Title: Trouble By Design

Rated T for mild swearing and probably violence later on, because honestly, people swear more casually than any of us like to admit… (save for those people who swear as often as they can to prove they're "something else" that is)

Disclaimer: Still don't own Spidy

Also ALSO This was the first idea I had in my mind when writing this, but originally Adeline was a music nerd instead and was playing with a smooth jazz group but obviously that didn't happen because I wanted her to retain my cooking skills and some good science skill over my instrumental skills. Also I've started writing a Naruto fic and my OC will be a music nerd so I'm expressing myself with that lololol. Anyways, Toodles for now! Scandalous I'm not listening to Cage the Elephant when writing this :P

"Now I'm under your spell, trapped in a lie"

"Adeline hurry your ass up and finish with the devilled eggs appetizers!" my boss yelled at me, my face scrunched as I angrily moved the piping bag from egg to egg.

"Yeah Yeah I've got like, ten left, having one person do all the appetizers was not the most efficient move Mary!" I yelled back, making sure to speedily swirl the bag around to put a little yellow filling in each tiny half egg with the yolk sauce thing, "Done!" I shouted to my boss, Mary, sprinkling a bit of crushed red pepper and salt over the devilled eggs for a tiny kick and presentation. Within a second Mary was looking over my shoulder to make sure nothing was wrong with them, she nodded in approval and I grinned.

"Don't try to speed perfection boss, you should know that because you always tell us that in the regular restaurant," she rolled her eyes at me. I had been working for Mary's food services since I was 13, taken in so young only as a bus boy(girl) and for under minimum wage pay, but over my five or so years working I have steadily moved up to a chef, not head or assistant, those spots were reserved for full time workers. Tonight we had been hired to cook for, surprise surprise, Harry prick's welcome back to the states party. My boss, Mary was definitely more stressed than normal, if we messed up here Oscorp would not only never hire us again, but we would be given a very, very, poor reputation. Hell the only reason Mary got this job was because Oscorp was trying to promote local businesses and we were the best reviewed! We couldn't let that happen at any costs, as Mary literally depended on this business for her family and I depended on it for half of our household taxes. Everyone was feeling the pressure, most in similar situations to us, but luckily so far only Mary was really expressing the stress, all her employees understanding where she was coming from and not argueing with her. That, for the most part, included me, I couldn't hold back my sass.

"Hurry up and hand the food over to Tim already will ya?" I chuckled at her response, moving over to the black haired teen. He gave me a nod and escaped the kitchen to walk around with the devilled eggs for the rich pricks. I cleaned up the area and started helping Jamea, the head cook, make the actual meal for everyone.

We started by heating up the minestrone soup we made last night, a godsend as tonight we didn't have to worry about then making it now, and as that heated we began our main dishes and sides, just some including Tuscan Lamb, Eggplant parmesan, mashed potatoes and a variety of vegetables. Once the meat was cooking steady we tossed together the salad with our homemade dressing. In it's entirety the meal took about two hours to make, and we prepared it just in time for the parties sit down dinner. The entire process was actually rather like a wedding reception, just with higher stakes. The thought calmed me down and when it was finally time to hand out the food I took a deep breath, grabbing a platter of appetizers and following out my coworkers to hand out the food.

I moved through the crowd easily, used to the atmosphere but not used to the stuffy people. I made sure to stay away from the leech himself as I emptied my serving platter before heading back to the kitchen to get more food. This process continued a few times, each time my platter ending up with no extra food.

Well at least it seems like they all like the food.

I surveyed the area again, determined to keep to my childish anger and stay away from Harry. But unlike the other times before, I couldn't see him in the area. My heart sped in panic for a moment before I realized that maybe he was just in the bathroom or something. I took a deep breath to calm myself before turning around on my heel to go get more appetizers. I paused in my tracks when I realized who was just behind me.

In a strapping suit and nicely combed hair stood the man the myth the legend himself, Harry Osborn. I paused in my tracks, my muscles tensing as we spent a moment staring at each other. I broke first, coughing a bit before taking a step to my right.

"Excuse me sir, I need to get more appetizers." I tried, and failed, to keep the venom out of my voice. But Harry wouldn't let me pass, taking a step to his left to block me.

"Wait Adeline, I didn't know you'd be working at my party." He said, getting straight to the point, and I scowled a bit.

"Well maybe if you had heard me out I could've told you," I bit back, taking a step left to move around him but he once again blocked me.

"Well maybe if you had just told me instead of saying you'd be here anyways I would've been curious as to why your working here," He said, meeting my eyes and leaving me no room to escape, so i challenged him back.

"Alright, I'm sorry for beating around the bush and I'm sorry for not just saying the issue and if there's a next time I'll be sure not to make the same mistake, but you still should've had the respect to listen to me, or at least check my texts which immediately explained the situation," I spat out and Harry seemed to sigh.

"Okay, fine, maybe I should have at least checked your texts… and maybe heard you out," He sighed a bit here, "I'm sorry Adeline, next time I'll try not to make the same mistake as well." my face lit up, I didn't actually expect him to apologize for anything, especially since he was Harry Osborn, and Osborn's were rumored to never apologize. Ever. I guess Harry was a bit different. I smiled at him.

"Well then. Bygones are smygones." he raised an eyebrow, and chuckled a bit.

"What kind of a phrase is that?" I shrugged to him.

"You know, I'm not really sure, but let's let it happen," Harry full out laughed now and I grew confused at the reason, I sure wasn't funny enough for that.

"My bad, it's just I had thought you were coming here with someone, honestly i'm a bit surprised you're working with the catering." I smiled, holding the empty platter to my body.

"Is that why you were angry? You thought I was going to your party with someone else?" he didn't say anything and I laughed at his assumptions, "Honestly if that was the case you'd have already known that I was going right?"

"I guess," Harry responded and I let out a breath, the air was once again calm between us and I gave him a half smile, realizing I had been talking too long.

"I have to continue my work though, i think we'll be serving our first course soon as well, so I need to go," He nodded and finally got out of my way.

"I understand, I'll be seeing you around then right?" I nodded back to him.

"Definitely, I'll cya around!" I started walking back to the kitchen, ready to help pass out the minestrone prepared earlier. I returned the platter to the sink for a coworker to clean and helped get bowls out, filling them with soup and handing them to Tim, who would put them on serving trays that another co worker would bring out and serve to the guests of the party. Tim turned to me as he grabbed another bowl of soup from me.

"So you know Harry Osborn?" he asked and my lip quirked a bit upwards.

"Yeah, we became friends through a mutual friend actually," I replied, handing him another filled bowl of soup.

"That's fun then," He seemed to think for a moment, probably about to ask another question, but I stopped him, i wasn't really feeling getting into small talk, especially with him.

"Here's the last bowl of soup, I'm going to see i Jamea needs any more help while you take those out" I curtly said and walked off, leaving Tim with the bowls of soup.

I guess you're all wondering why I'm being so cold to my coworker, well here's a little backstory for ya. Two years ago a new worker joined Mary's catering workforce, this guy was what I once thought of as a cute guy. Tim. From being in close proximity and getting along real well we eventually decided to start dating. He was a sweet guy, would always give me gifts and was chill with me being friends with Peter and hanging out alot with Todd. But within a few months he got, weird to say the least. He started getting jealous of my other friends, demanding more and more of my time, and eventually we had a big enough argument to break up. However, to him, me saying that I broke up with him wasn't enough for him to believe that I really wanted him out of my life, so now instead he constantly asks what's up in my life. Mary knows, Jamea also knows, and they've helped me for the most part ignore him and they've tried to make sure our work schedules don't match up but on catering nights when the entire workforce is needed it's hardly possible to keep him completely away from me.

Annoying right?

Anyways, the rest of the night passed by rather speedily, probably from my effort to ignore Tim as well as the fact that Harry and I were able to easily make up, and before I knew it it was 9:00 pm and people were leaving the area. I went out and started cleaning up, wondering how much a cab fare was going to be considering it was too late to walk home by myself and the only person in my area was Tim, and like hell was I getting a ride from him, when the devil himself showed.

"Heeyyy Ada," Tim said, walking over to me in a gross sauntering fashion. In response I turned away and rolled my eyes.

"Ada, don't ignore me, don't you need a ride home?" he remarked, getting closer to me again.

"Nope, I have my own means of transportation," I clipped back, wiping down another table. His fat ass wasn't even helping me clean up.

"Babe don't be that way, let me give you a ride" he whined, the inflection in his voice fluctuating disgustingly as if to garner sympathy from me. Well he wouldn't get any from me.

"I will be that way if you ever call me babe again," I articulated, "now leave me alone I don't even want a ride from you."

"And why's that baby," I was about ready today punch him, after stabbing him and letting his guts spill out of course, however I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder and a familiar voice.

"Because I'm giving her a ride home," the man the myth the legend Harry Osborn said, I guess noticing my dilemma. I involuntarily relaxed under his grip as he and Tim started a weird glaring competition.

"Rich boy here, he's giving you a ride?" Tim uttered in what seemed to be slight disbelief.

"Yup," I popped the p and leaned a bit back into Harry (I swear it was in the moment, I still won't admit to a crush of any sorts), "that's what we were talking about earlier too, I wanted to confirm." Harry nodded as well and we both watched in amusement as Tim stomped off in obvious annoyance, probably to his car. As soon as he was out of sight I turned to face the Osborn heir.

"Thanks a bunch, you gave me the perfect out," I told him with a relieved smile, he answered with one of his own.

"No problem Adeline, it seemed you didn't really want to talk to him anyways," he paused a moment contemplating if he should push, "is there any story?" I grimaced, he had to push it didn't he?

"A bad Ex that doesn't understand the phrase 'get out of my life,'" I remarked snapped like, not really leaving any more room for Harry to comment, "I'm just about done, I just have to tell Mary, my boss, I'll be leaving." I stalked off towards the kitchen after Harry nodded, dropping off my cleaning napkin and my apron while putting on my winter coat. I waved a bye to Mary and Jamea, wishing them a goodnight before coming back out to the stylish upper class boy. He was still waiting for me, a bored looked on his face but it disappeared when I walked near him. He led us both out front where a car was, the same car that had drove me home the other day as well, and opened up the door for me. I got in this time with no complaints and waited for Harry to get in but somebody had come out and started talking to him. From their outfit I could tell it was an Oscorp worker and from the growing frown on Harry's face I could tell they were not saying something pleasing to him. He sighed almost dramatically and ran a hand through his smooth hair, and leaned into the car.

"My dad apparently needs to talk to me at this exact moment, so I can't ride with you," his frown deepened and I shrugged in consolation, "text me when you're home safe okay?" He ordered, his blue eyes catching my brown ones.

"Okay, I will," I affirmed with a half smile, honestly seeing him so displeased almost made me displeased. It was in that moment, with our eyes connected, and his head halfway in a car, that I scooted forward, and impulsively pecked him on the cheek.

It was quick, short, and I sat back as soon as it was over, so he was out of my reach.

Damn hormones.

I swear to you the smile on his face was 200% due to the obnoxious embarrassing blush on my face. I didn't let him say anything, talking first to avoid any more embarrassment. He started laughing.

"Well… errr… I need to get home," I coughed here in the middle, "thanks again for getting me out of earlier's situation." I couldn't look at him, I was entirely too humiliated, especially from his constant chuckles.

"Don't worry about it Ada," he said in between laughs, his voice a bit less heavy than before. Good. He realized I didn't want to say anything else so he closed the door for me.

Goddamn prick I can still hear his laughter from inside the car…

The car started moving and during the ride I thought about Harry and myself. I guess it would be unreasonable to deny the fact that I very obviously had a crush on the Osborn heir, but what did he think about me? I didn't think he had a crush on me.

Honestly that would be absurd.

A rich, very eligible guy with poor unkempt me? That's a joke. It's even more a joke when compared to the assumed people he's dated, obviously supermodels right? Anyways would it even be acceptable for someone like him to date someone like me? Honestly if a relationship happened, I'd probably just be a fling right? There's no way he'd take me seriously.

My thoughts were paused with the squad driver stopping in front of my house, I guess he remembered where I lived. I thanked him and tried to offer him some money (he adamantly refused) while dishing out my key. I walked up to my house and entered, Todd was in the living room, completely focused on playing Fallout.

I guess mom was out then.

I let out a sigh before taking a seat next to the teen, ruffling his hair and grabbing another controller, intent to play with him until my mom got home. But don't worry, I sent a text to Harry that I had gotten home before I started actually playing.

~Fin chapter cinco

ExTRA- omg I almost forgot this one D': Jamea's POV

The head chef peeked out of the kitchen, she had seen Tim go out knowing Adeline was already there cleaning. Now she knew the girl liked to deal with her own problems, and she wasn't intent on getting involved in her teenage coworkers drama, but if Tim did anything too rash, oh Jamea had it in for him. Adeline didn't deserve the harassment from him anyways.

Jamea's eyes narrowed on the boy as he approached the redhead, seeing how her face scrunched with annoyance as the black haired boy began talking. Adeline turned away and The boy followed her, making even Jamea's face wrinkle. But then something unexpected happened. The rich kid who's party they were at came up behind Ada, placing a hand on her shoulder. Jamea was ready to storm out, she knew the rumors that he was a playboy, and that he was (not so) secretly a douche. Honestly Jamea thought he was going over to try to pick the girl up, and she wasn't about to let that slide by. Surprisingly the girl relaxed into his hand, hell she even leaned back.

She knew him personally then.

Which opened a boatload of questions, but Jamea wouldn't pry immediately. Key word being 'immediately,' because ohoh she was going to interrogate the girl later. For now she continued watching the situation, surprised by the amount of animosity the rich kid had for Tim in their staring contest, if Jamea wasn't as good with subtleties as she was she would have dubbed the rich kid as possessive almost. The only thing that held back that notion was the way he let the girl go as soon as Tim had left, the way he smiled at her (a smile Jamea was sure not many had seen), and the way he let her walk back to the kitchen without any attempt to stop her, only a nod.

That last part processed into the cook's head and she ran back to her post, sharing an eye with her boss, Mary, oh she was so going to gossip about their youngest worker later. Speaking of, the redhead entered the kitchen and said goodbyes to Jamea and Mary, both noticing the light bounce in her steps.

Jamea took a moment to think as the girl returned back to Harry, who hadn't even moved and greeted the girl with another light smile. The cook knew their was a possibility of being wrong, but she highly suspected that Adeline had a crush on the upper class member.

And from the way Harry looked at her coworker, it must have been reciprocated.

Now Jamea's main question was how long would it take for them to actually get together?

A/N

Whooopps it's been a while... Love y'all.

Don't hate my cliche plot in this….. I couldn't resist.

FUN FACT! So lowkey the cheek peck at the end is supposed to be reminiscent of Cheese in the Trap, a webtoon that I highly recommend because it's actually amazing although it's a bit confusing at first. (This scene is inspired by season 3 episode 8)

Anyways, toodles! I hope you're all hyped for the next chapter! (As I'm not entirely sure but I think that's where it'll start moving foreword)