When she came too it felt like a million needles were jabbing her lower back and skull, suffice to say it was not the best of feelings.

Mickey groaned, clutching at her head from the pounding headache that threatened to crack her skull open. She grunted, not noticing all the guns and armor pointed at her as she moved around the ground in sheer pain. Her eyes slowly began to flutter, brief moments before she had passed out began to resurface. She remembered a mindless Bucky being at fault and her failed attempt to sedate him.

Her hips rotated, searching for any breaks or pulls and when she came up short she slowly began to open her eyes to the hoards of guns pointed at her.

"What the..." she muttered, furrowing her brows at the crowd.

"Cuff her!" Ross suddenly appeared from between two men, his eyes narrowed the longer he stared at the girl. She lifted off the ground in a flurry, taking an opposing stance and yet she knew that the window for her to disappear had come and gone. The moment her feet had firmly planted three men much larger then her took hold and refused to let go.

A forth walked forward as she continued to scream, knocking her head back in hopes to find a nose and even swinging out with no avail. She was losing and it was apparent as the fourth revealed a pair of handcuffs too thick to be just to control her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up, her conscious kicking in and immediately swinging her legs up to keep him at a distance. Mickey screamed, there was something up with those cuffs and she could sense it.

Her saving grace came in the form of Tony Stark who had all but pushed the rest of the soldiers out of his way as soon as he'd heard her screams. He made it just as they were about to clasp the handcuffs on and yelled out, "what are you doing!"

"She tried to escape," General Ross proclaimed as if it were the most obvious choice to make.

Tony wanted to roll his eyes at the drastic decision he had made, anger suddenly ripping through him when he looked over to see the wild fear in Mickey's eyes. He took a step forward, chest puffed out ready to do whatever needed in order to make sure she was safe.

Mickey attempted to push away from the rough hands wrapped around her arms, "I wasn't escaping! Let go of me!"

"No," Ross seemed to enjoy how his men were mistreating the brunette who couldn't have weighed more then 120 pounds. "You were found on the roof, if Barnes hadn't stopped you who knows where you would be.

"Or maybe I was trying to stop him!" She growled and yet again pushed against them. "Jesus, Tony do something!"

At the mention of his name the Stark man stepped up, looking towards Ross, "tell them to let her go. She's not going anywhere now and I sent her up here to stop the helicopter, clearly Barnes got to her beforehand."

"Tony, you don't know that. The brat was probably in on it." Ross was in denial. "She's better under custody, one less monster we have to worry about."

"Monster! You son of a bitch!" Mickey roared and kicked her legs out.

"Tell them to stand down," Tony was dead serious now, walking up to the older man without fear. "Let her go now." He was going to do whatever necessary to protect Mickey, he had promised her that.

"You have no authority here Stark."

"I'll step out of the Accords if you take her into custody."

"You wouldn't."

Tony jaw tightened, "I would."

Ross knew he wasn't bluffing, he could just tell and with a frustrated sign his glare returned to the teenager and said, "stand down."

Mickey was let go, a sudden hiss escaping her lips as the blood began to circulate her arms yet again and she almost fell. Her head was still slightly fuzzy from her fall and the anger that had rendered through her system hadn't helped much. Tony sped forward, slightly surprised to find that her arm had stuck out to hold onto his shoulder. She leaned against him for a second and Tony lifted his arm to pat her back. They remained silent as she gained control of her senses and finally managed to stand by herself.

An appreciative smile came upon her lips, watching as the last of Ross' men walked down and they were left alone. "Thank you, tony."

Tony felt awkward again like a thousand words wanted to escape him but only a few mattered at the moment. He patted her arm once more, "no problem, Mick."

"What were those things?" She questioned not specifying what she meant.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what she meant as Tony placed his hands in his pockets and shuffled on his feet, "they're uhh... designed to keep your powers under control. Ross had them made after the New York thing, I didn't even know he had them."

Mickey almost wanted to snarl like a wolf at the thought, Steve had warned her about this. Her catlike eyes meeting Tony's and saying, "I thought you said I'd be safe."

"You will be, you're coming with me."

"Where?" She cocked her head suddenly curious.

"Queens, we're picking someone up." Tony remarked back, already walking towards the entrance to the building.

Mickey snorted, "who's poor unfortunate soul is next?"

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Mickey had changed inside the Stark private jet, she know wore an outfit that made her appear ten times more professional then she had ever thought herself. When Tony had handed her the outfit she could almost snort at the audacious design but decided against commenting because it was cute and hopefully she would be able to keep it. The halter top was a deep navy, and it fir perfectly well with the plaid skirt that had hints of dark green around it.

Her hand smoothed down the skirt as she exited the bathroom, the thin heels added were steady enough for her to walk over to the Iron Man himself. He was sitting in the window seat, eyes gazing out towards the mid morning sky of the Atlantic Ocean. She hadn't gained much sleep in the last few days over all of this but of course that was the last thing she worried over now.

Tony smiled as she sat down, the appearance of a wealthy teenage beauty came forward instead of the dangerous jewel thief he had come to know her as. There was nothing wrong with Mickey being a criminal, he even liked it about her, she was independent and able to care for herself, it was just sometimes he wished she didn't have so many responsibilities to worry over. He sighed, sitting straighter up and ignoring all the solutions he could find for Mickey but this wasn't the moment to bring them up.

Mickey sat down, crossing her arms over each other as she watched the worry lines in Tony's forehead deepen. Again her conscious surfaced, the blatant lies she had kept running with were now heavy the longer she bonded with Tony. She knew what was to come, Tony had told her as well as Nat and Sharon, there was about to be a war of superheroes and she was going to be stuck directly in the middle. Tony trusted her now more then ever, enough to uncover his secret weapon to her and here she was playing double agent from the start... it was against her morals.

She suddenly wished to have never come, being stuck in the compound with General Ross would have been easier then this but now she had no choice. Tony sat down the iPad in his hands, "Rogers is in the wind along with his associates, even Barnes."

Mickey felt very hot then, swallowing thickly as she spoke, "what's their plan?"

"Get out of the country and disappear. Their faces are plastered over every major media outlet in Europe, I don't know how long they'll make it but we have to stop them." Tony remarked.

Well you can try, Mickey thought to herself and then leaned back. Her legs crossed as she thought her response carefully before deciding it was better they veered off topic slightly, "and you think this spiderkid is gonna help us?"

"Him and you." Tony clarified, he leaned in then. There was something in his eyes, like there was an overload of words he wanted to say to her and Mickey gulped at the thought. Despite this moment he continued on, although she guessed this wasn't what he was holding back. "Steve likes you Mick, he sees lots of potential in you."

"That doesn't mean he likes me more then Bucky, they have centuries of bonding." She tried to downplay her relationship with Captain America because if she was being honest Tony was right. Steve was like her distant older brother, which is yet again another reason as to why she never hesitated in trusting him. "If it comes to a fight Steve won't listen to me when someone's trying to kill his best friend."

"You lack faith in yourself kid." Tony quipped, his features dropped slightly like it stung him to say the words. "I can see it even when you bring him up or when someone else does, you care for him like family. I've only ever seen you do that for your dad." Mickey stayed silent as if to further prove his point and a bitter smile pulled at the Stark's lips, one question tugging at his mind. "Why is that Mick? Why did you trust him more then anyone else?"

"More then me?"

He didn't say the exact words but Mickey just knew that had been what he had meant. There was only one answer that came up though, the very one that had made her decide on leaving her details to Steve.

"He was nice to me, even from the beginning." She responded with a soft smile. Her thought returned to the single day she had been caught with Loki on the Helicarrier. They'd separated the two and had set her in a small room much like a police station. Steve had walked in decked out in the full Captain America suit and set a Capri-Sun in her hand. It had been so confusing yet endearing, to have this man see her as a naive girl and not a master manipulator, that had been her turning point.

"Yes well Steve does have that about him doesn't he, no matter what he's going to be nice about it." Tony's slightly bitter tone was barely noticed by the brunette as she still reminisced and then remembered her first moments with the Iron Man himself. He had been bitter about the destruction of his suit in Berlin and proceeded to sass the girl into a perpetual annoyance along with calling her "little Lucifer" it had been no wonder why they hadn't hit it off. Truth be told Mickey still thinks he was incredibly bitter over his defeat in their first fight and the taunts that had followed didn't help much.

Mickey came back, this time her smile reserved for the man himself as she said, "you're nice too. You bought me these nice clothes."

Tony seemed to accept this small gesture as his eyes brightened a tad before there was a table being arranged between them and a plate being set in front of him. "Thank god, I was starving."

"Shrimp and chicken Alfredo," Mickey licked her lips at the pasta on his plate, her stomach suddenly growling. How long had it been since she ate? Damn did near death experiences knock her out of the loop. The delicious smell reached her nose and all she could do was soak in the heavenly smell as she hummed, "my favorite."

Tony eyed her, clarifying as he began to pick up the utensils. "Mine too, that's why I had it made for me. You should be getting a salad or something."

Mickey in response pouted her lips, tilting her head and staring at him with wide eyes, "I'm hungry and that looks real tasty."

Tony stared at her, like he couldn't believe she was doing this to him. Mickey doubted it would work but she really wanted to try the delicious smelling pasta so she blinked her big brown eyes a few more times, holding back the laughter.

Tony laughed softly, sliding the plate over her way with a defeated sigh and leaning back, "fine, have at it."

Mickey clapped her hands, childishly giggling as she instantly took her own utensils and dug in while Tony watched her with slight annoyance. She looked at him with a soft smile and said, "see you can be nice too."

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Peter Parker walked up the stairs to the small apartment he shared with his Aunt May, the young teenager still in absolute awe of the luxury car parked directly in front of his home. He wondered which of his neighbors had a visitor and if so, who could it be?

Cars like those were only seen in Manhattan and the Upper East, a luxury that Peter wasn't accustomed too. His hand had almost dared to touch the matted black color of the Audi, imagining how smooth the metal must have felt. He had been so close until snapping back and realizing that if he committed one error him and Aunt May would be in more trouble then he could handle.

His eyes felt tired, sleep weighing heavy on his conscious as the last nights occurrences passed through his head. William Vanguard was the latest of petty criminals he had managed to stop in Queens, the older man was now somewhere in a cell seething in anger all because of one brightly dressed superhero, he had no idea just who truly was behind the mask.

Peter scrapped his key inside the lock of his home, in hopes that Aunt May had prepared him a sandwich before he'd take an hour nap and get to work. The hard drums to his favorite band blasted into the one earphone he had stuck to his ear which kept him awake as well as the giddy feeling he had at the DVD player he had uncovered on his walk home.

"Hey, Aunt May."

May Parker looked up, her bright smile moving from the pretty brunette teenager and her mentor towards her nephew who hadn't looked at them just yet. "Mmm. Hey. How was school today?"

Peter seemed ecstatic as he walked into the family room already buzzing, "Okay. This crazy car parked outside..."

His eyes landed on none other then Tony Stark who turned from his direction next to Aunt May, his lips were pressed into a knowing smile as he greeted the teenager. "Oh, Mr. Parker."

"Um..." Peter seemed to finally grasp that Tony Stark, the Tony Stark, was in his own home greeting him. He yanked out the earphone and stood a little taller as his voice was a little louder.  "What- What are you doing...? Hey! Uh, I'm-I'm-I'm Peter."

"Tony." Stark stood to greet the teenage boy with a handshake. He shook his hand with slight pressure, noting how completely unaffected the boy was by this. He turned back just as the sound heels scratched the wooden floor and from behind him uncovered a girl.

She wasn't just any girl, in fact, she wasn't like anyone he had ever seen. Peter had seen his fair share of beautiful girls like Liz Allen but somehow she seemed different, exotic, was the old word he could one up with. She was shorter then Liz, her skin was an olive toned that made it seemed like she spent an endless array of time in the sun. Her face was catlike, striking almond eyes uncanny to a feline as the dark brown to them almost seemed onyx. To say the least, this girl made Peter more of a nervous wreck then he already was around girls.

Mickey smirked, so this was the infamous Spider-Man, she thought to herself as she stepped closer and sized him up. He was cute, in a nerdy way she could see the innocence radiated off him. His hair was styled very messily, like he'd run a few swipes of hair gel into it before running out the door of his home. Peter was wearing baggy clothes she could tell was his way of hiding the muscle definition he had recently gained.

Most importantly she could tell how his eyes were almost mystified the closer she got, his pupils widening the moment they'd met eyes and she felt pride in that. Men and boys alike had seemed to have similar reactions since she'd fully grown into her body and instead of trying to minimize the impact her father had taught her how to use it to her advantage. Charles had wanted his daughter to be prepared for any situation and that included the dangers of being a women, however he intended on the danger to be Mickey herself.

The gleam in her nearly black eyes was highlighted as she lifted her hand up to shake, Tony between them as he watched Peter's eyes almost pop out of his skull. He knew Mickey was thriving, manipulation was her game and she'd just won the first round. Her smirked turned into an innocent grin, "Marilyn Morales, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tony's been talking about you the whole way here."

Tony eyed her, warning that her innuendos be kept at a minimum as Peter formed coherent words in his head before finally speaking two words, "my pleasure."

Mickey held back her grin as Tony rolled his eyes beside her.

She took her hand back and Peter finally realized he had no clue why they were here. "What are... What are you - What are you - What are you doing here?" Parker stammered.

Mickey took a step back, walking over towards her cup of coffee Aunt May had served her and sat down again. Peter watched as she strode off, wondering why she was with the IronMan. Tony, fortunately seemed more then willing to answer his question as he stepped Into his line of vision and blocked Mickey. "It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right?"

Peter Was confused but decided to go along with it, "Yeah. Yeah."

"Right?"

"Regarding the..." Peter drifted off as he slowly came to the realization that maybe this wasn't what it appeared to be.

Aunt May eyed Mickey— or Marylin as she knew her, her eyebrow lifting in a suggestive manner. Aunt May had seen the way her nephew had looked at the brunette. She couldn't help but also notice the distinctive look in Mickey's eyes as well, and when the girl caught her she rolled her lips into her mouth and tilted her head.

Aunt May decided to stay quiet, although she did think the prestige brunette was a good fit next to her nephew. She looked back towards Peter and said, "you didn't tell me about the grant."

"About the grant?" Peter looked confused and Mickey did her best to hide the grin on her lips.

"The September Foundation." Tony clarified.

"Right." Peter nodded along.

"Yeah. Remember when you applied?" Mickey quipped, her facial expression having dropped into pure mischief now.

Peter could only blink at her expression. "Yeah."

"I approved, so now we're in business." Tony wittily answered.

"You didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?" Aunt May looked towards the brunette, "Marilyn here filled me in on everything! She's going to be your mentor and aid!"

"She is?" Peter looked at the brunette who stood and smiled, with her arms pressed behind her back she looked like the girl next door but he couldn't get past the gleam in her eyes.

"Mi—Marilyn is our brightest at the foundation and she has the job to help you establish yourself." Tony falsely stated although it was so smooth no one but Mickey caught it. She wondered what it felt like, he sounded genuine but of course he was an expert liar.

"Oh Peter! Why didn't you tell me!" Aunt May restated and looked at her nephew once more, she was so excited

"Why, I just, I just... I just know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know... wh... Anyway, what did I apply for?" Peter wasn't as great of a liar, which Mickey already knew from their first few moments together.

"That's what we're here to hash out." Tony answered.

"Okay. Hash, hash out, okay." Peter said again, almost like he was trying to believe the lie himself.

"Relax Peter, I promise you it's fun." Mickey chuckled lightly and somehow this innocent laugh managed to convince the teenage boy just enough so he would stop being so tense.

"Fun? Okay." He swallowed, staring at her face as if he could recognize her from somewhere.

"It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt." Tony broke him out of his thoughts, his thumb pointed at May's direction.

May blushed, clearly not having expected the thoughtful comment. "Yeah, well, we come in all shapes and sizes, you know?"

Tony took a step closer and murmured. "This walnut date loaf is exceptional."

Mickey crinkled her nose, the idea of Tony flirting was not appealing. She had been listening to him charm the pants off May Parker for the last half hour and it was like having her ears pulled repeatedly. The thought of Tony Stark actually trying to charm the women made her skin crawl, it was almost as bad as watching her own father try too.

Peter  clearly didn't like it either, he seemed slightly protective as his weak voice cut it short. "Let me just stop you there."

Tony seemed to have intentionally wanted this as he looked back. "Yeah?"

"Is this grant, like, got money involved or whatever? No?" He looked between Peter and Mickey, clearly having taken notice of both their nice outfits and the pearl necklace around Mickey's neck.

She snorted, her hand pulling at the thin chain and stating, "if it doesn't them my student loans are through the roof right now."

Tony nodded, "It's pretty well funded."

"Wow." Peter mouthed as his aunt nodded in happiness.

"Look who you're talking to." Tony references himself before looking back at the guardian as he points towards Peter. "Can I have 5 minutes with him?"

May nodded and the two walked into the room while Mickey smiled at the aunt, "if you'll excuse me I'll join them."

"Go ahead," Aunt May nodded, finding her manners endearing.

Mickey stood and walked towards the bedroom door which had just shut, Tony was definitely going to need her help convincing a 16 year old boy to join them.

"Yeah, I was... Anyway, look, um, I definitely did not apply for your grant." Peter was sitting on his bed, trying to explain the situation to Tony.

"It's alright, I'm not the president of whatever this foundation is." Mickey stepped into the room, a playful smile on her lips as she shut the door and leaned back on it. "Oh and while we're at it my names Mickey, not Marilyn, no one calls me that."

"Ah-ah! Me first." Tony interrupted them both.

Peter was distracted by the shift in her personality though, how subtle the changes were that one by one you couldn't have been able to tell but together he could just see it, this Mickey wasn't the same girl he'd met 5 minutes ago. He swallowed the lump in his throats at her new nature and nodded his head, realizing that without explanations he would get nowhere. "Okay."

"Quick question of the rhetorical variety." Tony states, pulling out his phone and tapping a few times before a video popped up. Mickey had already seen it on her way here and laughed a few dozen times at the Spider-Man's idiotic nature and his outfit. "That's you, right?"

Peter stood from his bed and shook his head repeatedly, clearly he wasn't convincing anyone though. "Um, no. What do you. What do you mean?"

"Peter, honey, don't lie. I could be Stevie Wonder and figure out that's you." Mickey deadpanned.

"Yeah. Look at you go. Wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills." Tony quipped with a smile as he looked back to the teenager.

Peter continued to deny despite the evidence piling up. "That's all- That's all on Youtube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer."

Mickey walked forward without him noticing and bumped his hip with her own, he jumped and turned in her direction. Her dry stare was unforgiving as she stated, "don't lie. I didn't come back here to get lied too."

"Who are you?" Peter snapped back.

This earned him a narrowed stare, one in which the brunette slowly walked around him. Peter was suddenly struck with fear, reminded of the discovery channel where the cheetah viewed her prey. Mickey was the cheetah in this situation and he was the defenseless creature on the verge of an attack. He didn't know if this was exciting or terrifying but somehow he found himself unable to take his eyes off her.

"Mickey, or lockout if you must know." She clarified.

Peter racked his brain as the name became so familiar it stirred past memories up. He remembered the local news after the Alien attack in Manhattan the original members of the Avengers being called brave heroes for defending the world and then one very familiar looking brunette. She had been sought out for her actions in the war, of course she was a lot younger then and her features had shifted through puberty but he could still make out her eyes.

"You were there," Peter stated, remembering how he'd seen her in some of the few clips of the incident in Germany as well. She stood next to an odd man who had since been named Loki.

"New York, Sokovia, D.C., and various other places. I'm a good guy so don't sweat it," she patted his shoulder and then took a seat on his bed.

Her legs crossed and Peter briefly looked down as his cheeks reddened and Mickey's smirk only grew wider. He was definitely in the palm of her hand.

The two hadn't even noticed Tony's glance around the room until he had yanked at something and from above fell the famous Spider-Man suit. "Oh, what have we here?"

Peter shot across the room and shoved the suit out of view as he slowly came to the realization that they knew. "Uh... That's a..."

"You're the... Spider... ling. Crime-fighting Spider... You're Spider-Boy?" Tony rhetorically questioned.

Peter seemed defensive of the name as he crossed his arms and corrected. "S... Spider-Man."

"Not in that onesie, you're not." Tony sassed

Mickey had walked over towards the closet and plucked it back out, her nose upturning at the cheap material, "to be a onesie it would need to be made out of comfortable material... this looks like it's made out of a garbage bag."

Peter turned towards her, suddenly realizing how close he was and snatching the thing out of her hand before she could move further away. "It's not a onesie and it's quite comfy." Tony surprised him by grasping the thing again and examining it."I don't believe this. I was actually having a real good day today, you know, Mr. Stark. Didn't miss my train, this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there and... Algebra test. Nailed it!"

"Your life is so bland, you could have at least stolen the DVD player." Mickey snorted.

Tony patted her arm, a sign to stay silent as he sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Peter sighed but followed and took a seat. "Who else knows? Anybody?"

"Nobody." Peter responded and it slightly shocked Mickey. Heroes tended to have one confidant, someone they could turn too but it appeared Peter had his shoulders heavy with his own solidarity, she respected him more after that.

"Not even your... unusually attractive aunt?" Tony decided to keep the air light as he commented on Aunt May. Mickey had to admit though, she hoped to look like that at her age.

Peter stood with slight anxiety and repeated, "No. No, no. No, no. If she knew, she would freak out. And when she freaks out, I freak out."

Mickey flickered her eyes towards Tony, suddenly emotions overwhelming her as she remembered when she'd first been in danger because of her powers. Charles and her had almost been caught in the Middle East, Ross had nearly closed them in and she had no choice but to use as much of her powers as possible. Her father's face that day as they were nearly cornered would be something she never forgot. Tony seemed to take notice of this and decided to change the subject. "You know what I think is really cool? This webbing. That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?"

"I did." Peter responded.

"Climbing the walls, how you doing that? Cohesive gloves."

"It's a long story. I was uh..."

Tony had the goggles in his hands now and placed them over his own eyes for a moment, "Jesus! Can you even see in these?"

Peter grabbed them and held them tightly, "Yes. Yes, I can! I can. I can-I can see in those. Okay? It's just that... when whatever happened, happened... it's like my senses have been dialled to 11. There's way too much input, so... they just kinda help me focus."

Mickey looked towards Tony who pushed the suit behind him. "You're in dire need of an upgrade."

"And a fashion upgrade," Mickey wrinkled her nose to show her distaste for the suit. The colors were nice but she definitely could get ahold of some of the material from her own suit to help. Peter looked at her softly, and she patted his shoulder once more, "I have a thing for fashion, plus Tony isn't the only genius. I could find you something that would give wedgies and allows you full access of your movements."

"Systemic, top to bottom. 100-point restoration." Tony lifted his finger and nodded alongside her. "That's why I'm here. Why you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?"

Peter thought this over for a moment, fidgeting with his hands as he came up with the right answer. "Because... Because l've been me my whole life, and l've had these powers for 6 months."

"Mm-Hm." Tony hummed along.

"I read books, I build computers... And-And yeah. I would love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now."

"Sure, because you're different." Mickey agreed.

Peter nodded his head, "Exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. When you can do the things that I can, but you don't... and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you."

Mickey blinked, sucking in a cold breath and walking towards the window as her arms grew with chills. Peter was right, bad things did tend to happen because of what a hero was. She only had herself to blame for all the past struggles she'd overcome and so did Peter. Luckily, he seemed to have been a quick learner compared to her but even so the pain was evident in his eyes.

Peter trailed his eyes as he watched her facade slowly crack, the room grew silent for a moment as he watched her shuffle on her feet and slowly slink into the window before catching his eye. She offered him a sad smile, one that showed she could identify his pain.

Tony from beside Peter also seemed to have been effected but he recovered enough so to gain both their interests as he squeezed the top of Peters shoulder. "So you wanna look out for the little guy. You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, all that, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah just looking out... for the little guy. That's-That's what it is."

"You got a passport?"

Peter was confused. "Uh, no. I don't even have a driver's license."

"You ever been to Germany?"

"No."

"Oh, you'll love it." Tony nodded his head.

Peters incredulous look was followed by his abrupt stand and a shake of disapproval from Mickey who couldn't believe this was the way Tony would tell the boy. "I can't go to Germany!"

"Why?" Tony scoffed.

"I got... homework." Peters sad excuse was met with a string of giggles from Mickey.

"That is golden, wow, I should have used that when you came for me." She commented, finding it adorable how innocent this boy truly was.

Tony shook his head and dismissed it, "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

"I'm-I'm being serious! I can't just drop out of school!" Peter said a little louder.

Tony was being caring at this point as he began to walk towards the door. "Might be a little dangerous. Better tell Aunt Hottie I'm taking you on a field trip."

Peter surprised them both by turning on his heel and webbing the man's hand to the door just as it went to turn the knob. His voice was deeper and full of a warning. "Don't tell Aunt May."

"That was... not at all expected but very happily received." Mickey commented and Peter was slightly shocked at her compliment.

"Alright, Spider-Man." Tony agrees, honestly looking at the kid before stating. "Get me out of this."

Peter nodded. "Sorry, I'll get the..."

"Not you," Tony clarified and then looked towards the brunette. "Mickey."

"Could you maybe web his mouth shut for the trip back?" She bumped her hip against Peter, playfully eyeing him as he swallowed thickly at her comfortable move. Tony gave her a dirty stare and she scoffed, "fine, fine."

Peter watched her with curiosity, her side brushing up against him as she passed by. His room was quite small and as she passed her coconut scented lotion wafted through his senses, the smell alluring him as she came just a bit too close. Once again he found that the knot in his throats did not want to disappear and he forced it down, watching as she twirled on her hip and said, "wanna see my party trick?"

"Lockout?" Tony muttered, emphasizing he wanted to be released.

She turned back, eyes trained on Peter as her hand lifted and she said, "the reason they call me lockout is because no place can keep me. I'm never locked out, I'm always the key."

Her hand touched the surface of the web, and slowly it began to dissolve into it, until her hand was gone and nothing but the wrist up was visible. Tony didn't seem concerned at this, impatiently waiting to be free. Her hand slipped up a short second later and out popped his own, the web dropping to the single knob.

"I'm what you call a teleported slash intangible." Mickey smirked and suddenly Peter had felt like it was the first time he was seeing the impossible.

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Okay but they've met and I already love them.

Meter? Pickey?