Ch. 11 Lectures

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I wake up on a rooftop near the water. Peter is sitting next to me, tears forming in his eyes. Then I see the Ironman suit fly down towards us.

"Previously on Peter and Em Screws the Pooch... I tell you guys to stay away from this. Instead, you both hacked a multimillion-dollar suit... so you could sneak around behind my back... doing the one thing I told you guys not to do."

"ls everyone okay?" Peter asks.

"No thanks to you two."

"No thanks to us? Those weapons were out there, and we tried to tell you about it... but you didn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me and Em." He scoffs, "If you even cared, you'd actually be here."

The iron suit then opens up, revealing that he was, in fact, here. Right in front of us.

"Tony, your back." I say sitting up. He looks over at me and glares. If looks could kill....

"I did listen, kids. Who do you think called the FBI, huh? Do you know I was the only one who believed in you two? Everyone else said I was crazy to recruit 14-year-old kids."

"We're 15." I say softly.

"No, this is where you zip it, all right? The adult is talking. What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? Because that's on you two." He pauses for a second, looking at both of us. "And if one of you died... I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience."

"Yes, sir." I say.

"I'm sorry. I understand." Peter apologizes.

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

"We just wanted to be like you." I say, looking him in the eyes.

"And I wanted you guys to be better." He says, staring at me. Then he looks towards Peter. "It's not working out. I'm gonna need the suit back."

"For how long?" Peter asks him.

"Forever." Peter starts to tear up at Tony's words.

"Come on, Tony. He made a mistake, we both did. You can't take his suit-" I try to persuade him. I'm interrupted by him.

"That's how it works."

"No, no. Please." Peter pleads. "Please, this is all I have. I'm nothing without this suit."

"If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it. Okay?" He says sternly. He then rolls his eyes, "God, I sound like my dad."

"I don't have any other clothes." Peter speaks up in between sobs.

"Okay, we'll sort that out." Then he looks to me, "I told you to keep an eye on him, and this is what you do." He then turns around and flies off.

"You what?" Peter looks at me, hurt.

"Peter, it's not what you think."

"So you were never my friend. You were just following orders?" He says coldly.

"No, no, that's not-" he cuts me off.

"You know, I never faked a single moment I spent with you." He then swings off, leaving me with my own thoughts.


Tony and I silently fly home. I'm expecting a lecture when we get back, and that's exactly what I get.

"I can't believe you, I tell you to keep an eye on someone, and you get them into more trouble. What were you thinking?" He shouts at me.

"I was thinking about all the innocent lives that could've been in danger because of those weapons. I was trying to protect the people. Like you taught me." I say coldly.

"By completely disobeying everything I said to you. Did you not think, for one second, how your actions could effect the people you were 'trying to protect'?"

"I'm sorry, Tony. I was too busy fighting the Vulture."

"The what now?" Tony asks.

"The guy with wings. I decided to give him a name."

"So while you fought this so called 'Vulture', you thought it would be okay to put lives in danger. Someone could've died-" this time, I cut him off.

"You think I don't know that? You think I'm just a careless and reckless individual that doesn't think about how her actions effect others? That's all I think about! Constantly! Ever since Lagos..." I trail off, remembering the events that happened almost a year ago. "I could've saved those people from the explosion. I could've prevented the Accords. I could've.... I could've kept our family from falling apart."

"Em, I-" He begins, but I stop him.

"I never knew my parents. I had no siblings. Grew up in foster care. I never knew what love was. Until I came to see you at Avengers tower. You guys accepted me, you guys cared for me. You loved me. All of you. And I loved you back. Then I lost half of you, and things will never be the way they were before. And it's all my fault."

"Em, it's not your fault. Get that idea out of your head. The Accords would've happened anyway, no matter what happened in Lagos. You can't blame yourself."

"But I do. You can tell me all you want that it's 'not my fault' or 'don't blame yourself' but that doesn't change the fact that I do. Everything started going to shit when I showed up. I was the one who tore the Avengers apart, and you can't persuade me differently."

"That's a lot of regret for one person to carry on their shoulders. Everything happens for a reason, what will be, will be. Let me tell you something a very wise person once told me." He clears his throat. "You can't dwell on the past. You can't change what happened, but you can help prevent bad things from happening. It doesn't matter what you did in the past, the errors you made. None of the matters now." I look up at him with a puzzled look. "You wanna know who told me that?"

"I have a feeling you're gonna tell me anyway."

"It was you. You were the one who said it to me, the first day we meet. Do you remember what else you said to me?"

"I know where this is going-" he cuts me off, once again.

"You shouldn't sit here, wallow away in your own self pity, wishing you could go back and do things differently."

"Why did I have to be so wise?" I say, looking up to Tony and giving him a little smirk.

"I don't know. But as soon as you said that to me, I knew you were something special." He kisses my forehead. I give him the longest hug I've ever given anyone in my life.

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