At the recommendation of Captain America and Reed Richards, Tony enrolled Trinity in Midtown High School because of their focus on science, which she found exciting. Her first day was interesting, to say the least.
One of the boys sidled up to her, a smarmy grin on his face. "Hi. My names Flash, Flash Thompson. And you are?"
She looked down at his paperwork, wondering what he would think if he knew she could read upside down as right side as well.
"Far, far out of your league, Eugene," she purred as she patted his face. The surrounding girls broke down in waves of giggles.
"She told you, Flash," Liz Allen snorted. "Little sleezebag."
Liz looked at her schedule and saw her lab partner's name.
"Oh, I'm jealous," she admitted. "He's a dweeb, but he's crazy smart, like, Reed Richards smart. You're lucky to get him."
"What? Who did I get?" She grabbed her paper back from Liz and her mouth dropped open in shock. "Peter Parker? I've heard about him."
"Yeah. He's won the science fair four years in a row, starting in his fourth-grade year. He took a toy Iron Man blaster glove and turned it into a working model. He was right,"
"Wow," was all Trinity could think of to say.
Peter was sitting by himself at his lab table, lost in though. Trinity didn't know why, but her first reaction was to pull her apple from her toolbox and throw it at him.
"Think fast, Parker."
It bounced off his head. "Ow," Peter said, rubbing the spot the apple had hit. He got off the stool and retrieved the errant fruit. "Your snack, my dear." He handed her the now bruised red apple with a grin.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't know why I did that."
"Obviously you know who I am. You must be my new lab partner. My last partner couldn't keep up with me, so he got reassigned."
"Who was it, out of curiosity?" She sat down and pulled out a couple of books. She laid them out precisely on the table and aligned her pencils beside them, making sure they were perfectly squared.
"Flash Thompson," he said with a glint in his eyes.
"Eugene? That overheated moron? He's already tried to hit on me. I guess I look like fresh meat. He's lucky. I usually punch guys like him." They looked at each other and dissolved into tears of laughter.
Every day she found something new to throw at him; every day it bounced off his head. Until one day he reached up and snatched it out of the air before it got anywhere close to him.
"Hey, nice catch!" She smiled at him, a secretive, knowing smile.
Peter looked startled, like he wasn't expecting anything like that to happen to him. Could it be? Could she have possibly intercepted him at the beginning of his powers?
"Just lucky, I guess," he stammered. He got up and fled the room. She picked up his stuff and followed him, determined not to lose sight of him.
"Peter, stop! Don't make me use this!" She brought out her bow and a specialty arrow equipped with a taser powerful enough to knock out a raging bull. "I want to talk to you!"
Finally, Peter stopped his wayward flight and turned to look at her. Because of summer vacation, it had been a couple of months since she had seen him. He was still small, but he was well muscled.
"Don't make you use what?" He asked out of curiosity, approaching her cautiously.
"It's a taser arrow. Nonlethal weaponry, of course. I assume it's effective but I've never field tested it."
"What do you want with me?" Peter asked tiredly. She was getting on his nerves quickly.
"I need a place to practice," she explained. "The place I used before is not available and I don't want to get rusty."
Peter took her to an abandoned warehouse space in a questionable location in Queens. She looked at him, wondering if she dared to reveal all her secrets. Well, if she must, she must.
Making sure that he was paying attention, she said "Toolbox," and her orange-lit portal opened obediently, hovering to her right, just as it always had. She pulled on her leather duster, pants, and motorcycle boots.
"That's so cool! An inter dimensional portal," Peter said enthusiastically. He came over to size it up.
"No, it's not interdimensional," she disagreed. "An interdimensional portal is red with a little bit of yellow. This is yellow with a little bit of red. This is intradimensional."
"Ok, so this is happening here and now rather than between multiverses," Peter said sagely. "How do you hide the portal?"
"The same way I hide myself," she said matter-of-facts as she shimmered out of view. Suddenly she was right beside Peter, speaking in his ear. "I can bend light,"
Peter shivered. It sent goosebumps down his spine to have someone sneak up on him like that. That hadn't happened in a while.
"But right now, I'm working on portaling myself between points up and down rather than side to side."
"Ok, demonstrate to me then," Peter requested eagerly.
He watched in awe as she jumped from place to place, hitting her targets each time. She jumped halfway up a wall, grabbed ahold of steel bars, somersaulted, and landed gracefully in front of him.
"Ok, now you," she challenged him. Peter sighed, then reluctantly changed into his costume and began webbing his way around the warehouse yard. They were both impressed with the others ability.
"Can you help me with a project?" She asked Peter as she packed up her stuff. Her toolbox was getting stuffed, and she wanted room.
"Sure. What do you need help with?"
"I want to miniaturize my bow and my bo and store them as cubes. Then when I need them, all I have to do is pull them out and activate them." She showed him a 3-d rendering of her concept. The bow was a cube that twisted, flipped and flowed until it was full sized. Then it broke down into pixels and folded in on itself until it was a cube again.
"Sure, I'll help you. That looks like fun."
They got together and trained a few more times, but Peter was too committed to patrolling the streets of his neighborhood. They did manage to give her the miracle bow, as Ned Flanders called it. Other than school, the two had very little to do with each other.
Whenever she was feeling pensive, she always had the urge to go up. She climbed to the pinnacle of the Avengers building one Friday night, dressed in her leathers. She let her hood fall back and enjoyed the evening breeze ruffle her hair. She sniffed the air appreciatively, enjoying the scents of the city, the noises from the streets below and the uninterrupted lit skyline.
"Who's there? Come on down before it gets ugly," she heard her father come out onto the terrace. Sighing, she slithered her way down from the pinnacle, musing that he'd never really seen her outfit before and wondered what he would think.
She landed beside him lightly, like a cat, crouched. "Sorry, dad. I was just enjoying the scenery."
Startled, Tony whirled and stared at his daughter. The black leathers made her impossible to see. She'd drawn the hood back up and the only thing he could see was her eyes shining in the shadows.
"Don't do that, Brew. You look like Ronin, and that's not always a good thing."
"Just who is Ronin, anyway? I keep hearing about him. Or her."
"Ask Clint about Ronin," was all Tony would say. He ushered her inside the building. "How did you get up here, anyway?"
"I climbed," she said succinctly. "Eddie and Venom were worried about my hide, so they got me this coat. The pants and boots are for riding."
"Is San Francisco really that bad?" Tony escorted her to his office, and they sat down. She casually propped her boots on the table. He chose to ignore it, knowing it would irritate her. It didn't, however.
"Eddie didn't live in the nicest neighborhood," she said as she leaned forward and grabbed a sucker from his stash. "That's putting it mildly to say the least. Mrs Chen has a convenience store around the corner from their apartment and idiots are always trying to rob her. It never works."
Tony looked up from the schematics he was working on. "Oh? Why is that?"
She blushed slightly. "Venom gave her protection in exchange for a steady supply of chocolate. He needs some chemical in it that he can't synthesize. I can't pronounce it." She removed the wrap from the sucker and looked at Tony. "I got in on the action once. Unfortunately…"
"The guy ended up dead." Tony finished. "Is that how you got that scar on your arm?"
"Yeah, he gashed me pretty good," she admitted. "A good covering is not a bad thing to have. I understand why you like your armor so much."
"Being Ironman definitely has its perks," Tony admitted slowly.
All too soon, it was 2018, and the shit hit the fan. Trinity was one of those snapped away, however. When she came back, it was as if nothing had happened, at least in her mind, but she knew. She went to the farm and curled up on the couch with Tony's favorite blanket, eyes red and puffy from weeping.
"Who's there?" Happy asked sharply as he ushered Pepper and Morgan in. She raised her arm in greeting and sat up slowly, wiping the water from her eyes. Morgan looked at her shyly. Trinity had put on one of Tony's favorite t shirts and had poured herself something to drink.
Pepper marched over and took the drink from her. "No. We are not going to start this." She handed the drink to Happy, who had a stricken look on his face. "Besides, you're too young to be drinking Tony's scotch. Any scotch, for that matter."
She sat on one side of Trinity and Morgan sat on the other. "Morgan, this is your older sister, Trinity. Trinity, meet Morgan."
"Brewster, right?" Morgan asked as she slipped her arm around Trinity's waist. "Wow, you look like daddy."
Trinity staunched her tears and ruffled Morgan's hair. "Hiya, squirt. Nice to meet you." She looked up at Pepper and smiled shakily. "I didn't expect a sister. This is nice."
"Do you mind explaining yourself? What do you mean by that?"
"I've known this was coming for years," she said miserably. "That is, my friend Eddie told me pops was going to die and save half the Universe from some madman. I'm glad you had a baby before he died."
Pepper shook her head, but hugged Trinity more tightly. Her stepdaughter needed her, as much as Tony did before her.