CHAPTER TWO

After a very uneventful night, I left home at 9:45 so I could get to Times Square with plenty of time to spare. The cold air bit at my skin and I pulled my coat tighter around me. The tourists were particularly swarmish and I felt as if I was being suffocated by idiots with selfie sticks.

I stood in front of the red stairs and pulled out my phone. Only a few minutes after I opened Instagram, a pair of hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who." A voice whispered in my ear. I smiled and turned around to see the hazel eyes of Peter Parker. He smirked and I felt my face heat up a smidge. He was wearing street clothes and he looked super attractive. He had on a Back to the Future shirt and a sweatshirt/jacket combination. Combine that with the Vans and the khakis, Peter looked hot. His glasses made him look dorky too, which was cute.

I suddenly realized I was staring and my shoes became very interesting. Peter cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You ready?" He asked. I nodded. Peter grabbed my hand and ran off towards the old Avengers Tower.

Together, we sprinted as fast as we could. Peter was surprisingly fast and I had to work to keep up.

Finally we reached the base of the tower to see a black van waiting for us. Peter led me over to the van and opened the door. "After you." He said. I smirked and climbed in.

"You better not be staring at my butt." I shouted. Peter chuckled.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied. I sat down and gave him the stink eye.

"You're a teenage boy. That's all you do." I teased. Peter gasped, clutching his chest in fake agony.

"I feel hurt!" He fell back on the bench seat. I snorted. Peter popped back up and nudged my shoulder.

"So you ready for this?" He asked. I shrugged. "You don't talk much do you?" He said.

"I do, just not to strangers."

"We aren't strangers! You kissed me last night, remember?" He said. At the thought, I felt my lips curve into a sly smile.

"Yeah... And?" I said huskily. Peter's face got red. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy." I teased.

"I uh, no? I don't know!" Peter spluttered. I laughed.

"I'm teasing you. Chill." I said. Peter nodded and cleared his throat.

"Right." He looked down at his shoes. "So, when we get there, they are gonna give you a security check, which means no weapons are allowed inside until you get cleared."

I groaned. "But my knife is like my child! I can't leave it!" I cried. Peter chuckled.

"It's either that or getting attacked by agents with Tasers." He said. I pulled my knife out of my sleeve.

"I'm just gonna carry it." I said. Peter laughed.

A lot of awkward minutes later, we had arrived at the gate. Peter leaned up to the driver and waved. "They know me." He said. I snorted.

After we unloaded, I got to endure an uncomfortable security check up and they confiscated my knife.

"Margot!" Peter yelled. I ran down the hallway and Peter put his hands on my shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman and take your coat for you, geez." Peter replied. I stared at my feet and unbuttoned my coat.

"Sorry." I mumbled. Peter didn't say anything and slipped my coat from my arms. "Peter, why are you so nice?"

"I was raised that way, I guess." He muttered, putting my coat in the closet. "My aunt and uncle always told me to treat a lady like a princess and a man like a friend. It was one of the things they made sure I could do without thinking." He took my hand and we started walking down the hallway. "Even after my uncle died, I always used his rulebook. And then when-," Peter's voice cracked and he looked away. "Never mind. Just, you know why." His voice was shaking. I decided to ask later and kept my mouth shut.

"My parents always told me to let the boys be gentlemen. I used to be the kid who wouldn't let guys open the door for me or pull out my chair." I chuckled at the thought. Peter smirked. "Now I reluctantly allow it."

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but then a door opened.

"Margot. I've been expecting you." Tony Stark said, a smile on his face. My jaw hit the floor.

"You're Tony Stark!" I squeaked. Peter face palmed and Tony laughed.

"Well, I hope so." He said. My face got really red. Tony stepped aside and motioned for us to come in. Sitting at a table were Black Widow, Black Panther, War Machine, and The Vision. Peter led me to a seat and we sat down at the same time.

"Welcome to the meeting everyone." Tony said, taking his place at the front of the room.

After the meeting, one of the agents took me and Peter to a pair of rooms. He told us that we would be staying there for the time being. Peter smiled at me and leaned in front of my doorframe. "You wanna go down to the training room later? After we bring your stuff here of course." He said. I shrugged.

"I dunno. I don't wanna hurt you." I teased. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Please. I could take you." He scoffed.

"Not with the electric claws you couldn't." I shot back. We stared at each other for a good minute until Tony walked past.

"Just kiss already you two. The tension is killing me." He yelled. Peter's face went bright red and I looked down at my shoes. Natasha followed after him.

"If you guys wanna join me later, I'm going to training. You can get up close and personal there." She said. Peter buried his face in his hands.

"I'm just gonna go fly back to get my stuff." I said and ducked into my room.

This was gonna be a long however long I was going to be a part of Team Stark.