Babysitting a Superhero (Stark's daughter X Peter Parker)

44. All My Fault

"Who are you talking to?" Happy questioned, an annoyed tone lacing his voice.

"No one," Peter's voice was back to normal. "Just making a little video of the trip."

"You know you can't show it to anyone," Happy said.

"Yeah, I know."

"Then why are you narrating in that voice?" Happy asked, skeptically.

"Uh..." Peter tried to come up with an excuse that didn't make him sound like a complete nerd, but, ultimately failed, "Because it's fun."

"Fun," Happy grumbled, putting his sunglasses on.

"So, uh, why'd they call you Happy?" Peter joked, smiling at the end.

Happy reached up, flipping Peter off, and pressed the button that lifted up the barrier between the front seats and the back seats.

Peter chuckled, slightly, then closed the camera.

They drove up to the runway, where the jet was waiting for them, and Peter opened his camera again.

In that time, Happy had managed to get out the car and open the car door next to Peter.

"Come on, I'm not carrying your bags. Let's go," he said, gruffly.

"Hey, should I go to the bathroom before?" Peter asked, innocently.

"There's a bathroom on it," Happy replied, clearly frustrated with the amount of questions.

Peter made his way into the cockpit, only to find no one in there, "Whoa, no pilot? That's awesome."

Happy called from seating area, "Not as awesome as you hurrying it up and sitting down so we can take off."

"Right, yeah," Peter walked back and crossed the entrance to plane again, "Hey Happy, is this door still supposed to be open."

"Yes, we're waiting on someone," Happy said standing up and making his way towards Peter.

"Who?" Peter said. "Oh wait! Is that them?" He pointed at an all black car, similar to the one he was in. Peter pointed his camcorder to the car and zoomed in.

"Better be," Happy grumbled.

The car door opened and Peter recognised those all too familiar vans sneakers that rested on the ground, before Amara even stepped out of the car, sunglasses covering her eyes and her hair held up in a ponytail. Peter closed his camera almost immediately.

She saw Peter and immediately waved, but when it was met by nothing but a cold, blank stare from him, she put her hand back down, a sad expression gracing her features.

Peter felt a pang in his chest, knowing that he caused that... stop that! She hurt you first. You have nothing to feel guilty for, he reminded himself.

"You're late," Happy shouted over Peter's shoulder, pointing at the watch on his wrist. "We've been waiting for a half hour," he lied.

Peter looked at him confused.

"Don't lie, Uncle Happy, the car you drove here is still giving off a lot of heat, I can feel it, I'm magic, remember? Besides, I know this plane's scheduled to take off at 11, and here I am, right on time at," she checked her watch, "10:54."

"Just get on the damn jet!" Happy shouted before walking back into the plane.

Peter looked down and smiled, he couldn't help it. Even when he's mad at her, Amara can still make him smile. But he hated that right now.

The next second Amara was in front of him, she smiled, apologetically, as she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Peter turned around and headed straight for the bathroom.