Pre - Infinity War. Let's just forget that even happens and hop right on.
Beatrice Willow felt like her world should end. Until Spiderman changed that. She's taken in by Tony Stark, who treats her and Peter like little kids. That is until they figu...
"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)
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(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.
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"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."
