Spark

Chapter 1

"Mr. Stark?" Peter Parker asked skeptically. He'd just been picked up by the Tony Stark for a secret mission. But when the private airplane landed, he was sure this was not the mission. What would a mission for Iron Man be in an airport in Boston, Massachusetts?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. We have a sort of... pick-up." Mr. Stark responded. He led Peter to a car and the chauffeur started driving. Mr. Stark rode in the front with the chauffeur, which left Peter to awkwardly sit in the back. With nothing else to do, Peter resumed the documentary he was doing and narrated about Massachusetts as they drove. He could've sworn he saw Mr. Stark smiling at him in a fatherly way through the reflection or the front window out of the corner of his eye. After 15 minutes, they stopped in front of a large brick building that resembled a castle. They walked inside and Peter saw that it was an apartment building. There was an MIT flag behind the reception desk. Mr. Stark walked up to the receptionist and asked her where room 112 was. Then he started strolling to the elevator and Peter followed hurriedly.

"Ummm, Mr. Stark...?" Peter began.

"There's someone here I want to see," came the response. So Peter, awestruck followed Mr. Stark out of the elevator and down the hall.

"Mr. Stark? What are we actually doing?" Peter asked as they walked.

"We're here for another recruit to help stop Captain America."

"A college kid?"

"Says the high schooler," Peter sighed in defeat. "Still," Mr. Stark continued, "This kid's a genius."

Mr. Stark stopped at a door a long way down the hall and knocked. There was a large thump then the sound like metal objects flying everywhere. The door flung open to reveal a girl with a deep scowl. Peter was expecting a nerdy student around their mid-20s, but that wasn't the case at all. The girl in the doorway was around his age if not younger, with her blonde hair strung up in twin Dutch braids. Her pale skin was dusted with scattered freckles across her cheeks. She was wearing light gray sweatpants and a dark green hoodie labeled MIT She was adjusting worn out leather work gloves as she stood in front of him.

"Can I help you?" she snapped.

"Arieanna Lincoln?" Mr. Stark asked. The girl slightly cringed at the name.

"It's Daesy," she hissed.

"Can we talk?" Mr. Stark asked. Daesy glanced at Peter, then at Mr. Stark's briefcase, then back at Peter.

"Sure... just leave your superhero apprentice behind," Daesy said, glancing occasionally at Peter.

"Kid, please stay out here for a moment, okay?" Mr. Stark asked Peter. Peter gaped wordlessly at him in reply. A million questions flooded his mind. How had Daesy known that Peter was a superhero? Did it have anything to do with the fact that Mr. Stark had wanted to see her? And what would they be talking about behind the closed door?

So Peter was left with so many unanswered questions stuck in his head like water in front of a dam as the door shut in front of him, leaving him to awkwardly stand in the hallway.

After 20 minutes of awkwardly standing in the hallway, the door opened in front to Peter. Mr. Stark stepped out followed by Daesy who dragged a duffel bag with her.

"You're coming with us?" Peter asked, glancing at her bag.

"Yeah," Daesy replied walking with him as he started following Mr. Stark the way they came in. "Is that a hint of disappointment in that voice?"

"N-No, i-it's just that..." Peter apologized looking at her chocolate brown eyes.

"You thought you'd be the only one," Daesy interrupted, completing his thought. She sighed, smiling. "It's fine, I get it." They took a moment of silence as they left the school and climbed into the car that Peter arrived in. The same chauffeur was there, waiting.