"Yeah, completely," Peter replied. "I get that every time I even get into my suit." What he was referring to was his Iron Lad suit.
"And me my suit. It's just what happens." Blythe booped Peter on the nose. "God I wanna burst someone's eardrums tonight."
“Oh god, I hope they aren’t mine. I’ll feel terribly sorry for the person who’s eardrums will be useless after you shatter them into small little pieces.” She sighed and looked out the window of the Limo, taking another sip of Sprite and wishing she was back home. “So, you guys excited for this?”
Blythe was hesitant to answer. "Sort of? I haven't really done a huge fight like this without Dad or Papa. It's only been small fights with thugs in the street. The last time I was in a huge fight, I almost died. And I had Dad and Papa with me." she shivered, and Peter squeezed her hand.
“Oh.” Stephanie said as she drank all of the sprite. After that she stayed quiet, scrolling through the pictures on her camera roll. It wasn’t much of a good idea to do, because every picture she looked at just made her feel sad and it made her want to go home. Not the place she currently lived in, but her actual home.
"But I'm sure we'll do fine," Peter spoke up. "I have absolute faith in all of us. We'll get through this and make the other Avengers proud of us. We'll be able to be our own little team."
Stephanie nodded without her eyes leaving her phone. Her smile was replaced with a a slight frown and her happy attitude was replaced with something a bit less happy. If a bad guy did something Stephanie didn’t find amusing, there was no doubt that Stephanie would just kick him or her. “Yeah, make the other Avengers proud. . “
"Miss Rogers, we have arrived," The limo driver informed, the limo having stopped.
"Yes, thank you." Blythe turned to the others. "You guys have your invites?"
Stephanie pulled out her invitation from literally nowhere. It had seemed like she just pulled out a invitation from thin air, which was true, to some extent. She smiled at Peter and Blythe before getting out of the limo. Once out of the limo, she took a deep breath and just looked around.
"I haven't been to one of these for years. Last time I think I was with Aunt Nat." Blythe marveled.
"I don't think I've ever been to one of these," Peter said quietly.
"Of course not, silly. But you get to come to all of them now. With me."
“Aw, how sweet. I’ve been to a lot of these. I think the last time I’ve been to one of these was about two or three years. I can’t quite remember, but this is surely going to bring a lot of memories. Some unwanted memories and some wanted memories. Now, shall we go in?”
Blythe took a deep breath, readying herself. "Yes. Let's go in and get this over and done with." She walked up to the entrance. Being the daughter of Tony Stark, she was one of the more high-end people in the city. So, she got to cut the line. And since Peter and Stephanie were with her, they got to cut as well.
“I keep forgetting that you’re able to cut without making the others in line mad.” She looked back and looked at the pretty mad looking people in line. She smiled slightly and turned her attention to Peter and Blythe. “Yep, without making the others mad.”
"I don't normally use it, but I'm a VIP at most events. And if you're a VIP you get to cut in line anyway. So these people would be getting mad at other VIPs anyway. They're just getting extra mad because it's well known who I am."
“Oh yes, they’re very jealous. And their looks are enough to confirm it, but, haters gonna hate. You can’t do anything about it and they can’t do anything about it. Expect yell and look like a fool in front of other people. Now, can we stop standing outside and actually go inside?”
"Invites," The bouncer said sternly. Blythe handed her invite over, waiting for the others to do so. It didn't take long for him to approve them, and the trio went inside. The thing that was noticeable first was the giant chandelier in the middle of the ceiling.
“Ah, yes. A giant chandelier in the middle of the ceiling that might or not might be taken down by the end of the night due to a very threatening thing that can break that priceless object.” Stephanie said as she walked inside. She looked around and clapped her hands, getting Blythe’s and Peter’s attention. “So, what’s first?”
"Well, I would love to scope the area out, which Peter and I would normally do. But neither of us can do that in an area with this many people. We'll both be seen and I'm a well known person. And I don't know if you can do it either."
Stephanie sighed and closed her eyes, and put a finger to her chin. “What if I scope the area out in my astral form. . but, wait, would that stop the time or not? Dad has been in his astral form multiple times and so have I, but the thing is I don’t understand the astral dimension as well as dad. What to do, what to do?” Stephanie mumbled as she sighed and crossed her arms.
Blythe glanced around, looking up and around. She spotted someone and sighed. She turned to Peter. "Forgive me, Pete. But I'm gonna do something I'm already regretting." She walked away.
Stephanie quickly jotted back to reality when she saw Blythe walking away. She blinked and looked at the direction Blythe was walking, slightly confused. “Where in the actual multiverse does Ms. Rogers thinks she’s going? I will not stand here with an idiot while she does. . whatever.” She paused and then faced Peter. “Well, not really a idiot. . but. . you know what, I’ll shut up now.”
Peter looked around, then spotted who Blythe saw. "Oh, it's just her ex Charlie. Don't worry - he doesn't know that we're together. And I know for a fact that she no longer likes him. He's just really easy for Blythe to manipulate."
Stephanie crossed her arms and frowned. “If Blythe ever does something that affects you in a negative way, I swear to the gods that I’ll beat her up, and there’s the small possibility that I might kill her. . .”
(When it comes to people hurting Peter, she is a ruthless person. She wouldn’t care if Peter forgave them or not, she would literally beat the person that hurts him physically or emotionally. It’s uh. . embarrassing at times.)
"No, you won't," Peter said sternly. "I trust Blythe and I know she's not gonna do anything to hurt me. Charlie fucked with her too many times and she finally cracked. That's the reason they broke up. He broke her and she fixed herself. I know you're protective but you need to trust me."
Stephanie rolled her eyes, now facing away from Peter. Her arms were still crossed, she still had that frown on her face, but now her eyes were following Blythe like a hawk. She sighed and rubbed her temples, and continued looking at Blythe like a hawk hunting their meal. “I trust you. You know, you’re a lot like the oth-“ Stephanie quickly covered her mouth with one of her hands, stopping herself from finishing the sentence. If she finished her sentence, then her jig was up. And there was no way she would be able to explain that she came from a different dimension to Peter and Blythe. . .and the rest of the Avengers.
Blythe slowly walked up to the balcony Charlie was in. At certain events he was even more VIP than her - but only certain ones. This was one of the only events he was. And he had the best view in the room at the moment - perfect for a bit of surveillance.
(you will see what Charlie looks like soon - he's hyperlinked in a chapter)