Author's Note: So...genderbend. It was a thing for a little. So...yeah.

Characters: Peter (genderbended), Tony, May,

Warnings: None

Written: 2017 some time. :)

Note: Not checked for spelling or grammar!

She really should be used to the fact that her life and normal run in parallel lines; always near each other but never intersecting. She's never had a life of normal per-say since she was little, but things have only gotten worse since she got older. Maybe she should just start keeping a chart, "how many things can go wrong in one lifetime?" With her luck, she'll be on top of everyone else before she's in her twenties.

Prynn lets out another frustrated growl through her teeth and glares at the large, black, hissing cat sitting on the DVD player. It's in perfect shape, a little dented here and there but the distinct lack of repair needs is what caught her eye when she first saw it. Then the cat, the stupid, large, annoyingly possessive cat sat on it claiming it at it's own. Does she really want it? Maybe she can come back for it later…

Prynn pinches the bridge of her nose. Really? You stop cars from crashing into buses without breaking sweat, catch muggers and dodge bullets almost every other night but you can't deal with a cat? The thing is like way smaller than you anyway Prynn. But...it's a cat.

Exactly.

Prynn releases her face before moving forward shouldering her backpack more before waving her hands towards the animal, "Shoo," she commands. The cat looks up at her large brown eyes displeased. Prynn purses her lips tightly before waving her hands some more. The cat's back arches fur spiking with it's anger and Prynn swallows the desire to leap backwards.

She hates cats, oh man, she hates cats.

Prynn releases a slow breath and moves forward towards the cat with purpose, fake it till you make it. If she pretends she has a lot of confidence about it, it'll leave right? The black cat growls lowly before scampering off away from her with wide eyes. Prynn exhales softly in relief before leaning down to grab the DVD player. Her shoulder length layered hair falls over her shoulders obscuring her vision slightly her side bangs falling away from her face.

Prynn grabs the DVD player and grabs a large chunk of cat hair from off of the top. Uh, ew. She's never getting a cat when she's older. Ever. Period. Signed and settled.

Prynn releases a heavy breath and tucks the machine under her arm and shoulders her backpack before moving away from they alleyway and back onto the streets.

Drash digger and proud of it-it's not as though she and her aunt are rolling in money anyway. After the death of her uncle, her aunt is struggling financially so Prynn does her best to keep cost low on herself. On the bare necessities. Not even that sometimes. There managing, though so she's grateful for that. A lot could be going worse-though she's not tempting the universe.

Prynn tucks the DVD player close to her chest as she starts to shuffle through the crowd. New York City is a populated for sure and because she's never been anywhere else but the New York she's used to it. According to her aunt and uncle when she was younger her parents would travel all over the countries for their business. Though she, apparently, just got in the way of that. Her parents ditched her at six leaving her on her aunt and uncle's doorstep without a letter or a reasoning on why just a simple, "bye, see ya' never".

They died in a plane crash the next day.

Her aunt and uncle did their best to care for her, though neither one of them have had much time for her. Both had to work to pay for her child needs and though she was close with her uncle, her aunt feels more like a distant sister at college that just returned home. It's hard sometimes.

Prynn tucks the loose hairs from her braid behind her ear and balances the weight of her backpack better across her shoulders. After the spiderbite, it hasn't felt as heavy-or heavy at all, really. It went from feeling like she's dragging around a tracker on her back to a feather. She's not complaining, though, but sometimes the abilities she gained still manage to surprise her. She'll never be a Captain America or Tony Stark but she'll do what she can to help.

After nearly fifteen minutes of shuffling through the city, avoiding running into people and battling through the ground Prynn steps off of the elevator to the third floor of the apartment building as it gives a low ding behind her.

Prynn digs through her jacket pocket for a moment looking for the keys biting her lip slightly. The people talking around her are still managing to make her head buzz even though her earbuds are stuffed into her ears as far as humanly possible and the sound turned up to beyond what's safely recommended.

Prynn shoves the key into the lock and twists it her backpack sliding down to her forearm before stepping into the small apartment. The house they used to own was bigger but after Ben's death, they had to downsize. She's not complaining, it's her fault anyway.

Prynn takes a few steps into the apartment and her heightened senses immediately trace her aunt to the couch a few paces away and someone else. Weird. Is she dating? That doesn't seem right, though because May is still very much grieving over her late husbands death.

"Hey, Aunt May." Prynn calls as she takes a few steps forward and swings her backpack over her shoulder more. Does she have any interesting information to relay to her aunt? Um...beyond the fact that she's still deathly afraid of cats...no. Well, there was that really expensive car parked outside that couldn't have belonged to anyone in the apartment complex because A: everyone living here is dirt poor and B: see above.

Prynn kicks the door closed with her foot as she dumped her backpack off next to the kitchen table and takes a few more steps forward. "Hey," May calls back from the living room area of the apartment and Prynn sets the DVD player on the messy table next the laundry basket with what she assumes is halted landry.

"How was school?" May asks and Prynn tugs out her earbuds shrugging slightly to herself. The usual. Flash hitting on her, Ned Star Wars-ing out, Michile watching them both creepily and Misty and her giggling gang of gits being jerks. So..nothing different.

"Meh," Prynn says as she takes a few more steps forward pulling her sleeves over her web shooters, "okay," Prynn moves in front of the living room area where the couch is facing the TV. "There's this crazy car parked outside…" Prynn feels her voice die abruptly as her fangirl sense go off.

Her aunt is twisted around long hair falling over her shoulders a smile stretched across her lips. Prynn's attention however, is fixed on the man next to her spinning a piece of date-nut bread casually between his fingers.

Tony Stark.

Tony freaking Stark is in her apartment.

What is he doing here?

Why is he here?

...does he know?

Wait, wait, wait. Just-what?

Prynn's arms fold awkwardly over her chest as the web shooters dig into her wrists as she feels her eyes widen beyond normal human capabilities. Tony's gaze sweeps over her in less than a second Prynn sees a glimpse of confusion flash through his eyes so quickly she's sure she imagined it.

"Oh, Ms. Parker." Tony says and gives a lopsided grin of greeting.

Prynn's mouth is dry.

Why can't she think of anything to say. All that's coming to her mind is poetic, "um, um, um,"'s. Iron Man is sitting on her couch.

Focus, Py.

"Um," Prynn stutters, amazing, did we not just discuss how pitiful that word is? Shush. "..What? What are you doing-" Prynn points at him slightly before tucking her arm in close to her chest again. Pointing is rude. "Hey, I-I-I'm Prynn."

"Tony." His voice sounds so...confident. Prynn can't really get her head to wrap around that. He sounds just like she remembers him from the Stark Expo a few years ago yet at the same time...different. How does he manage to look comfortable here? She feels so awkward and out of place.

This has to be some sort of superficial dream. DId she get hit on the head in gym?

"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" Prynn scrambles to get her tongue in working order.

May's eyes are wide as she looks over at her and mouths, "I don't believe it" as Tony smirks, "It's about time we met. You've been getting my emails right?"

Emails?

Err...

No.

Tony winks twice and Prynn struggles to keep her expression from falling apart to "uh, no, not at all" in front of May. Okay, emails...sure. She'll play along for now then see what he wants later.

"Yeah." Prynn agrees, slightly shakily.

"Right." Tony says in agreement.

"Yeah." She agrees firmier. "Regarding the…"

"You didn't even tell me about the grant." May accuses and Prynn lifts her hand up towards her aunt. It's good that Mr. Stark discussed...whatever this white lie is beforehand with his aunt or she would be painting white on black to make this seem believable. It doesn't work.

"About the grant." Prynn finishes.

"The Septemeber foundation," Tony adds, waving his hand slightly towards her.

"Right." Prynn says.

"Yeah." Tony agrees. "Remember when you applied."

Uh...no. Sorry sir, I never did.

"...Yeah." Prynn agrees. May's hands move erratically across the couch top in a severe, what? Motion.

"I approved." Tony says and turns his body more fully towards her. Prynn's eyebrows lower slightly as she sees a fading black eye over his right one. That looks painful. Prynn's hand her fareshare from hero-ing and school so she's fully aware that it's tender. Why does he have it on his face anyway? "So now we're in business." Tony takes a sip of whatever the drink is from a teacup covered in flowers and sunshine that doesn't seem to fit him very well.

"But you didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? Are you keeping secrets from me now?" May accuses in frustration and Prynn feels her stomach sink. You have no idea.

"Well...it's just that I know how much you love surprises so…" Prynn spreads her hands in an arc slightly before tucking them back behind her back and turning her attention to Tony...Stark...in her house. This sort of thing doesn't happen to lame, freaky people like her. "So what is it exactly that I applied for?"

"That's what I'm here to hash out." Tony answers and Prynn nods. Okay. Great. Fantastic.

"Okay, hash..out." She echoes.

Tony, apparently seeking to ease the tension turns his gaze back to May, "You know, it's so hard for me to believe she's someone's aunt." Tony smiles at Prynn who can feel the confusion playing across her face. Isn't he in a relationship near rings with Ms. Potts?

"Yeah, well they come in all shapes and sizes you know." May argues a sheepish smile across her face. She doesn't meet Tony or Prynn's gaze staring at her fingers playing at the top of the couch.

"This walnut dateloaf is exceptional." Tony says and grabs another piece from off the coffee table. Okay. Weird.

"Let me just stop you there." Prynn says and Tony turns back to her.

"Yeah?"

"Does this grant have money involved or whatever...No?" Prynn guesses and Tony's head tilts back and forth slightly, if she wasn't staring at him so hard she would miss it.

"Yeah...it's pretty well funded."

"Wow."

"Look who you're talking too." Tony snarks before turning back to May, "Can I have five minutes with her?"

May nods and turns her gaze to the billionaire, "Sure."

000o000

Tony shuts the door and flips the lock standing there for a moment before moving across the room to the garbage can in the corner and leans over it dropping the date-loaf piece he had in his mouth into it. Prynn sweeps her gaze across her room trying to make sure she doesn't have anything super embarrassing laying around.

Nope. There's a pile of discarded clothes in one corner and hair stuff scattered across her desk but other than that, it's relatively contained to the usual mess. Prynn tries not to be a messy person and they bother everywhere else but the room is an exception.

Tony looks back at her, "As far as walnut date loafs go, that wasn't bad."

Irrelevant.

Prynn is quiet. Tony takes her silence as invitation to study her room and turns to the desk a smirk spilling across his face like he's been told a funny joke. The modifiers aren't the most up-to-date thing but Prynn is quite proud that she found them in as good of shape as they were and managed to fix it.

Now she just wants to find the nearest hole and stuff her head in it in embarrassment.

"Ooh, what do we have here? Retro tech." Tony points at various things lying on the desk, "Thrift store? Salvation army?"

"The, uh, garbage actually." Prynn corrects, her voice quiet.

Tony raises an eyebrow, "You're a dumpster diver?"

Meow! Withhold the claws, sir! Yes, she is!

Prynn feels her face flame slightly and she covers it with her hands for a moment resisting the urge to moan. After a second, she pulls them back and folds her arms over her chest, "Look, um, I definitely didn't apply for your grant-" Prynn starts to say but Tony lifts up a hand with a phone in it interrupting her.

"Ah-ah! Me first."

Prynn feels herself shrink more, "Okay."

"Quick question of the rhetorical variety." Tony says and presses a button on his phone and a holographic image spills out. Prynn's eyes widen with amazement before she see's what's playing. Spider-Man is swinging from a building tugging away a mugger and Tony looks at her from over the top of the "screen". "That's you, right?"

Yes.

It is.

Though the world knows Spider-Man as well...a man, she's managed to keep her female identity strictly apart from that. She wears fabric over her mouth to muffle her voice and as far as the media and press are concerned Spider-Man is strictly male.

Apparently, not to Tony Stark though.

"Um, no." Prynn says and does her best to pull on a confused face. "What do you mean-?"

"Yeah." Tony says, anyway, and flips the phone again showing a different screen. "Look at you go." Spider-Man swings through a street and grabs a car from smashing into a bus. That hadn't been easy and had taken quick movement and pressure to stop the two vehicles from ramming into each other. She wasn't sore the next day, though she thought she'd be. "Wow, nice catch. For thousand pounds, forty miles an hour, that isn't easy." Tony says and flips the phone again before closing it the images disappear and Prynn feels frustration and panic pulse through her.

Why does he care? Spider-Man isn't doing anything wrong and he's an Avenger. He has larger problems.

"You got mad skills." Tony adds and Prynn tosses her bangs from her face.

"Sir, I hate to be the one to rain on your parade but Spider-Man is...male." Prynn says and her tongue slips, "Hence the "man" part."

Tony snorts, "Yeah. I'd love to agree with that, and admittedly, it threw me off a little." Tony turns away from her, "But only just a little."

Okay time for phase two. "But that's on YouTube right? That's where you found it? Because you know it's fake, all the effects are done on a computer."

"Mhmm." Tony hums.

"It's like that video. What is it?" Prynn says scrambling to come up with one.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Tony calls behind her, "Oh you mean like those UFO's over Phoenix."

"Yes! Exactly!" Prynn agrees then whips her head around towards him as he smacks the trapdoor to the small attic like space above her bedroom and her costume, in all it's glory falls through the air. Prynn leaps forward adrenaline pulsing through her veins and grabs the red-suit tossing it towards her closet on top of a textbook.

"Oh, what have we here?" Tony asks sarcastically behind her.

Cats.

Prynn turns back to the billionaire and all she can come up with is a simple, "Uh…"