Wow, ha, it's been a while, sorry about that. A review made me rethink a few things. Gonna be honest, I didn't really have a plan for this story, it was orginialy a one shot. But I kept writing and I'm glad I did but that leaves stuff to be figured out and I have so many other stories I'm writing. Not just Marvel and most I haven't posted yet because I want to complete them first.

Anyway, I decided to update because it's been so long but I'm still figuring things out but I've got a better idea than before. And I'll let you guys in on a little secret, I'm not very creative, so.

The reviews last chapter were great! Very informative and I really appreciate that, especially since I wasn't sure about this story, it gives me ideas when you guys let me know what you wanna see more of. So thank you!

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When she opened her eyes that morning, Ada never would've guessed this is how the night would turn out. Maybe at one point in her life, not that long ago, being in this situation wouldn't have surprised her.

Her wrist hurt from where the metal was digging into it uncomfortably. Her butt had gone numb from the hard chair she's sat in for what feels like hours now.

She had moved past her panic. For the most part. There was still the underlying fear simmering in the pit that is her stomach. She felt resigned now. Sure, she could've handled the situation with a little more grace, they're so denying that. But what's done is done, she supposed.

The room smelt of old paper and stale coffee. The teenager shifts in her seat, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her free had to try and relieve her building headache. The clock on the far left wall was ticking so loud, Ada shot it a glare as if it would stop.

The day had been mostly normal for her. She'd gone to school, ignored the idle chatter that went on around her. It wasn't until she was leaving that the start of this giant downhill slope happened.

Someone coughs to the teenager's right. The girl doesn't bother looking over. It was his seventeenth cough. She'd been counting. Maybe he had a cold.

The air had been chilly that afternoon. Ada had pulled her jacket more securely around herself. She almost didn't notice the blonde boy leaning casually on the fence outside her school.

The clock on the wall continues to tick. The heavyset man in the corner continues to cough. Ada's headache continues to grow.

Christopher Fletcher had pushed off the black, iron fence when he saw her, an easy smirk gracing his lips.

That damn smirk. Ada shakes her head at the thought, rolling her eyes at herself. She had no idea how he even knew where she went to school. It was her own stupidity that got her here. Sitting in a stuffy police precinct somewhere in Brooklyn at an unholy hour of the night, her wrist handcuffed to the chair she currently sat in. A little overboard if you ask her, she didn't even do anything. Well...

The only reason she hadn't just ignored Chris was because her emotions felt heavier than normal. She knew why but the reason wasn't rare. So when he presented the opportunity to get her mind off things, she'd accepted.

Now everything was so much worse.

The two cops who brought her in had disappeared. A man and a woman. Both a little unreasonable. Because she was a teenager, she had to be trouble. Ada was pretty sure the lady had a grudge for anyone younger than twenty-five. Her partner had been a little more reasonable, but he didn't do much to counteract her behavior.

The chief had been the voice of reason in the end. An older man who Ada only guessed was too tired to deal with her. And it's not like she's gotten into this kind of trouble before, that had to count for something, right?

Whispers spread through the building and Ada had a pretty good idea why. They'd let her call someone instead of doing it themselves. She was grateful for that. If Nathan knew she'd gotten arrested, he'd kill her.

It hadn't taken her long to come up with a name. But she'd hesitated to call him for longer than she'd like to admit. There wasn't another choice in the end. Either she calls him or the police call her father. She felt it a little unrealistic that he wouldn't find out, she was a minor after all, but she'd like to prolong that from happening as much as she could.

Glancing at the overly loud clock, Ada sees a bit of time has passed since the whispers had died down. She was starting to get worried. Or, more worried. But as she shifts in her seat, the teenager hears footsteps and looks ahead. She thought she'd feel more relieved than she did.

"Alright," The more reasonable officer sighs as he produces the keys to the cuff encasing the girl's small wrist. "You're free to go, miss." His voice almost sounded bored. Ada was only glad his partner wasn't there.

Biting her lip, Ada looks up to meet Mr. Stark's brown eyes and mumbles sheepishly. "I can explain."

"Mhm." The man hums, his expression neutral while he unconsciously looks the teenager over for any obvious injuries. "Come on." He motions for her to follow him once the cuff was off. Ada's right hand immediately goes to rub the swore, red flesh of her wrist.

Ada obediently follows the billionaire through and out of the building, climbing into his car when he tells her too. He'd been quiet, it unnerved the teen. She didn't plan on asking how he was able to get her out. He wasn't any kind of legal guardian of her's after all. But he was Tony Stark. Ada honestly didn't care, as long as she didn't have to stay in there another second. And that her father doesn't find out. Unlikely, but a girl can hope.

Clearing his throat, Tony tells the girl to buckle up before he cranks the car and pulls onto the street. Getting a call from her in the middle of the night, asking him for help, had been the last thing he'd expected to happen. Then he'd learned what she needed help with. Even bigger shocker. Though, he was a teenager once himself.

"Trespassing," Mr. Stark finally speaks about five minutes later, face giving away nothing. "Drugs. Really?"

"Marijuana is basically legal." Ada supplies weakly as if it would help her case. And if the look Tony shoots her, it didn't.

"Not for recreational use and definitely not for minors." His voice was still quiet, calm. Ada wasn't sure if that should be making her as nervous as she was or not.

"I wasn't even the one smoking." She mumbles in her defense. She almost had, would have if the police didn't show up when they did. And she hated herself for it.

"Really?" Tony questions. "Because you're the only lawbreaking teenager I saw in that building."

Sighing, Ada looks down at her hands in her lap. Turns out Chris is an even bigger douche than she thought. The first sign of trouble and the asshole bolted.

Glancing over at the girl, Tony sighs and pulls the car off the road, parking it. "Talk to me, kid, what's going on?" He knew her well enough to know this behavior wasn't like her. He wouldn't yell, wouldn't act like Howard would've.

"Nothing." Ada mutters without looking up, her hair falling forward, creating a curtain over her face.

"Nope," Tony says, making a buzzing sound. "Wanna try again?"

Turning her gaze out the window, Ada chews her lip and messages her sore wrist. "I had a fight with my dad." She admits, voice quiet and small, causing her to wince. She hadn't meant to sound so weak.

Nodding, Tony wrings his hands together when he has nothing else to occupy them. "Want to tell me what it was about?"

"Doesn't matter." Ada shakes her head. "It was stupid."

"Okay." Tony lets out another sigh. He couldn't push her to talk about it if she didn't want to. "What about tonight? Can you tell me what happened then?"

"This boy..." Ada trails off, letting out an unamused snort at how she sounded. "I don't know, I don't even really like him. I was having a bad day and I just wanted to distract myself."

Tony was starting to see an all too familiar road here. One he really hoped to steer the teenager across from him off of. Whenever he felt upset with something Howard did or even didn't do, Tony had done more than just trespass and smoke. Sure, he started out small, but it grew and grew and those mistakes will follow him for the rest of his life. Now he has the chance to stop this girl from making the same mistakes he did. If only he knew how to do that.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I didn't know who else to call." Ada says before Tony can speak, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"No," Mr. Stark shakes his head with a small sigh. "No, it's fine, kid, you can always call me if you need something."

"I'm sorry." She apologizes again, touching her chin to her chest when her voice breaks. Ada didn't even know what she's saying sorry for. For dragging him out at midnight to get her out of there. For doing the things that got her there in the first place. For being such a bother.

"Don't be sorry, kid." Tony tells her. "Just...try not to do anything like this again." Nodding, Ada keeps her head down to hide the wobble in her lower lip. She wasn't going to cry, she keeps repeating in her head. "And if you feel like it, call me, call Peter, just call someone, okay? This isn't a path you want to go down, trust me."

"I know, I'm sorry." Ada whispers, stubbornly wiping away a tear that escapes her eye. "Can you take me home, please?"

"Yeah." Tony mumbles before putting the car back into drive and pulling out onto the street once more. The drive was silent, Ada stares out the window while Mr. Stark pays attention to the road. It isn't until he pulls to another stop outside the girl's apartment building that he speaks again. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Ada nods with a deep breath. "Thanks, Mr. Stark. And I'm sorry, I know it's late."

"Nah, my bedtimes not for another few hours." Tony jokes with a casual shrug, smiling when Ada huffs a small laugh.

"Doesn't sound very healthy."

"Neither does smoking."

"Touché." Ada nods to him before pursing her lips. "Thanks again, Mr. Stark. For everything."

"No problem, kid."

"Well, goodnight." Ada mumbles before pushing the door open.

"Goodnight." Mr. Stark calls after her, waiting until she was inside and the door shut behind her before driving away.

Groaning, Ada angrily throws her pencil into the corkboard across from her, watching as it bounces off and hits the floor. Forcing a deep breath through gritted teeth, the teen then leans her elbows on her desk and runs her hands through her hair.

She's been staring at the same problem for over forty-five minutes, she just couldn't seem to get it. Closing her hands into fists, Ada feels her scalp burning as she pulls her hair when a familiar noise sounds behind her.

The girl doesn't bother turning around as Peter slips in through her window, nor when he takes a seat on her bed.

"Mr. Stark told me what happened." He says after a minute and Ada only shrugs, pulling out a new pencil.

"It's no big deal." She mumbles to him, not surprised that the billionaire had told him but still annoyed that he had.

"Yes, Ada it is." Peter states strongly, brows furrowed by how she just shrugged him off. "You got arrested, for trespassing and drugs. That's not nothing."

"What do you want me to say, Peter?" Ada finally turns to him, her chair spinning with her body, allowing her to stay sitting. "I was having a shitty day."

"And that was the solution?" Peter asks incredulously, waving his arms around with a confused look. He hadn't meant to sound so upset.

"Yeah, sorry, not all of us can be as righteous as you, Peter." Deep down Ada knows she's not really mad at Peter. She was mad at everything else, her dad, Chris, herself, her own stupid decisions. She had a headache and a shit tone of homework she couldn't focus on. But he was there and he was berating her for what she'd done. She didn't need that, she needed her friend.

"That's not what I'm saying." Peter tries to backtrack but his voice is still stern and Ada shakes her head with a huff.

"It sure sounds like it is." Ada cuts him off before he can say anything else. "And guess what, Mr. High and Mighty, I don't want to hear it."

"Really, Ada?" Peter questions in disbelief. He'd come here to talk to his friend and now they were fighting. It happened so fast he doesn't even remember how it started. It hadn't been his intention.

"Really, Peter." Ada shoots back, standing from her seat to stand in front of him. "Not all of us have superpowers as an outlet for our emotions so I did the one thing that I know works. Sorry I'm not perfect."

"This isn't you." Peter says, also jumping to his feet.

"Actually, Peter, it is." Ada looks up at him, tilting her head to the side. "I guess you don't know me as well as you thought you did."

"A-"

"How about you just leave." Ada suggests though it's more of a demand. "I don't want you here right now."

Opening his mouth to say something else, Peter shakes his head and drops his shoulders in defeat before turning to the window and jumping out.

Ada stares at where he was standing, frozen for only seconds before she crumples to the floor, sobs racking through her body. It was so stupid. She didn't even know why she was so angry, why she took it out on Peter. Now she's ruined the one good thing she had in her life and she felt more alone than ever.

It was a miracle Ada was able to get herself out of bed the next morning, especially all the way to school. Her body worked on autopilot, carrying her from class to class. The voices around her sounded distant and distorted.

She felt mostly numb, she'd cried herself all out yesterday. She was exhausted and she hated herself. She was the only one to blame here, she knows that. It just made it all that much worse.

Lunch passes in a blur, a few people try to make conversation but she only picks at her food, ignoring them. That is until something breaks past the fog clouding her mind. Something about Spider-Man reaches the teen's ears. She doesn't know what it was about, but it was enough to get her attention.

"What did you say?" Ada asks Lucy, the girl a little ways down the table from her who'd spoken. All the chatter at the table stops as soon as she speaks, the blonde girl looks at her with big green eyes before she slowly speaks.

"Someone caught a video of Spider-Man." She informs her with a shrug. "He got hit or something, apparently he didn't get back up. I don't know, the video was super low quality."

Ada felt like she was going to be sick even without anything in her stomach. It would look suspicious jumping up as soon as she heard the news, Ada knows that. But the real reason she didn't was because she was frozen. All she could think about was Peter being hurt or worse and the last thing they did was fight. He might hate her now but that doesn't change the way that she feels.

Once her body could move again, Ada doesn't bother excusing herself before she stands and walks out of the cafeteria as fast as she could without turning heads. Her phone was in her hand before she reached the door and it was ringing in the blink of an eye.

"Come on, Peter, pick up, pick up." Ada mumbles to herself, her voice to quiet to echo off the walls of the empty hallway. "Please, please, please."

"Damit." Removing the phone from her ear when Peter's voicemail starts to play, Ada dials once again as she starts walking to the doors. It was much easier than it should've been to walk out of school in the middle of the day. Ada didn't bother thinking about why, just hit Peter's number again when it continued to go to voicemail.

Converse clad feet pound down the sidewalk. Ada has no idea where she was going, what she was going to do. She just needed to know Peter was okay. She almost hits herself when she realizes she needed to call someone else. Peter obviously wasn't going to answer, she just hopes he's ignoring her by choice.

"Ada?" Mr. Stark answers the phone on the fourth ring.

"Mr. Stark, is-"

"Peter's okay." Tony answers the question before she can ask, causing the teen to let out such a big sigh of relief than she has to brace her hand on the side of the building next to her. "Just a few bruises, he'll be fine."

"I thought-" Ada slaps a hand over her mouth when her voice breaks, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Where are you?"

Sniffing, Ada stands straight again, wiping her nose as she looks around her with a shuddering breath. "Uh, I left school."

"Yeah, kid, I know." Tony could hear the car horns and other noises in the background, as well as the trembling in Ada's voice as she tries not to cry. "Tell me where you are."

Ada has no idea where she is, she'd just been walking, hadn't paid any attention to where she was going. "Um, I'm between thirty-forth and Dyer." She tells him when she sees the signs.

"Okay, I have someone close, he's going to pick you up and bring you here." Not the most responsible thing, he thinks, but Tony Stark wasn't very responsible. And honestly, Ada sounds two seconds away from breaking down, she wouldn't be able to handle school for the rest of the day. It was only a few classes anyway. He'll do the homework for her if he has too.

It was a mixture of slow motion and fast forward getting to the compound. Ada thinks she zoned out for most of it because it seemed like she only blinked and the car was slowing to a stop.

Tony was waiting for them, motioning for Ada to follow as she climbs from the car. He looks calm, relaxed, it eases the girl's worries just a little. She knows he'd said Peter was okay, he just had a few bruises, but Ada needs to see him before she believed that.

"He's fine." Tony repeats to the girl when she reaches his side. "Come on."

Only nodding, Ada wraps her arms tightly around herself and walks next to the billionaire. She starts chewing her lip the closer they get, worried that Peter wouldn't even want to see her. She had yelled at him, told him to leave her alone. How could he not hate her?

Ada almost runs into Tony when he stops walking, having been wrapped up in her mind. They were outside a door in a part of the compound she had yet to be in. The med wing, she notices. Looking up, Ada catches Mr. Stark's eyes and he motions for her to go in the room next to them.

The door was half-open, Ada carefully steps forward and peeks inside. The details of the room escape the girl's attention, instead, her eyes fall on Peter who's sat sideways on the bed, legs swinging back and forth. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, his right hand fiddling with the hem. He looks board out of his mind.

Unable to find her voice, Ada knocks on the door, gaining the other teen's attention. His head snaps up, loose curls falling over his forehead. "Ada?" He questions, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I'm sorry." Tears follow after her words, pouring down the girl's face. She doesn't think about him not wanting her there as she rushes forward, wrapping her arms around him.

"For what?" Peter asks, returning the hug.

"What I did." Ada hiccups, her voice muffled by his shoulder. "And what I said. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it."

"I know, I know." Peter assures her, rubbing his hand up and down her back in a comforting manner. "I could've handled it better and I shouldn't have left like that."

"Well, I kind of told you to." Ada mumbles as she pulls back, wiping at her damp cheeks. "I heard something happen to Spider-Man at school and thought the worst. I tried to call but you didn't pick up."

"I don't have my phone." Peter admits sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"You don't hate me, right?"

"Psh, nah." Peter shrugs, laughing when Ada rolls her puffy, red eyes at him.

"What happened?"

"It's stupid." Peter warns with a sigh. "Got distracted, a bus hit me." Ada's eyes widen and Peter is quick to continue. "Just got a few bruised ribs, nothing major. They'll heal in no time."

Taking a deep breath, Ada looks her friend over as if she could scan for injuries herself. "So, you're okay?"

"I'm okay."

"Then why are you still here?" She asks with a glance around the room they were in.

"Mr. Stark is overprotective?" Peter shrugs, unsure of the answer himself.

Snorting, Ada shakes her head as she takes a seat next to him. "I swear you're going to give me a heart attack."

"That's what I said." Tony appears in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. "Doc says you're good to go, Pete. You guys hungry?"

"I could eat." Peter nods, turning his head to look at Ada in question.

The queasiness she had been feeling had dissipated a lot, leaving an empty feeling in the girl's stomach. She hadn't eaten since lunch the day before, she was quite hungry now. "Food sounds good."

"Perfect, I hope you like Thai food because I already ordered way too much of it."

Chuckling, Ada holds her hand out for Peter to take as he jumps off the bed before following behind the billionaire. By the time they reach the kitchen where the food sits in waiting, the girl had forgotten all about running out of school in the middle of the day.

"Woah, woah, woah, what is this?" Sam Wilson appears only five minutes later, his voice cutting through the trio's conversation.

"Thai?" Ada says, her food pausing midway to her mouth.

"Is school just not a thing anymore?" He questions, looking between the two teenagers and his watch.

"Guess that depends on who you ask." Ada shrugs, speaking before placing the food in her mouth. It was a habit, small things like that. Not talking with food in your mouth, be polite, sit up straight, no slouching. They weren't bad things, they'd just been drilled into her since she was little.

"Hm," Sam hums, narrowing his eyes at Tony who mimics the girl's shrug, food shoved in his cheeks as he chews. "Well, since you're here. Guess who holds the even newer high score is Crash Bandicoot?"

"Um, Mr. Barton?" Ada jokes and Peter snorts from beside her while Sam looks offended.

"Very funny," He says, sounding far from amused. "I do, for your information."

"Oh, okay," Ada shrugs, going back to her food like it was no big deal. Which it really wasn't. "I can knock you back down to second again, if you'd like."

"You're so on, kid."

Just pretend that anything unrealistic here is realistic, thanks.

Thanks for reading! Hope you guys liked this chapter. I've got the next one written I think? Not sure if I have enough to post tbh. But I have stuffed planned, though I would love to know what ways you guys would like to see this story go.

I'm writing so many other stories as well that take up a lot of my time, also life, so no promises on updates, I'm really sorry for not having any kind of schedule.

Sorry for any mistakes ^^ feel free to point them out so I can fix them. Thanks!

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