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   "Can I get a selfie with you?"

   "No."

   Harley watched the man walked away confusedly from you. "That was a little harsh." He told you.

   "I know, but give me some peace. I can't go out a day without someone wanting a picture and I just had a bad day..." You signed. Open the pages of the menu in this Japanese restaurant.

   "Wanna talk about it?"

   "About what..."

   "Well, you can start from how you survived the bullet right through the chest."

   "Yeah, I don't even exactly know how." You shrugged, zipping up your jacket to cover up the nanoreactor. "I thought I'd die for sure, but then I didn't. Maybe I actually died... maybe we're in the matrix."

   "..." Harley looked at you, feeling a little concern.

   "What about you? How have you been?"

   He shook his head. "Nothing new, actually. I was just chilling when that video of you was leaked, I thought you actually died and I teared up."

   "Aw, thanks... If I had, you're invited to my funeral."

   "Don't say things like that and eat the sushi." He fed you the sushi and you heard a camera's flashes.

   "What was that?" Harley looked around nervously, trying to find where it came from, then he noticed you weren't panic at all.

   "It's just the paparazzi. And my glasses told me they already left by the van, there's no point in chasing anyway." You pointed at the van racing in the road outside the restaurant.

   "Well... it's probably okay right. I'm just your friend."

   "The article will be something like I cheat on Peter though." You said with a dead face.

   "Where is all your will to live?" He asked.

   "Gone." You moaned tiredly.

   "So..." Harley muttered. "What happened between you and Peter Parker?"

   "Turns out it's more difficult for two superheroes to be in love than what I thought."

   "...He's a superhero too?"

   "..."

   "..."

   "I did an oopsie."

   "I won't tell. But I had my doubts though."

   "You did?" You blinked confusedly.

   "Well, there are many pictures of you and," He lowered his voice down. "Spider-man fighting together, and the way you talk to him felt very relaxed, so I figured Spider-man's someone very close to you. Therefore: Peter Parker."

   "Sherlock's gonna lose his job." You smirked.

   "Nah, It's just because I know you personally." He smiled casually.

   "Yeah... it's nothing actually, we always fight, we'll get over it. I think I'll feel less dead inside when I open my potato factory, oh yes! I am making potatoes snacks! You definitely need to come to the opening day!"

   Then the two of you talked until the sunset, silly things and nonsenses. With the power of money, you ordered yourself a sake even though you're too young. And got drunk, jamming and dancing YMCA with Harley.

   But the place has to close, so the day was done, the two of you walked out of the restaurant and stopped to talk at the sidewalk.

   "Yeah, thank you for still, I don't know, remember me? Last year has been quite a roller coasters. I exposed my own identity, became Iron girl, killed my ex best friend and dated Spider-man. Almost forgot how before used to feel like, spending them with you."

   "I'm here when you need me."

   "You too. If you need anything just ask. I've got your back. That's what best friend do."

   "That's what best friend do." He repeated.

   You exchanged hugs and split up on your way homes. Harley hopped on his motorcycle, waved at you before you flew away up in the sky. Sure he was a little too young to drive a motorcycle but then again you were too young to fly in an Iron suit as well.

   He smiled a little, he loves you genuinely as a friend. He then put his helmet on, when someone walked his way.

   "Hey! Excuse me!" The someone yelled.

   Harley looked behind him to see if he was really who she talked to, but the street was dark and empty, the only light was from the neon of the Japanese restaurant.

   "Yes?" He yelled back.

   "We need to talk."

   "I don't really wanna though..."

   She walked into the light and smiled, something weirdly tricker him to think that was you for a short second then he realized she just dressed similarly.

   "If you're close to her, then we need to be close as well." She chuckled. "I'm Justine Hammer, and you must be Harley Keener."

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   "Fuck airpods."

   "What?" Tony Stark almost yelled out as he was just in the kitchen at three am, eating all the ice-cream in the fridge when his daughter came out of the blue, wearing her gadgets, holding her tools, looking woke as hell when it was time for normies to sleep.

   "I made a brand new thing, called Starkpods. It will be a souvenir on the opening day of the Potato factory." You put them in your ears, it looked as if made of red crystals, and has a glowing white light out of it. Tony would have been so impressed if he wasn't so overtaken by confusion.

"(Y/n), it's about to be 4 in the morning. What are you still doing up late?"

"I'm having difficulty sleeping so, instead of wasting my time on the bed, I made Starkpods!"

You threw one of that at him, he caught it then you took his ice cream and ate it all.

"Are you alright daughter?" He asked.

"I'm fabulously amazing. My brain at nighttime is doing it's 100 percent work, If I'd know I'm this smart after midnight I would never have sleep, ever." You ate another bowl of Ice-cream from the fridge. Then noticed the floor was not clean and went to get a broom.

"How long have you been up?"

"Did you know I designed the whole Potato factory that has a self-management system yesterday within just one night. I already sent the plans over, they're building it right now. Are you proud of me?" You were so energetic, you started forcing your dad to dance with.

"Stop!" He sandwiched your face with his palms. "Specifically, how long have you been up?!"

"...I haven't slept, not at all. Ever since I woke up after I almost died."

   "What?!"

   "Yeah!"

   "Why?!"

   "Because I-- don't know, I just can't rest. Sometimes that's that."

   He sighed. "You can't be like 2013 me, don't repeat my footsteps, okay?! My path is terrible. You have to be better than me."

   "I can't be better than you, what are you talking about? That's a very high standard."

   "If you see bad as good then what? Civil war next, huh? Go fight Captain! I'm saying this because I'm worried about you, (Y/n), I've been trying so hard so you won't repeat my footsteps, but I guess ever since the school show everything got out of control now."

   "Can we not do this? We've been fighting over this topic for months. This is going nowhere."

   The two Starks looked at each other in the dimming light of the refrigerator with empty Ice-cream bowls all over the table. Then the tension dropped down.

   "Yeah I agree. Do your thing. Don't sleep if you can't I guess." He shrugged.

   "Thanks, dad, I'll be okay."

   "Love the Starkpods. Love you more." He rubbed your head.

   "Goodnight." You smiled.

   The Starks have figured a way to end an argument in 5 seconds, and it worked. You went back to being energetic and ran back to your lab.

   With the factory and Starkpods done, you spun in your chair, holding a pen with your mouth. You groaned boring noises out and noticed a flash drive Justine Hammer gave to you on the table.

   Well, it wouldn't hurt.

   You plucked the flash drive in, and a holographic screen of information panned out across the room.

   "What even am I looking at?" You asked yourself but (N/n) thought you asked her.

   "Seems to be a list of names."

   "I see that darling, but why did she give me this?"

   "Who was she? My program was rebooting when you met her. Do you want me to run some background check on her?"

   "Why do you even have to reboot your program? And no, I need to focus on my factory, this weird girl can't get on my nerves."

   "Are you sure?"

   "I am." You took out the flash drive and threw it across the room. "I'm not even gonna give her attention. Let's design a new version of my super watch!"

   Then you worked until the sunrise, wearing the newest super watch and Starkpods, you didn't have anything to do, so you figured since your name is still in school, you should go for a class to kill some boredom.

   You took a bath, traveled by your armor to school. You scanned the whole neighborhood with a drone to make sure there will be no sniper around, then walked into the school with your suit walking behind you, secretly scanning for Peter.

   "(Y/n)!" Ned yelled at you.

   "Neddie!" You waved back, Ned ran to you.

   "Where's Peter?" He smiled.

   "We... got in a fight."

   "Oh no... is he dead?"

   "No! Not that kind of fight. And thanks for assuming I would win if I fight him in a combat."

   Ned sighed in relief. "Did you guys break up? Because a picture of you and a tall, pretty good looking dude was all over the internet yesterday. They call him the sushi guy because he fed you sushi."

   You chuckled. "He's my friend, and no I just put us in a break, I guess."

   "There he is!" Ned pointed at the gate, Peter just walked in, looking sad and lack of sleep.

   You guys shared stares.

   Then pouts at each other.

   "Oh, it's that bad." Ned said.

   "Yeah, it is. This can't get any worse."

   But you were wrong.

   A car parked again in front of the gates, it brought itself quite an attention by how luxurious it was. Justine, freaking, Hammer walked out of it, took her sunglasses off, and slicked her hair back.

   "What the fuck..." You whispered as you realized she dyed her hair to your color.

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What do you call it when Peter Quill has nothing to do?