wait, wait.
As much as I found this situation strange and unsettling, I enjoyed it. Being around Flash and not having him torture me was new and a bit alarming. We finish our drinks and leave, Flash zipping his coat all the way up to hide the stain from his tea. We part ways and I walk to the subway.
I am walking head down and zoned out in my blaring music, when someone barrels towards me. I bump into them, removing my earbuds and looking up. I start to apologize when I look into the dull green eyes that I call home.
“El-eleanore, hi, where did you go this morning? I wanted to make breakfast for us, and have us eat it this time, not Ned,” I chuckle. She looks at me as if I’m some alien.
“Peter, do you think I’m dumb? I found my phone, in your hands, unlocked, on Flash and I’s messages. Guess you know why I’ve stayed off of his shit list so long, but thats over I guess,” she says sharply.
I look back down and then up to the sky. She scoffed and shook her head. She started to walk away when I grabbed her arm.
“Eleanore, I’m not mad at you for being Flash’s friend. Me and him talked today. In fact, I was headed back to your apartment to talk about it,” I suffered through her death stare while I spoke.
“I feel like you’re just bullshitting me.”
“Of course not. Eleanore Vincent, I love you. I would nev-” I am cut off by her slamming her dragging me away.
“Where are you even headed?” I asked curiously.
“Stark called me. First day, first impressions. You know the feeling,” she looks up at me.
“I should come with you. You know, help him make some stuff, and all that jazz,” I put my arm around her, she shrugs it off, maybe wait a bit after a fight before trying to go back to old ways. I walk towards the subway.
“Stark sent a car for me. It’s like right there,” she laughed, nodding her head towards the blacked out car waiting across the street.
I walk with her to the car. I flash the driver my ID so he would let me come along for the ride.
We arrive at Stark Tower. Elle stares up and her jaw drops in absolute awe.
“Holy fucking shit,” she whispers. “I am about to go inside of Stark Tower. The Stark Tower. I wonder if I’ll see the lounge where like you’ve probably hung out with like the Avengers and shit. Oh my Freya,” she is breathing heavily, like she just ran a marathon. I don’t confirm or deny her suspicions. At risk that she might drop dead.
I lead her to the door, placing my hand on her back, which she allows. When we enter, I unwillingly drop my hand and have her follow me to the front desk where a woman, perhaps in her late 30s early 40s, smiled at me and asked who Eleanore was. She politely introduced herself and the woman, whose name I now remember is Jane, typed an extension into the phone and whispered something about a kid named Keller. “Take a seat right there. Birkenholtz will be with you in a minute.” She pointed to the overly plush seats next to the desk. We walked over there, though Jane said I could just head up to the lab, but, I insisted on staying with her, much to Elles dismay.
A kid who looks around our age walks out of the room behind the desk. Elle stands up as he starts to say her name, “Eleanore Vincent?”
“That’s me!” she said enthusiastically, but also visibly shaken.
He stretched out his hand, “Keller. Birkenholtz,” he looked her in the eyes and looked starstruck. She gripped his hand and shook it. He moved his clipboard slightly towards me.
“Pete! What’s up dude!” He said slapping my hand and pulling me into a hug.
“Just here to help Mr. S with some things. And help show Elle around,” I grin, placing my hand on the small of her back.
“Right this way then,” he said as he turned and headed towards an elevator.
“I will show you the main floors you will be on. But first, Mr. Stark wanted you to stop by his office. He is in a meeting with Miss Potts, just so you know,” Keller said smiling. I thought she was going to drop dead at the mention of Pepper.
Keller lead us to the staff elevator and we got on, and shuffled off when we reached Starks office floor. He looked down the hall to check if his door was closed, which it was. He walked cautiously towards it and knocked.
“Who is it?” Starks voice came, muffled by the door. I look at Elle and see her eyes widen at the sound.
“B-b-birkenholtz, with the new employee,” he said fumblingly.
“Ah, yes. Come in!”