illyris, p. parker ¹

v. man in a can to the rescue

"Alright... I see someone's a bit of a show-off," Tony's voice was curt as his helmet craned towards her. "What is that, human experimentation?" He sounded so casual like it was run-of-the-mill in his line of work. Which, Thea pondered, it probably was.

"More like a family heirloom," she mumbled and looked up at him. "My name's Theadora but my real name is Rhaenerys..." It took her a stomach-numbing second to reveal the rest. "Rhaenerys Valaryen."

Peter looked at her with his jaw dropped. She tried her best not to meet his confused and nearly frightened face. Yes, it's true, Parker. I'm the unknown daughter of the man who was blamed for the Greenflame Massacre.

"Valaryen?" Tony echoed, his voice laced in confusion. "Why's that name familiar?"

If the reason for his recognition didn't involve a blond-haired demigod, Thea would've been freaking out at the fact that Tony Stark might've had an inkling of who she was. Instead, she was bitter and felt a twist in her stomach. "Aw, Thor mentioned me? I'm flattered."

A metal whirring sounded from Tony's helmet as he looked down at her, probably baffled. "You know Thor?"

Thea laughed wryly, feeling her palms heat up. "Yeah. Something like that."

"What, you got a photo needing signing?" Tony couldn't help but tease his own teammate's popularity. He remembered having to restrain crowds of—mostly female—fans screaming for autographs from the handsome god who had long since disappeared after the chaos in Sokovia.

"How about a knife?" Thea stated coldly. She felt Peter's elbow dig into her ribs.

Nevermind. Tony took a moment like he was silently picking his brain to put a proper name to that face that looked at him with equal parts admiration and caution. She wasn't as much of a threat sitting there, clinging to Peter like a child who needed a nap and a shower. Still, the idea of her seemed to intrigue him as he made a mental note to check back on who she was.

"Mr. Stark, we were fine, honestly," Peter tried to interfere and change the suddenly tense subject despite the futility of his statement. Yeah, totally fine before we almost drowned in a lake.

"What were you two thinking?" The man's tone sounded parental like he was about to put her and Peter into a time-out. Despite the grandeur and history of her family name making her feel special compared to everyone else, Thea couldn't help but feel small compared to that insanely powerful and influential man who was definitely not pleased with them.

"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons! I—We—" he quickly corrected himself after an indignant look from Thea, "were trying to take him down!"

"Take him down, now, huh?" Tony's voice was nearly mocking, like the notion of two straggling teenagers going in over their heads was laughable to someone of his stature. "Steady, Crockett and Bonnie, there are people who handle this sort of thing."

"Like the Avengers?" Peter's eyes lit up, no doubt bubbling up with excitement over the idea of his childhood heroes coming back together again. Thea wouldn't deny it, it lifted her spirits up as well.

"No, no, no," Tony was quick to answer. "This is a little below their pay grade."

"Anyway, Mr. Stark, you didn't have to come out here," Peter reasoned, cockily waving his hand. "We had that, Illyris is fine. It was fine!"

Thea's shoulders tensed at the name— her name. Illyris. Not even one day on the job and now Tony Stark knew what her alias was. It was a strange but terrifying feeling. In fact, he seemed to know more about her than she took him for.