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The next morning, I woke to a pounding headache and a shit ton of regret. Ugh, my mouth tasted disgusting. Why? Oh, Why, did I think I should get drunk? Why the fuck did I agree to stay the night here? And the biggest question that took me back to reality: where is my mom?
I looked around the room I had apparently slept in last night. It was an obvious guest room. The room was a square with an attached bathroom. The walls were painted a neutral tan color and the comforter on the queen sized bed was a soft blue color. To the left of the bed was a dresser with a mirror hung above it.
I surveyed my appearance in the mirror. When taking last nights activities into account, I didn't look as bad as expected. My green but currently blood shot eyes peered back at me as I looked my self up and down. My chestnut hair had suffered massive bed-head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't fix with a brush. My round face didn't show any traces of smudged or left on make up, so all in all, it could have been worse. I was still wearing the jeans and old Harry Potter tee-shirt that I had been wearing last night, but my shoes were no where to be seen.
I looked out the windows that lined the back of the room and was disappointed by the lack of a fire escape. I wanted to make a silent departure from the Tower. The last thing I needed was any kind of conversation with real freakin' superheros about last night. No, thank you. I was so embarrassed. This is not the person my mother raised me to be. Oh my God, I think I vomited on Stark's shoes. I'm never leaving this room.
While I was contemplating escape routes, there was a knock at my door. Shit. Shit. SHIT. I'll just stay silent and maybe they'll assume I left. That's airtight logic right there, if I ever heard any.
"Hey, breakfast is ready if you want some." The voice of Spiderman flitted through the door.
When I didn't answer he knocked again and continued with: "Com'on, no one's mad. They just wanna talk."
Figuring hiding out was not an overly viable option considering the only thing that I might have food could be toothpaste, if that were even in here, I opened the door to find a boy who didn't look all that older than me.
"Hey, Drunkie, you actually opened the door. I was pretty sure I was gonna have to kick it in. I'm Peter Parker by the way." He said by way of greeting.
"You're, Spiderman?" I questioned. He was attractive with his messy brown hair and slim, muscular figure, he just wasn't what I had pictured. He was clearly around 17 or 18. I don't know who I thought he would be, but this wasn't it.
"I believe you called me, Spider-Dude last night, but yeah that would be me." He said eyebrows raised. This bastard was making fun of me.
I laughed and punched him in the shoulder. "I have a pounding headache and I refuse to be held responsible for anything dumb I said or did last night."
He grinned, "Well that's a pretty hefty list of things your not being held responsible for then. Are you ever gonna tell me your name? You could tell me, or I could keep calling you Drunkie, I'm happy either way."
"How about some quid pro quo? I'll tell you my name if you tell me if I really vomited on Stark's shoes last night or if that was all just some weird dream. It's a very fuzzy memory, so I can't be sure." I propositioned.
He laughed then and in between breathes told me, "It happened. I have the security video to prove it, I've watched it ten times."
"You're a bastard for enjoying my pain," I tried to deadpan, but ended up laughing along with him.
"My name is Rosalie Grace, Rose to my friends." I told him after we had both stopped laughing, "Nice to meet you, Peter Parker." I said offering him my hand to shake which he gladly took in an exaggerated gesture.
"Well then, Ms. Rose, would you kindly accompany me to breakfast this morning?" Peter asked offering his arm to me.
I laughed and said, "I don't know, man, like it's gonna be 20 shades of awkward up in there and it's way too early for that shit."
"Just come to breakfast. I wasn't kidding about them not being mad. Tony wants to meet you, and you should give him a chance." Peter said, looking so earnest about it that I wanted to punch him in the face. He was being way nice to me though, and I really needed that right now.
"Ugh, okay, fine." I said with an exaggerated sigh.
Peter led me through a long hallway which spilled out into a foyer with an elevator which we took down to what I assumed was the main floor of the Avengers living space. I was a fucking nervous wreck the entire time. I was just so embarrassed about last night that I didn't even know what to do with myself. This wasn't like a typical foot in mouth experience, this situation was more equivalent to like me putting my whole fucking body in my mouth experience.
We were on the elevator for a minute when the elevator dinged and Peter looked to me and said, "Hey, just so you know, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" I questioned.
"This." He said and as the elevator doors opened up, Peter quickly pushed me out into yet another foyer and then quickly closed the elevator door right behind him.
What the hell?! I turned around to try to push the elevator button when a voice stopped me, "I'm sorry, Ms. Grace, but you are not authorized to use this elevator."
"Well then were are the goddamn stairs?" I asked sarcastically.
"I'm sorry Ms. Grace, but you are not authorized to use the stairs either." This had to be Stark's AI, and so this had to be Stark's doing. What a prick. Peter was so gonna pay for this.
"I see you've met JARVIS." Tony said from behind me. I had been so distracted by Peter long-live-the-kinging me out the fucking elevator door that I hadn't even noticed him standing there. Well, I guess I was facing Stark now rather than later.
"Hey, so can we not do this. I'll just go back to my mom's apartment, and forget you exist, and you can forget I exist, and this whole thing can just be one giant accident that never happened. I mean, for all we know, it could be an accident. We never got a paternity test, so let's just keep it that way." I said hopefully.
Stark snorted then and said, "Rosalie, you're my daughter. Coulson came and delivered a file to me yesterday, it had your DNA which we had tested and long story short, you're definitely my kid."
SHIELD has my DNA? Those fuckers suck, they are the most invasive assholes ever. I don't even work for their organization and they're trying to control my life.
"Look, I was going to come see you today after giving you the night to think everything over. I didn't anticipate you showing up drunk on my rooftop, but I guess stranger things have happened." Stark said.
He was being surprisingly good about this whole thing. This man wasn't the one the tabloids wrote about. I guess that's what I get for assuming what I read is true.
"Yeah, sorry about ya'know vomiting on you. I really don't usually do that sort of thing. I just found out my mom was missing, and I was really a mess." I said by way of apologizing.
He waved away my apology and said, "Peter thought it was the funniest thing to ever happen, and honestly, they're just shoes."
"Like you said though, you're mom is missing, and you are more than welcome to stay here while SHIELD looks for her."
I thought about it. Tony seemed to be a better guy than I judged him to be, and I really didn't have anywhere else to go. Plus, Stark was a genius, which meant he had all the technology I would need to launch a full investigation into my mom's disappearance. There was no way I was letting the incompetent fuckers at SHIELD handle it. They lost her, but I was going to find her.
With all of that in mind, I turned to Tony and said, "Thanks, I would be happy to stay here."
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