appentence //t.stark

t h r e e

"How did you even manage to-"

"Can you help or not?"

"Peter's stuck on the ceiling."

"We know." Peter and Aphrodite spoke in sync while Natasha stood there with a questioning look.

She walked out and the two teens were in silence for a moment until Aphrodite started poking the webs keeping him there with a broom.

"You're not helping."

And with that, she jabbed peter as had as she could with it and walked out.

She walked past Tony on the way out, who grabbed her arm as soon as he saw peter.

"What did you two do this time?"

"Well first we made a swing with his webs-" Aphrodite started.

"-and then we turned it into a trampoline-" Peter explained.

"-after one bounce, Peter was stuck to the ceiling." The two earned disapproving looks from the billionaire, before he lasered the webs and peter fell face flat on the floor.

Aphrodite then made her way to the elevator but was stopped.

"You mind helping me with something in the lab?"

"Mkay."

— — —

She was sat on his chair and leaned back as she stared at the ceiling.

"When you said "help with something" I thought you meant-"

"You are helping."

"Mate, Ive been sitting here for half an hour."

"And that's helped."

"How?"

"Because now, I've finished this."

He placed a silvery briefcase in front of her. She pressed a button on the front and it opened up, showing what looked to be a regular pair of trainers.

"You made fake Jordan's? Believe me, that's not a flex babes."

"They're not fake Jordan's, they're shoes that you can run in."

"So they're regular trainers."

"No, they're shoes that you can run in."

"Ohhh right."

"So when you're running faster than the speed of light, these will actually stay intact."

He was referring to the fact that with how fast Pietro and Aphrodite run, they get through trainers very quickly and have to buy a new pair every week.

"Your boyfriends pair'll be done by the time he gets back from his next mission."

"My boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Pietro."

Tony turned away and went back to tinkering with random parts on one of the desks.

She chuckled and hopped onto the table where he was standing.

"Pietro's not even my type."

"So what is your type? If not Pietro."

She hesitated and leaned closer to him.

"What do you think my type is?"

His eyes were fixed on the table, pretending to not be paying much attention to the conversation.

"Well, until now I thought that your type was guys like Pietro."

She hummed in response and took a moment to think about what she'd look for in a guy.

Dark hair and dark eyes, sarcastic, older, sweet, but only to her.

Then she looked back at Tony and something clicked in her head.

Without thinking, she said "you."

His head shot up.

"-your type? What's your type?"

She said, as though she was repeating it.

He averted his eyes and then spoke.

"That is for me to know, and you to find out."

"Mhm."

She jumped down from the table and walked over to the elevator, going up to yelena's floor.