure he will complain about this tonight, but I didn't really care.

   He bought me this place, it is expensive and luxury, i said I didn't want it but Peter loves spending his money as always. In the end we moved here, Jason got his private room and a proper part time job, with Peter's help he will be studying at midtown again, my mother has her personal nurse at our home, that's one thing good.

   I inserted the key, the house looks empty, Jason is off to work. I watched TV for a little, then take my bath.

   "Do i really have to wear that black dress..." I groaned alone, and in the end i wore it, or he will complain again, i put some casual clothes in the bag in case i want to change.

   I put on some makeup, not too much, not too little. Feeling like i'm a pro at this, maybe when he let me go i will become a makeup artist, or just artist.

   At 6 he arrived in a limousine.

   Jon. My dear friend smile at me. I flashed a smile at him then suddenly back to my resting face at Peter, but he didn't care, Peter was smiling at the fact that i really wore the black dress.

   We got in the car. Two person, sitting in the backseat, 5 feet apart cause we are not lover anymore and i don't know what the hell is our relationship at this point.

   "You look beautiful today." He said.

   "Yes. I look ugly other days, sir." I said, looked at the views.

   "You look beautiful everyday." He grinned softly, for a while he looked like a 15 years old boy. "Will the avengers coming to the party?" He asked me as a boss.

   "Yes." I replied smartly. I actually can work... you know. "Except for Mr Barton, he called that he is very sorry he can't make it."

   "It's alright, let him be with the kids." He muttered, he was thinking about some memories, I glanced at his brown eyes turned light as it reflects the sun then looked away.

   I want us before Vegas back.

   "We're here." Jon said, I watched outside, it was a red carpet decorated with the color of gold and silver, everyone was wearing a night gown with glass of champagne, servers walking around with a plate of caviar, like those rich people, party scene in the movie.

   Peter got out of the car first and i heard everyone screaming and clapping. I breathe in and out, oh, this is going to be embarrassing.

   He opened up the door for me with a smile, i took his hand, smiled uncomfortably to the others, the camera flashed, people yelled in happiness, it wasn't a boo thank god.

   We held one of our hands and stepped along the red carpet, heading inside to the banquet. The avengers, all but them but Barton noticed us and screamed.

   "Peter!!" Scott almost jumped at Peter. "You look sharp!"

   "You too." He smiled, i just stood there, staring at the distance, I don't want to be here, people will think i'm still his lover.

   Tony stepped closer, I didn't look at him but i know he wanted to talk. "Hello, Mr Stark."

   "Hello Ms (L/n), you stop pouting at him yet?"

   "Not yet. You raised him very badly, by the way. He's forcing me to stay, i don't even want to come here."

   Tony shrugged. "I told him to be better, he said he wanted to be like me."

   "Like you is not good, excuse me." I escaped when Peter was busy saying hi to his companions, i went straight to the bathroom, then just stood in there looking at myself in the mirror.

   What should i do? To make him know i'm done. It really is over. I made my decision. He won't believe I don't love him anymore... or at least i try not to for my own good.

   What if i have someone new?

   Anyone, how about i just flirt around like a person that i'm not. He likes me the way i am, he must hate me if I change. Alright, to the hell with it, i'm going to seduce everyone who talk to me, as dumb as it sounds, I don't have any idea else.

   If anyone, whoever it is talk to me, i'm going to flirt and make Peter confused and realize i changed for real, anyone that talk to me, anyone at all.

   I cheered myself in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom with one hundred confident just to bump into a person. I almost fell to the side but he help me up.

   "Sorry---" I gasped, as I noticed the person in front of me.

   "Are you alright?"

   King T'Challa of Wakanda talked to me.

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Neko : When thing don't make sense, remember it is a fan fiction ヽ('o｀；