Once I send the text, I realize Speedster used my real name. I never told them my real name. When my text sends, I hear a phone chime. I look at Mr. Stark, who pinches his nose. "... That's how you knew." I gape at him.
"Yes, that and Cap. He says, lowering his hand, "when you met him and Natasha the day you were late to school."
"..." I'm speechless. I open and shut my mouth. "So, y'all don't hate me for constantly making jabs and insults at everyone?"
Mr. Stark smiles softly, "Oh, no. We insult each other anyway."
"Then I'll continue with the insults?" I laugh.
He just shakes his head. The car comes to a stop. Mr. Stark gets out, and I follow. I gape, looking up at the Avengers Tower after taking my duffel bag from Happy. "Come on, kid." Mr. Start nods in the direction on the doors. I take a deep breath and follow him.
Avengers POV:
BW Spy: Peitro!
Speedster: I'm sorry!
Old Man: We'll be lucky if she doesn't notice
Dr. Green: She'll notice, she's not that dumb
Buck: She might not, she is that oblivious
Speedster: I'm SORRY!!!
Peter POV:
I walk into the lobby after the elevator opens, Pepper Potts walking next to me. I look up and see Harper standing next to Happy and Mr. Start. She has a duffel bag hanging on her shoulder, her cat Ivy in her arms. They're talking with the receptionist. "Harper!" I call, hurrying over. She looks up, her blue eyes meeting mine. I hug her, careful not to squish Ivy.
"Peter- what? it's almost 10, why are you here?" She asks, leaning into my hug.
"Oh, well, I was working on some tech in a lab, then Mr. Stark asked me about you and your mom-" I pull away to look at her, "And I wanted to wait to make sure you were safe- God, are you ok?" I ramble.
"I'm okay, breathe," she smiles softly, rubbing my arm.
I study her, "you sure? I was really worried about you."
She nods, brushing her light blonde hair out of her face.
Ms. Potts stops talking to Mr. Stark and stands next to us. "Hey, Harper, I'm Ms. Potts. You can call me Pepper."
"Hi," says Harper.
"I'll show you to your room. Peter, Harry will drive you home." Says Ms. Potts
"Oh, okay" I nod. I give Harper a quick hug, "Text me, ok?"
She nods, "I will."
I pull away and go with Happy to the car.
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Wrong Number
FanfictionHarper Portman texts the wrong number. PLATONIC TW: abuse, angst. Slight eating disorder and thoughts of SH later on. I'll put a warning before anything that might be triggering ((I don't own any characters from the mcu,) Story Rankings Mo...
