Pull | Infinity War

Chapter 5: "And you, we gotta talk. What's your deal?"

"You really are a smarty-pants."

He spread his arms. "So I've been told." Tony crossed his arms and regarded her with a gaze of what Iris pinned down as curiosity. "Alrighty, spill."

"Er, spill what?"

"The beans, the tea, or whatever the kids are saying these days. You use these fancy powers of yours often?"

Iris shook her head, watching as Spider-boy hung himself upside down from the ceiling with a string of his artificial webbing (she still had no idea about the science behind it, maybe she'd ask him later.) "Not often, a few little things here and there, but I mostly keep it under wraps." She, under no circumstances, was going to mention the incident with the school bus, or how she passed out until the next day afterward. 

Tony nodded, curving his lips upward. "Smart."

Iris smiled and shrugged. "Not my idea, but yeah, I suppose." She looked around, cracking her knuckles. "I need to pee, anyone know where the ladies room is?"

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After several (too many) minutes of walking around- surprise, surprise, Iris didn't find the bathroom. Instead, she decided to hold it.

I am not peeing in a corner on an alien spaceship, not today.

She didn't really want to wander around and attempt to find her way back into the main room. It was quiet here, with no sassy, loud superheroes to question everything. Iris spotted a ledge against a wall and sat on it, crossing her ankles.

Looking around at the dark interior ship, she considered its size. It was enormous; Manhattan could fit and everyone would have enough space. The number of intricate parts lining the walls and ceiling left her head spinning, nevermind the height. And it was dark. You'd think a spaceship as big as this one would have lots of lights. But no, the shadows every five feet looked like they had a mind of their own.

Do all villains have to go with the whole 'goth' look?

They can't exactly have their evil spaceship covered in rainbows and unicorns, can they? Iris's voice snarked.

You make a fair point.

Iris popped her neck and groaned. Her body was already sore, had it really been that long since she'd worked out? No, it can't have been. Then again, there was the possibility her body and nerves were reacting in a weird way to her display of power. It had been ages since she'd used them to a mass amount, forget about flying through the streets.

"Erm, F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Are you still there?" She called out, standing up.

The reply from the mechanical, female voice was instantaneous. "Yes, Miss Cunningham."

"Um, does this thing come off?" In response, the suit began to retract towards the chest. Iris stared in fascination as it faded away until it was completely gone, the pressure she'd felt earlier when the suit had originally saved her was vanishing along with it. The triangle chest piece fell off into her hand. "Stark thinks of everything, doesn't he?"

Iris sat down again and placed the metal contraption next to her, the blue light acting as a lamp of sorts. She stretched, wincing as her back popped and muscles strained. The suit, as great as it was, did restrict a bit of movement and maneuverability. Don't get her wrong, lasers and internal padding was to die for, but she could use a good massage right now. 

She could also use some common sense, Iris you idiot! Putting her head in her hands, she took inventory of the situation. She was stuck on a ship- an alien one at that- with no food, no water, and as far as she'd seen, nothing that could support human life.