𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: y/n is kind of a bitch, peter seeks validation and bruce lives in the kitchen
𝐚/𝐧: a very special thank you to @hurts-like-hell-xx for beta reading this chapter! thank you a lot and i love you so much!!
you blearily opened your eyes from your hour long nap to the sounds of someone hammering away in the lab. it wasn’t unusual for someone else to be down there. usually it was tony or bruce working on a new project, but the rest of the team didn’t typically venture down to the basement. two pairs of voices floated up through the vents and caught your attention. maybe tony and bruce were down there together.
you threw the blanket off of you and wearily trudged to the counter for a snack.
“morning, y/n,” bruce’s voice startled you as you reached for an apple. you fumbled for the fruit as you nearly dropped it, turning around to face the team scientist. “good nap?”
you furrowed your brows in confusion. “i thought you were down in the lab with dad?”
“oh, tony’s down there with his new intern,” bruce shrugged as he peered around you to the bowl. “are you going to take the last apple? because i’m really hungry and-”
you tossed it in his direction as you bit your lip. new intern. you’d vaguely recalled tony telling you about some kid he plucked out of a random local high school to be his new intern. “peter porker?”
“parker,” bruce corrected as he took a bite. “he’s around your age. it’s about time you hang out with someone that’s not two decades older than you.”
you rolled your eyes. “whatever. you’re just mad that i beat you in chess the other day.” you stifled a yawn as you pulled your hair back into a ponytail, heading downstairs to the lab.
laughter rang from the basement as you descended down the stairs, running your hand along the railing. you felt a small stab of jealousy in your side. you couldn’t remember the last time you and your dad had laughed like that while working on a suit. you leaned against the railing and watched as a small hammer flew through the air, and a hand shot up to catch it.
the intern’s head of messy brown curls turned to meet your eyes, and as he did, you saw the excitement in his eyes shift to curiosity. the hand that was holding the hammer tightened as he cleared his throat, his smile fading slightly. “o-oh, hey, y/n stark, right?”
your gaze flitted to the suit they were working on. the familiar blue and silver stirred a sense of familiarity in you, and when you saw the yanked out control panel, a stab of anger jabbed you in the side. they were working on your suit without, well, you.
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