#oh moma i miss you :( why did i ever move away from new york :(

[dykehayleywilliams]

Drowning Girl - Roy Lichtenstein

[solarwriting]

Gone for a Moment

Paring: Romantic!Peter Parker x Female!Reader, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: +4.9k

Warnings: death, time travel, swearing

Request: N/A

A/N:  I started writing this forever (4 months) ago and a few days ago I tried to finish it and twice my additions failed to save, third time’s the charm. I also don’t like the first half of this.

“Where are you going again?” Y/n asked her phone, which was lying on the counter beside her as she tried to figure out a blueprint of her dad’s.

Peter, on the other end, answered into the mic of his earbuds, “MoMA.”

Y/n was quiet as she tried to decipher her father chicken scratch.

“Y/N,” Peter called through the phone, “Hello?”

“Sorry,” Y/n sighed, “I’m looking at some of my dad’s old blueprints, for his suits. I think I could modify it. You know to make it comfy.”

Peter laughed into his mic, “You just want you own suit, huh?”

Y/n snorted, “Well it’s not like my dad is going to build me one. I have to take matters into my own hands. And I already have a prototype.”

Peter laughed again, “It’s going to look great, also Ned says ‘Hi.’”

“Ah tell him I say ‘hi’ back!” Y/n exclaimed, “And MJ too, if she’s there. Tell that girl I miss her.”

“They heard you.” Peter said, he was interrupted by Y/n phone beeping. Her mother was calling her.

“I got to go, Peter. My mom’s calling.” Y/n explained, the two ending the conversation with quick ‘love you’s.

“Mom?” Y/n asked after answering the call.

Pepper sighed in relief, “Are you home.”

“Yeah, why?” Y/n asked as she walked the length of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Okay, I’ll be right there don’t go anywhere!”

“Mom, wait! What’s going on?” Y/n attempted to ask before the phone call was cut short.

“Oh, shit.” Y/n whispered to herself as she shakily made her way to the living room, turning the TV to channel six, since they always seemed to have answers.

“Is New York being invaded? This just i-” The sound of the reporter’s voice was interrupted by the ding of the elevator reaching the floor. The doors opened to reveal Pepper Potts searching the room frantically for her daughter.

When her eyes finally landed on the sixteen year old her face visibly softened and her body relaxed ever so slightly. “Mom, you have got to talk to me here, what the hell is going on?”

Pepper looked at her daughter pointedly, “First of all, language, I really don’t need you swearing like your father. Second of all, aliens because it’s always aliens. I need to get a hold of your dad just, stay here.” She instructed before leaving the room.

Y/n pulled out her phone with before typing a message with shaky hands.

“Please tell me you’re not on that ship.” Y/n heard her mother plead from the kitchen.

“Mom, is it Dad?” Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen, Pepper nodded solemnly hand the phone to her daughter.

“Dad?” On Tony’s end, even though the static he could hear her fear, “Are you on the ship?”

“Yeah, honey.” He sighed into the phone.

“Dad, please,” Y/n whimpered, “Come back, we need you. I need you, I love you. Dad.”

“I- lo-e y-, too.” A static sentence came out of the phone followed by dead silence.

The phone slipped out of Y/n’s now sweaty hands, clattering to the ground as the teen quickly followed. Pepper was quick to move, catching her daughter and moving her so she sat in her lap, her head lying on her mother’s chest as she rocked her daughter, “He’ll be back. He’ll be back.” Being repeated like a ritual.

Neither of them were sure how long had passed but they eventually got off of the floor and spent their time watching the news and worrying. At some point, Y/n fell asleep because the next the she woke up feeling off.

“Mom?” She asked looking around the living room as she stood up. Her stomach dropped, “Mom! Something’s wrong.”

Pepper rushed into the room, just finishing a phone call, trying to figure out where Tony was, “Honey, what’s wrong.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, “I don’t feel okay, I-I-I-” Y/n stumbled forward into her mother’s arms, “I love you.” Y/n could knew what was happening, “P-please make sure you live. Make sure you and Dad don’t stop enjoying life because of me, okay?” She asked, her lip trembling and tears rushing down her cheeks.

“I promise, baby. I promise.” Pepper’s face mirrored her daughter’s just as Y/n began disintegrating in her arms.  

Weeks had passed, no word. Almost a month had passed, no word. But Tony Stark was alive and not doing very well. He had just finished his recording, saying goodbye to his fiance and daughter when he was a bright light, moving closer to the ship. The light was so bright he was forced to open his eyes, He was unsure of what he was seeing but it was a woman, a glowing woman. And she carried the entire ship back to Earth.

The next thing Tony knew he was stumbling out of the ship, being supported by the blue meanie when Steve Rodgers ran up to aid him. “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Neither could I.”

“Lost the kid.”

“Tony, we lost.

They looked solemn, “Is, uh.” Tony couldn’t find the words but he didn’t need to because soon Pepper Potts rushed towards him and pulls him into a hug.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Is Y/n? Is she...?” Tony asked trailing after they pulled away from the embrace. Everyone around them was quiet as Pepper slowly shook her head

“She didn’t-”

“No. I did not float through space for a month to come home without a daughter. Take me inside, I need to get her back.”

“Before we do any thing, Tony. We have to help, you. You aren’t well.”

Time passes, Tony was unsure of how long it had been but he woke up lying a bed with a worried Pepper sitting next to him. “Tony,” He looked at her. “S-she told me.” Pepper cleared her throat, trying to hold back tears, “She told me to tell you that she loved us and wanted us, you to live, have a life. She didn’t e=want you to obsess about getting her back, she want you to live.”

No matter the efforts made to hold back the two were both quietly crying together. Pepper sighed, pulling herself together slightly. “I found her, uh, her phone. Look at the last message she sent, to Peter.”

Outgoing: Peter, I’m not sure what’s going on but it seems bad and I hope you’re safe and I really want you to know that I love you, so much Delivered; 23 days ago

“She really loved that kid.”

“Yeah.”

                                           FIVE YEARS LATER

The Starks respected their daughter’s dying wish by living. Life slipped through her fingers and she didn’t want that to happen to her parents. Pepper and Tony settled down, got married (and officially becoming the Starks) They had a kid, even; another daughter, Morgan Stark.

All was well and they were pretty lucky, considering but Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rodgers, and Scott Lang, Ant-Man. Ant-Man and his batshit plan of time travel to get the stones back so they can snap everyone back.

“Tony... We have to take a stand.” Natasha sighed, becoming fed up with the walls Tony was putting up.

“We did stand. And yet, here we are.”

“I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. Bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even...” Scott tried,

“That's right, Scott, I won't even. I got a kid and I’d like to respect the wishes of the one I lost by not dwelling.”

Morgan suddenly bursts out of the door and runs to her father, who picked her up immediately, “Mommy told me to come and save you.”

“Good job, I’m saved.”

That night, just as Tony was finishing up the dishes and continuing his dwelling when he found an old photo frame tucked behind some coffee cups on a shelf above the sink. In the frame was a photo of him and Peter with Peter’s Stark Internship certificate. Tucked into the frame was a small, aged photo of Peter and Y/n. Peter was looking sheepish as Y/n was happily pressing a kiss to his reddened cheek.

Tony smiled at the photo, they sure were cute. He realized, quite suddenly what he needed to do and why. He placed the frame with the smaller photo tucked into corner on the windowsill, for a better view and began his work.

He wouldn’t have been bothered if it hadn’t worked but when his computer told him the model rendered successfully he was in shock and he stumbled backwards, falling into a chair. “Shit!”

“Shit?”

“Done with your Juice Pop? Yeah, I think you are.” Tony said taking the popsicle stick from Morgan and wiping her face. “Time to sleep.”

“Wait, tell me a story, about Y/n.”

Tony sighed, thinking of a story to tell, “Well, this one time she convinced me and a bunch of other people to pretend to forget your mommy’s birthday one year all so we could surprise her with a big party. She was so mad, she came into the room ready to yell at all of us for not remembering but she instead got this huge party.”

Morgan giggled, “That’s funny.”

“Yes, very funny, now go to sleep. Love you lots.” Tony said standing up and walking to the door.

“I love you 3,000.” Morgan said.

“Wow, 3,000. That’s crazy. Go to bed or I’ll sell all of your toys.”

“I love you 3,000, too, big sister.”

                                                       -

Time travel, that was their plan. They were going to use Pym particles and travel through time, something Scott tried to explain. The only thing left to do was locate the stone, when they were and where to retrieve them.

Soon everyone found themselves in the past. Tony, Scott, Bruce and Steve in 2012 , New York to retrieve three of the stones, the Mind, Time and Space Stones. Bruce left to fine Dr. Stephen Strange to get the Time Stone. The remaining three moved, setting their plan into motion, Tony hid with a shrunken Scott on his shoulder. Steve was in position, waiting for his cue.

Tony had just finished insulting 2012 Steve’s ass and Scott quickly came to his defense, “I think you look great, Cap. As far as I'm concerned, that's America's ass.” Scott saluted.

The past Avengers were handing over the weapons to a Hydra team disguised at the time as SHIELD. Scott was confused at how the at how the past Avengers could have been tricked by these obviously bad guys.

Just as 2012 Thor covered 2012 Loki’s mouth to shut him up, Tony saw the Tesseract, “All right, you’re up, little buddy. There’s our stone.”

Scott crouched ready to fly, “Alright, flick me.” Tony flicked him, causing Scott to soar across the room where he landed on 2012 Tony.

Everyone was in position, Tony informed Steve the scepter was on the elevator. Steve went on the elevator, tricking the men into believing he was a part of Hydra and taking the case that held the scepter and the Mind Stone. On his way out, Steve was found face to face with his past self, who was under the impression he was Loki trying to steal back the scepter.

As Steve fought his past self, Tony was on the ground floor waiting for the Avengers to make their exit with the Tesseract. Scott soon found himself inside of 2012 Tony’s Arc Reactor second guessing the idea of giving him mild cardiac dysrhythmia.

“Window’s closing. Pull my pin!” Tony exclaimed over the radio, a moment later 2012 Tony collapsed to the ground, dropping the case with the Tesseract in it. Scott jumps on the case pushing it past Loki and to Tony. Tony picked up the case walking towards the stairwell but was stopped short when a very angry Hulk burst through the door and pushed him down, causing the case to fall open and the Tesseract to land at Loki’s feet.

Loki grabbed the cube and disappeared and Thor used Mjolnir as a defibrillator on Tony, letting out a sigh of relief when he didn’t die. Tony sighed, “Oh. we blew it.”

The three men stood outside arguing about what they were going to do next. They continued to argue about how doomed they when Tony interrupted them, “I got.” Before he continued a young girl, no older than ten, ran up to the trio.

“Dad?” She asked looking at Tony with confusion, she looked at Steve, “Uncle Steve? What are you guys doing? And who’s that?” She pointed at a very confused Scott, who looked at her than at Steve and then at Tony.

“The better question is what are you doing out here, little miss?” The girl looked at her feet embarrassed.

“Well, I wanted to help people. Some got stuck trying to run away.” She explained. This was when everyone really noticed her appearance, she had dirt smudged on her face and clothes and she looked a little tired.

She looked at Tony for a moment before hugging him, he was shocked for a moment before he moved his arms around her. He closed his eyes solemnly, this had to work. Steve glanced at Tony with solemn eyes before glancing to the ground and closing his own eyes. Steve’s eyes soon shot open when he suddenly felt something wrap around him, it was Tony’s daughter, she was hugging him. He wrapped his arms around her as well.

“Bye Dad, bye Uncle Steve. Good job at not dying!” She exclaimed as she rushed away. Steve and Tony exchange a look before looking at a wildly confused Scott.

“Who was that?” He asked pointing in the direction the girl ran off.

Tony sighed, “Not important, now we’re going to get the Tesseract and you’re going back to out present, pissant.”

The pair were in 1970 and they were looking for where the Tesseract could be. Steve sighed, “Tony…”

“Don’t. Let’s just get what we need ang get out of here, okay? Now, imagine you're SHIELD, running a quasi-fascistic intelligence organization. Where do you hide it?”

Steve motioned to a building a few feet away, “In plain sight.”

 -

Y/n remembered being with her mother, becoming dust and then blackness. Now she was back, in the tower, or what was the tower. She looked around, sighing. She was about to leave when she saw a small sparkle of yellow. That yellow spark grew and soon formed a circle that lead to a battlefield, she almost didn’t jump through it but when she saw the unmistakable red of her father she jumped into the portal.

She pulled the suit prototype out of her pocket, she placed the piece on her chest and two on her wrists, the suit unraveled and became form fitting in an instant. The suit was gold and had a few red accents, it was similar to her father’s in many ways.

She flew toward the familiar red of her father. She found him next Peter, they just separated from a hug. Y/n flew down and grabbed her dad in a hug, he was taken aback but when he saw her familiar hair, he squeezed her tightly. Soon he pulled away, her pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I missed you, kid. But right now I got to go.”

Tony flew away to aide in fighting Thanos’ army. Y/n turned around and faced Peter, without missing a beat the two rushed together and connected their lips in a searing kiss. They weren’t sure how long it had been but they knew it felt like forever. They pulled apart, breathless and lips puffy. They rested their foreheads together, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s go help.” Y/n said, capturing Peter’s lips one more before flying away to help where she could.

It was a blur, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed but one minute she was helping a talking racoon take down a couple of Thanos’ soldiers and the next she was kneeled in front of her dying father.

Her vision was blurred as she looked at his face, “Come on, you have to get up. Dad, please. I need you.” Y/n’s body shook with sobs, “Don’t go, please. Please.”

Tony groaned, “Y/n, I need you,” He coughed, “Take care of Morgan. Take care of your sister.” Y/n cried harder as she was pulled away by Steve, who held her as she cried. Pepper kneeled in front of Tony, reassuring him that his girls would be okay.

                                                      -

It turned out Morgan really liked having an older sister and was instantly attached to Y/n at the hip. It was the day of the funeral, Morgan sat on Y/n’s lap on the couch as they watched a hologram of their father, “So I thought I'd probably better record a little greeting... In the case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.” He gets up and walks towards Y/n and Morgan. “What am I even trippin' for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to.” He leans down and smiles, looking at Morgan then up at Y/n, “I love you 3,000, both of you.” The hologram ends.

[marvelouswritee]

Whatever It Takes

(Reader x Peter Paker- Hinted) 

caution: a few swear words. 

summary: follows the events of infinity war. the two best friends -reader and peter- gets involved with tony stark and doctor strange up in space. peter finds more about his childhood best friend. as reader reveals the secrets she/he/ they has kept from him. 

ps: sorry if there’s any wrong grammar or could have used a better word. i tried my best. 

words: 4.5k+

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The sound of speeding vehicles, drivers honking, and taxis’ yelling instead of moving into action sounds like home. Sounds like New York. You were born and raised in the city, but your parents sent you to a private school due to personal reasons. As your parents being respected lawyers in New York, they sure did have connections to a strict boarding school, where the teachers did nothing but push their students over the edge. The boarding school also had a history with expelling students they don’t like. In which, scared you a little, but you didn’t care too much. You are, as your best friends say, a badass. You listen to rock instead of pop. You wear combat boots or sneakers instead of heels. 

That’s also why Peter likes you. His feeling towards you isn’t how he feels about Liz. As he says, Liz is a crush. But, you don’t know that, ever since you started being friends with Peter, he also had a crush on you. Ned will always tease him behind your back and you will chuckle at how his cheeks will turn bright red when you turn around. And, you’ll see Ned trying to hide his laughter behind his hands. 

It’s been a few months since you’ve come back to New York and nothing has been the same in your family ever since. Back then, you’d always have enjoyable dinners with your parents despite their serious manner due to being a lawyer. However, ever since they sent you to that strict and horrible place filled with narcissistic mean girls, there’s tension. It was as if they weren’t the fun parents you grew up to know. They were just... parents. Plain and simple people that provides food, shelter, and your needs. That was it. 

As of now, you were seated next to Ned. His earphones plugged in as his nose scrunches as he giggles on what he’s watching. You buried yourself in the mystery novel you’re currently reading. You live for thrillers and mystery, considering you want to be a detective when you grow up. Then, again, you’re parents wants you to be a lawyer like them. You fought and argued yourself out of that situation. At the end of the day, they still are giving you tips on being a lawyer, giving you lessons, books, etc. 

Peter is behind you, scrolling through his broken phone. His hands were resting near your perfectly brushed hair. Like at home, your friendship with Peter is also awkward. Everything is normal but, at the same time, something feels different. To not see him for a long time breaks your heart. The worst part? You didn’t say goodbye. You only got to say goodbye to Ned since Peter wasn’t at school the day you were leaving. You knew where he was, you just didn’t want to bother him. He was out in the city, doing backflips and saving people in need. You know his secret, having to catch him red-handed one night sneaking into his bedroom when he’s almost late for his curfew. 

You told him you were going to stop by his house to do a project for English class. Aunt May let you in because, obviously, she doesn’t have a clue on where he is. She was preparing to cook so you went to Peter’s room and read. The sun just went down when the window creaked, making you almost jump. You hid on the corner of Peter’s bed, under the top bunk. You watched with confusion as a person in a red jumpsuit crawls on the ceiling. You recognized the suit. It’s Spider-man! You were, at first, astonished by the city’s hero himself. Afterward, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. What was Spider-man doing in Peter’s bedroom? You watched with your own eyes. From him crawling on the ceiling to sneakily closing the door with his spiderweb. And, which surprised you, gasps for air as he takes off his mask. From that day, you swore to Peter you’d never tell anyone about his deep and big secret.  

Well, not until Ned did the same and found out his secret too. 

Everything was peaceful until you hear Peter turn around, almost scratching the leather seat. You tilted your head to see, only to get a glimpse of Peter’s goosebumps and a flying doughnut with smoke destroying the city. His hands rummaged for Ned’s face and said, “I need you to cause a distraction,” with all the superhero panic. You stood up, went to Peter’s seat to let Ned cause a distraction. You already know the protocol. 

“We’re all going to die!” Ned screams out of his seat, causing the students in the bus to open their windows and watch the unknown spaceship invading their city. The bus now murmured in terror or shocked. As you can see from your fellow classmates, they were only paying attention to the distant spaceship. You also saw Peter grab his backpack and turned to you before proceeding to the emergency window. 

“I’ll be back,” he said, feeling his spidey senses tingling even more. He was about to put on his mask when you stopped him. You grasp his wrist before he leaves. 

“Can I come?” you asked. Peter seemed troubled. He didn’t want you, or Ned, to be anywhere that flying doughnut. Also, he was confused about why you wanted to go. It’s not like you have something to help fight the alien spaceship. 

“Why? (Y/N), I can’t risk you getting near that thing, okay?” his eyes showed pure concern and worry. “You’re not going and you’re staying here.” With his command, he flew out of the bus with his mask on. This angered you, but you know the consequences. You don’t have anything to protect yourself like Spider-man. You didn’t have powers to be a hero. But, not all heroes have powers. Just like not all heroes wear capes. 

Just as Peter didn’t take you with him, he went to the city as fast as he multi-task into changing into his suit. He saw it with his own eyes. The city dangered: few people hiding in the shops, things flying due to a high-speed wind from the spaceship, and Mr. Stark about to get hit by a gigantic and tall alien. The alien looked like the Hulk, but he was nowhere in a good intention to save the city. He was there to destroy it. 

Thwip! Peter entered the scene as he slides underneath the megalithic weapon and preventing it from destroying Tony Stark. “Hey, man,” Peter yells rather gleefully to the Hulk-like alien. He took a glimpse back at his mentor. “Hey, Mr. Stark!” 

Tony sat up and asks, “Kid, where’d you come from?” His voice was shaken and stirred. 

“Field trip to MoMA-” just like that, Peter was thrown mid-conversation to the splashing water fountain. He walked it off and swings back to the fight. 

“What is this guy problem, Mr. Stark?”

Tony lasers the alien with his nanotechnology. “He’s from Space. He came here

to steal a necklace from a wizard.”

Peter jumps behind the alien but gets stuck in between its weapon. “Oh yeah?” but instantly gets thrown again. The alien throws him as Tony lasers him through his hand repulsors. The alien has a shield blocking him and, on his other hand, has half of a taxi ready to throw at the flying Tony. Tony misses and Peter takes the flying taxi then throws it at the alien, which made the alien plopped to the ground. Tony was, once again, on the grass and the alien took an attempt to crush him. The genius philanthropist makes a shield and sees the wizard plastered on a flying brick wall like a clock or a painting. 

“Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it!” he says, still holding the shield from the alien. 

“On it!” says Peter, following the floating alien and the wizard. He follows the unknown alien and, as he was closer, a billboard comes flying to his face, making him fall to the road. “Not cool,” he says to himself. 

The red cape of the wizards comes flying out of the wizard’s unconscious body. The gray alien struggles to catch it, which was a great endeavor to save the wizard. Peter almost saved the wizard but a blue light comes down and sucks the wizard up into the spaceship. He shoots a web to a street lamp post, fighting the heavy pull of the spaceship. Peter’s muscles were flexed, he feels his veins almost getting ripped off. Despite the effort, the wizard and Peter are sucked into the flying spaceship. “Uh, Mr. Stark? I’m being beamed up.” 

“Hang on, kid!” Panic rushed through Peter’s mind. All the years of being a hero, saving people, it’s been a tough life. Peter dreads in panic sometimes when he’s getting almost killed or, in this case, getting beamed up. Fortunately, one of the things that gets Peter’s panic out of the way is luck. 

You flip into the light, having no sense around the fact that you’re getting beamed up too. You try to freeze the entrance, but the force was too powerful. A muffled grunt escapes your mouth. “Dad?” you said, “I’m also getting beamed up.” You were shaking. You’ve been to missions before yet those were just simple ones. Those missions didn’t have anything alien in them since you weren’t allowed to go to those missions. You’re father forbid you to. 

On Tony’s screen, there are two dots blinking. The two dots show yours and Peter’s location. To his confusion, Tony asks, “(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” As a father, he cares about your safety and where you are, which is why he doesn’t allow you to participate in any of the dangerous missions. 

“I just want to be sucked up to an alien spaceship,” you scoff, “Obviously, I’m trying to save Peter’s ass!” 

“Now is not the right time to be sarcastic with me, (Y/N)!”

The spaceship is now on the sky, far away from the part of the city they just destroyed. You try and catch up with the spaceship, traveling up to Space in a hurry. You see Peter crawling on the side of the ship, breathing for air. You look down, Tony Stark flying up to you. 

“Peter, let go. I’m going to catch you, okay?” you called to him, knowing he doesn’t have a clue who’s behind the other iron suit. “Pete, you’re running out of air. You’re way too high up!” You watch your poor best friend gasp for air, his chocolate hair flying with the wind. 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “That makes sense.” His body starts to fall and his eyes closed shut. This was a fear of yours. Like your father, you are afraid of either of your best friend’s deaths while you could’ve saved them. You’ve dreamt about it, had nightmares that kept you awake at night. You were like your dad when you were younger. Then, as you adjusted and grew mature, having to experience even just a little of the missions is a terrifying fear. 

“ALEXA, open Mark 15.” ALEXA is the AI you created. When there was a new technology for the world to open people’s blinds or take a view of their front porch camera, you turned the system of the Amazon Alexa into something much cooler. Amazon wasn’t too far behind into creating the whole system into an AI. 

A seemingly looking box comes straight out of the side building of the Avengers Tower upstate. You added extra blast when you were creating it. You actually named it ‘Mark 15’ because you originally planned it as Peter’s birthday gift when he turns 15. Now might have been a good time to bring the suit, much better than what your father created for Peter. Well, as you allow yourself to tease the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist about it. 

The box, flying like a hawk, saves the falling boy and forms the suit smoothly- just as you planned it. Peter abruptly stands up from his previous state and stands proudly. “It smells like a new car in here!” Peter compliments, just like you expected. You and Tony float just near the entrance of the spaceship. 

“Happy trails, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y, send him home,” commands Tony as you were about to inform him that he doesn’t have control on the suit you created. Then, you were stopped when a parachute was formed and turned Peter like a helpless balloon. 

“Dad!” you argued. The mask covering your face went back, just like the new Iron Suit. “Since when did you toyed with my creations?” 

Tony took off his mask, too. “And, since when did you toyed with my creations? Last time I checked, that suit you’re wearing is a prototype.” Tony heated his laser and used it to cut a piece to enter. “You, missy, is going to go home and stay with Pep. Tell her that I’m going to be fine. Also, I already told your fake lawyer parents that you’re with me.” 

“No, Dad. I’m not going back home. I’m staying here with you and fight this. Whatever it takes.” 

“Nope, you’re not, (Y/N). End of discussion.” He says, entering the ship. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, send her home.” Just like Peter, a parachute formed behind your back and flew you away from your father. You couldn’t argue even if you wanted to. You resisted the urge because you know that, despite how much you put into arguing, he will always win. 

No. Matter. What.

Although, since when did children wasn’t so stubborn? 

You activated your claw protocol and stick the pointy nails onto the spaceship before you fly home. You take off the parachute and breathed for air, not having enough air inside of the electronic mask. You sneaked into the spaceship, somewhere your father can’t see that you were in there. You know for a fact he’ll freak out and scold you for not listening to him. By now, your father should have learned that you don’t listen to anyone but your mother. Everyone listens to Pepper. Even the most stubborn ones. Ever since you were born, you’ve basically treated Pepper like your mother, right before her and your father got married. They were married before you left for ‘boarding school’. You didn’t tell anyone, not even Peter nor Ned, about where you went. You planned to tell your loyal friends, but you couldn’t. Safety wise. 

Once you were inside the spaceship, you are hiding behind a pile of items that were stacked up like a mountain. You first see the wizard and the gray alien talking. The gray alien is using his powers to slowly give the wizard pain. You hear ALEXA beep, identifying an incoming call. It was Pepper with her contact name as ‘Mama Pep’. You huffed and ignored it, realizing you shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t want her to worry about you being on the ship, in mind that she’s already is worried. You then see Peter and your father talking. Your father looks a bit mad, considering he told Peter to go home. You sneakily walked up to the stairs and into the mini balcony with the overviewing view of the gray alien and the wizard. You eavesdropped but kept an eye on the wizard, as well. 

“You should not be here,” Tony points with his index finger. Weirdly enough, a floating red cape beside him. 

“I was gonna go home-” Peter starts. 

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

“-But, it was just a long way down and I just thought about you-”

“And, now I gotta hear it.” 

“-And, I kind of got stuck on the side of the ship, and this suit is… ridiculously intuitive, by the way. So, if anything it’s kind of your fault that I’m here.” You quietly giggled on the corner of how adorable he is, rambling about how intriguing his new suit is. It’s also quite charming he likes the suit you created for him. And, that he thinks your father created it, which you rolled your eyes at. 

“What did you just say?” Tony turns to him as did the red cape. It seems like it can move and react like a person. 

“I take that back,” Peter defended himself, “ And, now I’m here in Space.” 

“Yeah,” Tony took a step forward, “Right where I didn’t want you to be. This isn’t Coney Island. This isn’t a field trip. It’s a one-way ticket, you hear me? Don’t pretend like you’ve thought this through. You could not have possibly thought this through.” 

“No, I did think this through.”

“You could not have possibly thought this through,” Tony repeated. 

“You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there’s no neighborhood.” Peter pauses for a moment. “Okay, that doesn’t really make sense, but you know what I’m trying to say.” 

Tony pauses, accepting he can’t do anything to bring Peter home or do anything about this additional situation. Not until he got another additional situation. 

“Also, who was that other iron suit that tried to save me earlier?” Peter asks. 

“Classified information for you, kid. You don’t need to know that.” 

“Actually,” you stepped out of the hidden corner, “he does.” Your mask is off, revealing your rumpled hair and your flushed face, mentally preparing to get scolded by your real father. 

“(Y/N)?” Peter exclaims, “What are you doing here? I told you to stay down on the bus.” His eyes landed immediately on your suit. “Also, what are you doing with this suit?” His eyes screamed worry and excitement. 

“A lot to explain, Pete,” you sigh,” but later. We have a mission to do.” Just as Peter steps out of your way, you have another person in line who needed to talk to you. “Hey, Dad,” you mumbled. You got a glimpse of Peter, whose eyes are wide like he’s seen a ghost. In disbelief, Peter’s mouth shaped into an ‘o’ for a few moments. Ever since kindergarten, he believed your parents are just strict and worshiped lawyers. He was, though, puzzled about how crazy rich your family is. He didn’t care whether you’re rich or, like him, plain, simple New Yorker. Regardless, everything makes sense, now. Tony Stark is your father!

“Dad?” Peter stumble upon his words, “What- why- how?”

You cocked your head towards him, “I told you. A lot to explain, but we’re saving that for later.” 

“(Y/N), what on Earth are you doing here?” You now see something you’ve been seeing ever since you were a little girl. A mischievous little girl underneath the act of innocence. “I sent you home!” 

“Like Peter, I was gonna go home,” you physically used your arms to explain. “But, unlike Peter, since when did I ever listen?” You scoff, a normal protocol of the Stark family arguing. 

Tony sighs, also knowing he can’t do anything about this situation. “Your stubbornness will have consequences, (Y/N)! I thought Pep already talked to you about this, and you always listen to your mother, don’t you?” 

“As you said, Dad, I’m stubborn! I can’t change it! It’s in my genes, my blood.” 

Tony seemed done with your behavior. Again, quite normal. “Okay, we’ll talk about this later,” he turns to the wizard and the gray alien, “Come on, we got a situation.” Peter crouches to the sufferable torture happening as you stood beside your father. You thought about a plan until a brilliant one popped up in your head. 

“Okay, Dad, Pete,” you huddled the two men to your side, “You ever this really old movie Aliens?”  Peter’s expression lights up. 

He snaps his fingers and points them to you. “Exactly what I was thinking! Same minds think alike.” He reaches his hands to you for a high-five. You accepted it with a wide smile on your face. You feel normal again. Peter and (Y/N), a comedic duo pops in your head. Ned has always teased the two of you about it then you’d return it as Ned and Peter, the more comedic duo. Friends, you’ve missed them. 

You and Peter explains the plan as the gray alien adds another glass needle to the wizard. “Painful, are they?” says the alien with its deep voice. “They were originally designed for microsurgery. And any one of them-” Tony lands behind the gray alien, his hand repulsors ready to open fire. “-could end your friend’s life.”

“I gotta tell you, he’s not really my friend. Saving his life is more of a professional courtesy.” The gray alien slowly walks towards Tony, summoning metal objects behind him. 

“You’ve saved nothing. Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.” Ego, you thought behind a corner as Peter is hiding on the other side, What’s up with villains having their ego boost when they know they’re about to get their ass beat?

“Yeah, but the kids seen more movies.” Tony shoots a rocket on the side of the ship via his shoulders. From the alien’s right side, everything is being sucked out with depressurization. The alien gets sucked out of the spaceship along with his metal objects. The red cape attempts to save its master but failed. Peter shoots a web, but it breaks. He shoots one again, almost getting sucked in with the alien. 

“Yes!” he exclaims. Spider legs are formed from his sides. “Wait, what are those?” Peter leaps back into the spaceship while intact with the wizard and his red cape. You stepped in and freezes the hole with nanine to close it. Just like you all agreed on. Tony breaks, Peter saves, and you freeze. Everything went smoothly accordingly to plan. Peter lands on the ground and finds the red cape next to him. “Hey, we haven’t officially met,” he offers a handshake to the cape, which made you chuckle. The cape declines and proceeds to the wizard’s back. “Cool.” 

“We gotta turn this ship around,” the wizard suggests. 

“Yeah, now, he wants to run,” Tony claps back. 

“No, I want to protect the stone,” the wizard argues. Tony walks towards the viewport, the big window. 

Irritated, Tony says, “And, I want you to thank me, now. Go ahead, I’m listening.” 

“For what? Nearly blasting me off to space?” 

“Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

“I seriously don’t know how you fit your head into that helmet.” 

“Admit it. You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.” 

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don’t work for you.”

“And, due to that fact, we’re now in a flying doughnut- billions of miles away from Earth- with no backup.” 

Just like that, you and Peter joined the argument by saying, “I’m back up,” simultaneously. 

Tony turns to the two teenagers. “No, you’re both stowaways.” He waves a finger between himself and the wizard. “The adults are talking.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationships here. Wh-what are they, your wards?” the wizard says.

“No,” Peter stretches his hands for a handshake, “I’m Peter, by the way.” 

“Doctor Strange.”

Peter backed up a step and lowers his hand, “Oh, we’re using our made-up names. Um, I’m Spider-Man, then.” Doctor Stranger turns to you, raising his eyebrows. 

“I’m his daughter,” you point to Tony, maintaining his silence through the whole introduction. “(Y/N).” 

“This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing’s an autopilot,” Tony informs, looking at the system. Doctor Strange walks closer to him.

“Can we control it? Fly us home?” For a second, Tony didn’t respond. His mind went straight to memory lane, the memory where he’s been remembering for years. The time where he went up to Space, placing a missile before the portal closes. The one memory that gives him trauma, anxiety attacks, keeps him awake late at night. “Stark?” 

You noticed this. You’ve been worried about your father ever since he came back home that day. His face was flushed. You were there, too. When he experienced his first nightmare. His first flashback. “Dad? You okay?” 

“Yeah? Yeah.” 

“Can you get us home?” Doctor Strange asks. 

“Yeah, I’m just thinking. I’m not so sure we should.” 

“Under no circumstances can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos. I don’t think you quite understand what’s the stake here.” Tony steps near Doctor Strange.

“No,” he starts, “It’s you who don’t understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he went and sent that army to New York and now, he’s back! And, I don’t know what to do. So, I’m not so sure if it’s a better plan to fight him in our own turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least, on his turf, he’s not expecting it. So I say, we take the fight to him. Doctor, do you concur?” 

Doctor Strange pauses. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But, you have to understand, if it comes to saving you or the kids or the Time Stone, I will not hesitate into letting either of you people die. I can’t because the fate of the universe depends on it.” 

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We’re straight.” Tony steps over Peter, formally tapping both of Peter’s shoulders with the edge of his hands. “Alright, kid. You’re an Avenger, now.” Tony walks away with Peter in disbelief of what his mentor just said. But, then, stands proud with his pride and determination. You were only a few meters away from the ‘pledge’. Overwhelming happiness flows through you. You remembered how Peter would always talk about how he’s going to do the legendary superheroes proud if he becomes an Avenger. 

You walk up to Peter, your nose scrunching from the bright smile you’re giving. You leaped to hug him. “Congrats!” you quietly squeal. You hear Peter return the smile. It’s been like this ever since your friendship with Peter started. When Peter won his first Science Fair, ended up getting a little mad at him since you placed second as he placed first. It didn’t matter to you that one of your best friends is the competition. You just want them happy, even if you can’t give some to you. 

When Peter let go, he requested an explanation. “Hey, this might be a good time to explain why Tony Stark is your father and why you’ve been hiding this from me and Ned.” You paused, contemplating if this is the right time; which isn’t, since you’re stuck in Space with your father, Peter, and a wizard. “Please?” He gave those manipulative puppy eyes. You couldn’t hold back to those chocolate eyes that twinkle, which makes your heart flutter. 

“Okay,” you sigh, “Fine.” You and Peter sit down on the corner, your legs both crossed. “Okay, where do you want to start?” 

“The start. The beginning of it all.” 

“Which is?” 

“Why’d you lie about being the daughter of Tony Stark when you know you could trust me?” 

“Get cozy, children, we might have time to spare. According to the location, this ship is going to Titan,” Tony advised, his back turned from the children, back at the viewpoint with Doctor Strange. 

“Okay, Sherlocks,” you say and returning to the starting conversation. “So…”

                                           ~To be continued~

                                    (PART TWO COMING SOON)

@joe-mazzello-is-my-dad @mindset-jupiter

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New York, New York

July 20th - July 29th 2018

It has been about 11 months since we went to The Big Apple. I have not recovered from it, I don’t think I ever will. There’s just something magnetic about the place, it pulls you right in. It’s like what Alicia Keys sang in her song, “..these streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will inspire you.”, i felt exactly that. It opens up my mind to new cultures and surroundings. Makes you feel like you can be anything you want.

We went through quite a few challenges along the way; the rain, the cold, the summer heatwave, the super expensive uber, the exhaustion, the confusion (mostly because the subway is going through some maintenance so they were re-routing most trains), the roller coaster ride, the lack of variations of food available for us, the locks, the fearless birds. But it was all worth it.

I remember the second we stepped out of the subway station near Madison Square Garden and seeing the streets with the signs filled with people and cars and firetruck sirens echoing into the surroundings (of which we began to hear almost every single day), looking up and seeing tall buildings that goes up endlessly. I just stood there, soaking it all in. It’s like I’m in the movies. It’s amazing. Walking down the street passing by Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller Center and seeing everything all at once was just overwhelming, but it was the good kind. The kind that makes you want more.

It was actually our honeymoon trip and our families sent us off to the airport, we are so blessed and forever grateful for that. We met some of the most friendliest and interesting New Yorkers during our trip and even one thought we were Arabs, of which we just nod in agreement to avoid having to explain our true heritage. We ate middle eastern food almost everyday, Halal Guys, cheese pizzas, tried the famous Shake Shack. All in all the food was great but towards the end I just miss having beef noodles or tom yum or just simply noodles with soup. We went to MoMA and saw Van Gogh’s Starry Night (it almost made the both of us cry), Taylor Swift’s Reputation Tour Concert *screams*, Giraffes?Giraffes! gig, New York Redbull’s soccer match (because the husband is a fan of soccer) and got matching jerseys! We got to go up The Top Of the Rock and see the Empire State from above, The Rose Reading Room at The New York Public Library was gorgeous! Brooklyn Bridge, Grand Central Terminal, American Museum of Natural History, One World Trade Center, Statue of Liberty and we get to take a few days away from Manhattan for a 6-hour bus ride to Buffalo to visit the Niagara Falls. We were so excited and the anticipation to see the falls were just too high until we finally get to see it. One word: breathtaking. We took the tour boat and I couldn’t open my eyes wide enough to see the falls because it was so hot and bright, but whatever glimpse i had at that moment counts as a win. I mean, it’s Niagara Falls! My husband planned this part of the trip, so he was out of his mind happy that we get to see it.

Times Square was just like what you see on tv (or Spiderman movies), super crowded, super bright, super-sized everything. We get to see Times Square both at night and in the day; no complains we love it both times. Coney Island was the one that broke my husband a little because he was afraid of rides and we were suppose to take the Cyclone which by the way was having some technical problems just before we took it (but we didn’t know). Apparently the ride got stuck midway and people had to climb down the tracks. Yes. So anyways we went through the park and took some rides to gear up for Cyclone and when the time comes his palms were as sweaty as ever. So I held his hand and told him it’ll be fine and while sitting in the ride waiting for it to move a girl started to cry because she changed her mind and she didn’t want to take the ride. So she didn’t and I looked at my husband to see whether he’s alright; he looked worse than ever. As the ride start, so did the screaming. I can still hear his screams from time to time now it’s frightening and hilarious at the same time. But I’m so proud of him for facing his fears and braving through. You’re the best! After the ride he couldn’t stop talking about it with both pure joy and fright on his face, he still talks about it now with that same expression.

Also, I get to reunite with my sketchbooks at the Brooklyn Art Library which I’ve done and sent back for The Sketchbook Project. It was like reuniting with a long lost friend. Once before those books helped me express myself in my own ways and seeing them again just brings back the memories attached to them. I also got a bunch of goodies from the library for keepsake because husband said I should since we come all the way. According to my husband this is the sole important purpose of us going to New York, so i could reunite with my books. I marry the right person, without a doubt.

On the way back home, driving up to JFK felt very sentimental. I soaked in the last of everything I see as we drive through the streets. We get to see the sunset while in the car illuminating Manhattan and I waved goodbye. It was an inspiring trip, I guess dreams are really made there.

So!

10 days

23-hour flight

5 Airbnb stays

1 hotel

3 sets of luggage

1 perfect companion

Oh New York, you have part of my heart now.

I’m just going to let the rest of the photos speak for themselves because, why not? Here you go!

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October 5 - Acme Employment Agency

Penelope Fleming hung up the phone with a heavy sigh. She dreaded having to call the client to let them know they would be 2 people short on the janitorial staff tonight. Those employees had just called out sick with bird flu or something at 3 pm, a mere 4 hours before they should be at the client’s office. A wave of panic rose in her chest, and she reached for the paper bag she kept in her top right hand drawer for just such an occasion. Acme was a small company, but it was her baby. And she worried about it, fretted over it, did her best to coax it along when times were hard.

Miss Fleming had grown up in Poughkeepsie, and moved to New York right after college, thinking she would find a job within days of arriving. Alas, her art history degree did not land her a coveted job in the Guggenheim or at MOMA like she had dreamed. But Mr. Capanelli had given her a job bussing tables in his homestyle Italian restaurant to help her make ends meet that first summer. By fall she’d sold most of her valuables, and by Thanksgiving had lost her apartment. Mr. Capanelli had seen her crying after she’d pawned her grandmother’s locket to buy one more week in the sleazy hotel, and he’d taken her up to the third floor of the building, one above the offices. He said he was considering turning it into a studio apartment, perhaps for his son Joey for when he went to college. He asked if she thought she could clean the place up and make it livable; he would pay her for the work, of course. She looked around at the piles of boxes and trash everywhere, seeing just a wee bit of what the floor plan could look like. She’d agreed, of course, and had set about that moment to turn it into a tiny gem. A month later, he’d presented her with the key to it, saying his son had decided that UCLA was more to his liking for college. And, he had a bonus for her. He’d handed her a small box that contained her grandmother’s locket, which she had been unable to redeem for lack of funds.

Miss Fleming had continued working for Mr. Capanelli while she looked for a job in her field. In the meantime, she’d moved up to waiting tables, acting as hostess, and eventually managing the restaurant. Over the years, she’d seen him take in other lost sheep who had no other hope of finding work. And he had even discovered that with her easy conversations with the customers, she had a knack for finding out where better employment was open and which of their current staff might be suitable for which job. She didn’t even realize when she’d given up looking for an art historian position, because she’d become like family to the Capanellis. But when Mr. Capanelli died suddenly 5 years ago, she wasn’t sure what would become of her or the restaurant. After a month, Mrs. Capanelli had decided she wanted to move to California to be close to her only son. The restaurant was going to close in 2 weeks. That gave her 2 weeks to find a new place to live and a new job. She was back to square one. Joey had flown in to help his mom take care of the arrangements for her move, their apartment, and the restaurant. And it was Joey who had sat down with Miss Fleming and offered her a proposition. He’d offered her the chance to buy the building. After much discussion about whether or not she could afford to buy the building, and whether or not she wanted to continue running a restaurant, Mrs. Capanelli and Joey had reached an agreement with her. The building would not remain a restaurant. It could be turned into an office building. For a year, Miss Fleming would rent the building to see if she could make her dream of an employment placement company fly. During that time, she would continue to live in her studio on the third floor, and the Capanellis would take on the cost of renovations as landlords. Joey assured her that the sale of the restaurant equipment would be more than enough to cover 3 months’ expenses, so she still had a cushion. At the end of the year, they would meet again and see if she wanted to arrange to buy the building from them. It was an ideal plan.

Because of the Capanellis, Miss Fleming loved her neighborhood and her neighbors. She vowed to help them when times were hard. So she tried to find each of them a job, every person who walked through her door. Some folks were easy to find work for – the ones who had good resumes and solid reputations. Others were not so easily employed. A few had stolen from or damaged property at their assignments, so she’d had to let them go. And occasionally, there had been the accident-prone ones. But through her years helping her co-workers at the restaurant find placement for free, she’d built a reputation of someone who was good for clients as well as job seekers. And gradually, she had built up a clientele of bigger companies.

Now she was sitting on a trial contract with one of the largest tech companies in the state, two of her employees had called out, and she had no replacements available. Her fingers found the paper bag; she hesitated, then moved her hand over to retrieve the bottle of headache medicine. Chasing two pills down with water, she began to thumb through her rolodex (yes she still used the archaic thing for her most reliable employees). An hour later, she still had no replacements. Conceding defeat, she reached to telephone the client. Glancing up as she punched in the last number, was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Dropping the receiver back into the cradle, ignoring the voice that had just picked up on the other end, she moved quickly around the desk (bumping her hip on the corner), and yanked open her door. The people in front turned at the noise.

“Miss Murphey!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you step into my office for a moment. I‘d like to hear how your latest assignment went.”

Miss Fleming smiled as the woman came around the counter and approached the office. Kate Murphey was one of her newest employees, and rapidly becoming one of the most reliable. She was a recent arrival to the city, came from down south. There was a hint of an accent to her voice, which was pleasant when on the phone. Miss Fleming had been able to place her in a couple of office settings and the clients had found her to be sufficiently qualified. Two of the clients had expressed the desire that Miss Murphey be sent to them any time they needed help. As far as Miss Fleming was concerned, that was the highest compliment a client could give a temp, aside from the willingness to pay the exorbitant fee to buy out the contract to hire the temp permanently before the standard 13 weeks were up.

Miss Murphey entered the office and sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk. She looked a bit mussed from her day, no doubt the subway ride had taken its toll on her clothes. They talked for a few minutes about her latest assignment, which had only lasted a few days. Everything seemed to have gone well. Miss Fleming was concerned that perhaps the woman was too tired to do another job that evening. There was only one way to find out.

“Miss Murphey, I have to say, you are becoming a client favorite. Everyone I have sent you to has complimented your work ethic and eagerness to please on the job. I’m very pleased with your work. You’ve made the clients happy, and that makes me happy.” She hesitated a moment. “But I was wondering, is office work your goal? Or would you be open to other types of work? I can probably keep you in reception or filing jobs if that is your preference.”

Tired as she looked, Miss Murphey replied quickly. “Oh I don’t have a problem with other kinds of work. My last job was in a warehouse, I’ve done a couple of jobs like that in the past.  I have also worked in restaurants, and on cleaning crews. What did you have in mind?”

Trying not to look to eager, Miss Fleming smiled. “How would you like to make $200 for 4 hours of work?”

Miss Murphey frowned and looked askance. “Do I get to keep my clothes on?”

Miss Fleming laughed. “Yes, of course! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply… I have a client, a very big and important client, who employs janitorial staff through Acme. It’s an office in Manhattan, and the job requires basic light housekeeping type duties – vacuuming, emptying trash, stocking and cleaning restrooms and breakrooms, that sort of thing. Our people work in pairs and handle 3 floors each.”

“Why does it pay so much, do they sell diamonds and strip search everyone when they leave?”

“No, not diamonds. It’s a tech company, no bags are allowed in. They don’t do strip searches, so don’t worry about that. You’ll have to carry a badge issued by the guard at the door, it has a chip in it that keeps your location on a screen at all times. As to why so much… can I be straightforward with you?” At the woman’s nod, Miss Fleming continued. “Acme is on a trial contract with this client. They are currently paying us very well to supply the janitorial staff. Two of my regular employees called out an hour ago. The assignment has to be completed by midnight, and there wouldn’t be enough time for the others to do their floors and these three. I need two warm bodies I can trust to go in and work these two days for me. I’m willing to pay for those warm bodies. Are you interested?”

Miss Murphey hesitated for only a few seconds before answering. “Yes, I am definitely interested. Who am I working with?”

The relief on Miss Fleming’s face gave way to worry again. “I don’t know, I haven’t been able to find anyone else.”

“What about my friend, Sunny Campbell? She’s available, and honestly, we could both use the money.”

Miss Fleming’s hand creeped towards the upper right hand drawer of her desk. “I don’t know. She’s a bit…”

“Klutzy? Yeah she can be. But what if I promise to keep her away from anything breakable? She’s good with a mop, and a vacuum.” Miss Murphey’s face was so hopeful, there was no way that Miss Fleming could say no. Besides, it was only for two nights, right?

“Alright, give her a call. I’ll fill out the forms.”

A few minutes later, Miss Fleming handed over the placement introduction card with the client’s address and a couple of Metro Fare Cards. “Dress comfortably, I’ll get Sarah to give you a couple of t-shirts to wear. Just be sure you arrive by 7 pm and sign in with the security guard at the front desk. He will tell you which floors you will be cleaning tonight. Come by Saturday morning before noon, and I will pay you for the next two nights.”

Watching Miss Murphey leave with the Acme Employment shirts a short while later, Miss Fleming caught the faint aroma of spaghetti sauce in the air, just like she did every time something worked out ideally. Good old Mr. Capanelli. She smiled and picked up the phone to call the client to inform them of the change of staff for the rest of the week, and fought the little ball of uncertainty in her stomach. Hopefully Miss Campbell wouldn’t wreck anything….