[Riley's Bathroom – Early Morning]
Queens, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 7:40 a.m.
Steam curled gently from the warm bathwater as Riley eased herself into the tub, the water soothing her tired muscles. The soft glow of morning light filtered through the frosted window, casting a peaceful aura around the small bathroom.
She sighed contentedly, pulling out her phone and resting it on the edge of the tub. With fingers still wet, she quickly typed a message.
Riley:
"Hey, Mr. Stark called us to the Avengers."
Her phone buzzed almost instantly.
Peter:
"Really? That's… huge."
Riley smiled, swirling the water with her fingertips before replying.
Riley:
"Yeah, the whole SHIELD and Avengers showed up yesterday. It was crazy."
Peter's next message popped up fast.
Peter:
"So, skipping school today then?"
Riley grinned and tapped back.
Riley:
"Absolutely. No way I'm missing this."
She couldn't resist teasing him a little. She snapped a quick photo — her thigh just above the water, marked with a tasteful "spoiler" overlay — and sent it with a mischievous giggle emoji.
Riley:
"Don't get distracted now 😉"
Peter opened the photo, eyes widening in surprise. His fingers hovered over the screen as his heartbeat quickened.
Peter:
"Whoa, Riley! What am I supposed to do with this?!"
Riley:
"Just hurry over. I'm still getting fresh. Wouldn't want you to keep waiting."
Peter:
"I'm on my way. Don't take too long."
She laughed softly, a warm glow spreading through her chest. The day ahead was unpredictable, but with Peter close, it felt just a little bit easier.
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[Green Residence – Riley's House]
Queens, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 8:10 a.m.
Riley stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair tousled and messy. She slipped into an oversized hoodie that practically swallowed her frame, paired with a mini skirt that gave her a cool, casual vibe. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror and smirked. Just enough to be comfortable but still cute.
The school bell rang sharply in the distance.
Riley grinned and whispered, "That's him." She chuckled softly, already feeling butterflies.
Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Emily, calm and graceful as always, opened the door. Peter stood there nervously, trying to look casual.
"Hi, Mrs. Green," Peter said with a polite smile. "Is Riley home?"
Emily nodded, giving him a warm look. "She's upstairs."
From behind Emily, Evelyn huffed loudly and called out teasingly, "Hey, Peter! Riley's new boyfriend!"
Peter's face instantly turned red, but he managed to chuckle and pull Evelyn into a quick hug. Then, carefully picking up the little girl, he said, "Okay, Mrs. Green. I'll go find Riley."
He leaned in slightly and whispered with a cheeky grin, "We're just friends, Mrs. Green."
Emily chuckled softly. "Alright, alright, go on then."
Peter climbed the stairs and stopped outside Riley's door. He knocked gently.
The door opened, and Peter froze. Riley stood there, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide.
Evelyn poked her head out from behind Riley's door, smirking.
Riley thought to herself, He always makes me so flustered...
"Uh, ahem… Riley?" Peter stammered, breaking the silence.
Evelyn stuck her tongue out and teased, "I stole your boyfriend!"
Riley's blush deepened, and she snapped, "Shut up, Evelyn!"
Evelyn giggled and retreated, leaving Peter a frnd Riley in the quiet of the room.
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[Riley's Bedroom – Queens, New York City – Morning]
Riley quickly locked the door behind Peter, her fingers fumbling for the latch as a rosy flush crept over her cheeks.
Peter leaned casually against the doorframe, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. His eyes drifted down—just for a moment—to her mini skirt, and he swallowed nervously, cheeks warming. He quickly looked back up, trying to act cool.
"So… what was with that tub picture, huh?" he asked with a sly grin.
Riley's blush deepened, and she swatted his arm playfully. "Stop it, Pete! Seriously."
He chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Just saying—got me all hyped."
Riley reached into her oversized hoodie pocket and pulled out the sleek metallic card with the Avengers Tower logo embossed on it.
"So, what's this Avengers Tower thing about? I'm so hyped for it."
Riley smiled, holding the card up like a VIP pass. "Tony gave me this. Said I should meet him there tomorrow."
Peter's eyes lit up, the excitement clear in his voice. "Whoa. Tony Stark? That's… wow."
She nodded, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Yeah. After everything that went down yesterday, they want to talk. Figure out what my dad's been up to."
Peter's excitement shifted to concern. "Your dad… Max Green? Man, I'm really worried about him."
Riley shrugged, biting her lip. "Me too. But Mom's handling most of it. She's super protective — like a lioness."
Peter looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, whatever happens, you're not alone. If you want, I'll come with you tomorrow."
Riley's eyes sparkled, a mischievous smile curling her lips. "Definitely. And if Ned's free, he's coming too. He's kinda cool… even if he squeaks like a puppy sometimes."
Peter laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, Ned's a riot. Alright, Avengers Tower it is. This is gonna be something else."
They shared a quiet moment before Riley glanced at the clock. "School's starting. Better get going before May gets suspicious."
Peter grinned. "Race you downstairs?"
"On three," Riley said, already moving toward the door.
"One, two, three!"
They dashed out, laughter echoing through the hallway as the day—and the adventure ahead—loomed large.
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[Downstairs – Green Family House]
Emily watched them go with a soft smile. She called after Riley, "Be careful, honey. And Peter? Thanks for being here for her."
Peter nodded, giving a quick wave. "Always, Mrs. Green."
Emily's eyes softened. "You're a good friend to my girl."
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Absolutely — here's the full rewritten continuation:
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[Avengers Tower – Front Plaza]
Manhattan, New York City
June 5, (2025)
Friday, 10:42 a.m.
The sharp glass exterior of Avengers Tower shimmered under the morning light, standing tall like a sentinel over Manhattan. The sleek "A" logo gleamed against the skyline, iconic and powerful.
Peter stood at the edge of the plaza with Riley, backpack slung over his shoulder. He tilted his head back, wide-eyed. "...Whoa."
Riley looked up too, her oversized hoodie dancing with the wind while she tugged her mini skirt back down. "You've seen it a million times, Pete."
"Not like this," he murmured. "This is the Avengers Tower."
She smiled and bumped him with her hip. "Well, it's not just for show. Stark called me, remember?"
"Right, right," he said, looking at her, and then glancing back at the entrance. "Still crazy though. I thought he ghosted people after Ultron."
"Apparently not the Green girls," Riley smirked, pulling out her VIP access card from her hoodie pocket.
The moment they stepped up to the glass doors, a soft hiss slid them open. Two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black tactical suits eyed them. One nodded at Riley after scanning her card.
"Welcome, Ms. Green. You're expected on Level 10," he said, his voice crisp.
Peter gave a slightly awkward wave. "Uh—me too?"
The second agent gave him a quick scan, hesitated, then nodded. "You're cleared. Go ahead."
Peter raised his eyebrows at Riley. "Guess I'm cool by association."
She giggled. "You're lucky I like you."
[Avengers Tower – Lobby, Elevator Hall]
Manhattan, NYC
10:45 a.m.
The lobby inside was massive—high ceilings, sleek black floors reflecting the sunlight from the glass walls, and abstract metal sculptures on display. A red-gold Stark-tech elevator waited at the end.
As they stepped in, Peter couldn't help but sneak another glance at Riley. The way the hoodie swayed over her skirt, legs brushing together slightly, the way she leaned on one side…
Riley caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Pete."
He flinched. "What? Nothing!"
She giggled, crossing her arms and turning to face the elevator doors. "Your face says otherwise."
Peter coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just... cool outfit."
"Mmhm. Sure," she said, cheeks tinged pink.
The elevator beeped. Level 10 – Accessing.
Riley suddenly took a breath, her mood sobering. "Okay… no more joking. We're about to walk into a Stark facility. And S.H.I.E.L.D.'s involved."
Peter nodded, expression softening. "I got your back."
She looked over, and her fingers briefly found his. Just for a second. "I know."
The elevator chimed again.
Ding.
[Avengers Tower – A.C.S.D. Conference Level, 10th Floor]
10:49 a.m.
The doors opened into a clean, high-tech hallway lined with frosted glass and metallic walls. A familiar voice echoed down the corridor.
"Finally," said a sharp voice. "Took you two long enough."
Standing by a holographic table was Maria Hill.
She glanced at Riley, then at Peter. "Green, Parker. You're late. Stark's not happy."
Peter blinked. "Wait… he's here?"
"No," Hill said coolly, "but he's watching. Now let's get started."
Riley gulped and followed Hill in, her fingers tightening around the card in her hoodie.
Peter glanced once at her again and whispered, "Ready?"
"No," Riley whispered back, "but let's do it anyway."
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[Stark Tower – Tony Stark's Office, 87th Floor]
Midtown Manhattan, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 11:17 a.m.
Tony tapped the table twice. A soft click echoed as two small red dots—barely visible—blinked from the edge of the gauntlet as he lifted it. His back was to them.
Peter tilted his head. "Uh… what's that?"
"Nothing," Tony said smoothly. "Just locking in some… diagnostics."
Riley narrowed her eyes but said nothing.
Tony turned around, setting the gauntlet aside. "Now, let's talk. Riley Green—you've got something most people your age don't."
She raised an eyebrow. "A genius engineer dad who turned into a rogue?"
Tony gave a half-smile. "Not wrong. But I meant yourself. You built this glove from alien tech, balanced energy feedback with no guide, and didn't blow your hands off. That's talent."
Riley blinked. "You're not... mad?"
"Oh, I'm furious," he said, then grinned. "Which is why you're in."
"In what?"
He tossed a small StarkTech badge across the desk. Riley caught it.
"The Stark Internship," he said. "Full access. Labs. Sim tech. Whatever you need."
Peter gawked. "No way."
Tony shot Peter a look. "And you. You took her mess, cleaned it up, reengineered the power core, reinforced the dampeners, and added that sick black-purple finish. I noticed."
Peter stood up straighter, trying not to smile too hard.
"But this isn't all candy and tech toys," Tony continued, voice sharpening. "This is me trusting you two to keep working smart... and staying clean. Max Green's not done, and if he shows up again—I want to know before the news does."
Riley felt a strange mix of pride and tension in her chest. "So... we're being watched?"
Tony smirked. "Let's just say I'm keeping an eye on my favorite little engineers."
Peter muttered, "Creepy cool."
Tony nodded toward the elevator. "Now get outta here. Go build something that doesn't explode. And maybe grab a bagel or something. You're both a little too pale."
They stepped back, stunned but smiling. As the elevator doors closed behind them, Riley looked down at the StarkTech badge in her hand.
Peter whispered, "You just got interned by Tony freaking Stark."
Riley laughed under her breath. "Feels like we just got recruited into something bigger."
Peter nodded. "Way bigger."
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[Stark Tower – Elevator, Descending from 87th Floor]
Midtown Manhattan, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 11:23 a.m.
As the elevator hummed downward, Riley leaned against the wall, staring at the StarkTech badge in her hand. The silver glint shimmered against her hoodie sleeve.
Peter looked over at her. "You okay?"
Riley exhaled—half laugh, half shock. "I feel like I could fly."
Peter smiled. "You kinda did just now."
She looked up, eyes glowing. "He chose me, Pete. Tony freaking Stark. Full access. Tech. Labs. Like—do you know what this means?"
Peter nodded, chuckling. "Yeah, I do. And honestly… you deserve it."
Riley grinned wide, full of confidence for the first time in weeks. "This is insane. I'm literally in the Stark Internship. I could build anything now. Improve the glove, try new alloys, maybe even design my own suit modules—"
Peter blinked. "Whoa, slow down. You're talking like a full-on Avenger now."
She bumped his shoulder playfully. "Maybe I'm not kidding."
Peter laughed. But inside, he felt it too—that electric feeling of something big starting.
And Riley? For once, she wasn't just Max Green's daughter. She was Riley Green, StarkTech intern… and she felt unstoppable.
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Got it. MCU-style Peter: awkwardly charming, witty, a little nervous but quick-minded. Here's a rewritten version of that last scene with proper MCU Peter Parker energy:
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[Outside Avengers Tower – Front Steps]
Midtown Manhattan, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 11:31 a.m.
The glass doors of the tower hissed closed behind them. Peter blinked at the sudden brightness outside, then looked at Riley beside him—Stark badge clipped to her hoodie, windswept hair glowing in the sun.
"Well," he said, scratching the back of his neck, "that was... definitely not how I thought today would go."
Riley looked down at the Stark-branded card and smirked. "Tony Stark literally just handed me access to his tech. And tracked us without asking. That's so him."
Peter made a face. "Yeah, I kinda figured the tracker thing the second he said 'we'll be in touch.' That's either really cool or really creepy. I haven't decided yet."
She laughed. "Little bit of both."
He looked at her. "You okay though? I mean… you just got pulled into Stark's orbit."
Riley exhaled slowly, then nodded. "Honestly? I feel kinda amazing."
Peter grinned. "You should. You made something out of alien tech. Like, actual alien tech. That's… crazy impressive."
She nudged him. "You helped reengineer it. Don't forget that."
"I mean… yeah," Peter said, trying to sound casual but clearly hyped. "I just didn't expect that to turn into a Stark-level event, you know? I thought maybe… we'd blow up the kitchen or something first."
They both laughed.
Peter shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets. "So… what now? Ice cream? We just kinda… did the coolest thing ever, and I feel like that deserves a reward. Like, pistachio levels of reward."
Riley blinked at him. "Did you just say pistachio?"
"What? It's the underdog of flavors, and I relate to that."
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "Alright, dork. But I'm getting double fudge."
Peter raised a finger. "I respect that."
They stepped into the busy Manhattan sidewalk, their shoulders brushing, the chaos of the city swallowing them up—but something about today felt different.
Like they'd just stepped onto a new path—one paved with secrets, tech, and the spark of something more.
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[Avengers Tower – Private Communications Bay]
Manhattan, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 11:49 a.m.
The elevator doors slid shut behind Peter and Riley. FRIDAY chimed softly overhead.
FRIDAY (V.O.)
"They're gone, boss."
Tony Stark stood alone in a high-tech bay, flicking a holographic panel. He tapped into a secured channel, his expression darkening as the signal connected.
The screen flickered.
Dr. Max Green appeared. Calm. Composed. Standing somewhere industrial—exposed piping in the background, dim blue light humming around him.
TONY
"Well, well… if it isn't Dr. Unauthorized Memory Cloner. Still using Stark schematics like they're public domain?"
MAX
(chuckling)
"Tony. Always so dramatic."
TONY
No, no. You crossed dramatic when you started cloning people with full recall. That's soap-opera villainy. Even Loki would call it tacky.
MAX
You fired me for saving lives.
TONY
You cloned a man who thought he was the original. That's not saving lives—that's rewriting identity. Big no-no in my rulebook.
Max leaned closer to the camera, voice icy but steady.
MAX
You don't get to wear the hero suit and judge me.
TONY
Says the guy hiding in sewer lights while two teenagers clean up his mess. I met your daughter today. Bright kid. Smarter than you.
Max's jaw tightened, just slightly.
TONY
And Parker? He'll outbuild both of us one day. I've got eyes on them now. Full access. StarkTech isn't free—it's surveillance with style.
MAX
(smirking)
You're tracking them.
TONY
I'm guiding them. And if they get close to your mess? I'll know. In real time. And you won't like what happens next.
The line crackled for a beat. Silence.
MAX
I'm not done, Stark.
TONY
Neither am I.
He ended the call with a flick, the screen collapsing into static.
TONY
FRIDAY, keep every eye on Max Green. If he even thinks about the S.C.D.—I want satellites on him.
FRIDAY (V.O.)
Already watching, boss.
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[Brooklyn Bridge Park – Ice Cream Cart Bench]
Brooklyn, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 12:24 p.m.
The sky stretched wide and blue over the East River. Ferries glided below the Brooklyn Bridge, and the world felt... normal.
Peter sat beside Riley on a park bench, still holding his vanilla cone like it was fragile Stark tech. He looked over at her, eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Okay, so... just to recap," he said, taking a dramatic bite, "we met Iron Man yesterday, handed over a Chitauri gauntlet today, got semi-kidnapped by an AI elevator, and you're now officially part of Stark Industries."
Riley licked her scoop, legs crossed under her. "Don't forget you got called a genius by Tony Stark."
Peter grinned, looking away. "He called you an engineer first."
She bumped his knee lightly. "Still. You're the one who reengineered the glove into that badass gauntlet."
He gave a sheepish shrug, cheeks a little pink. "I mean, yeah… but you're the reason he even noticed us."
There was a pause. The kind where the world blurs out and only two people seem real.
Riley looked ahead at the river, then back at him. "Hey… can I say something weird?"
Peter nodded, already bracing for anything.
"This kinda feels like a date."
His brain paused—then stuttered.
"Wait—like… actually?" he asked, voice cracking a little.
She laughed, sweet and breezy. "Kinda. You know—just… you, me, ice cream, Stark tech in the rearview mirror."
Peter blinked, then smiled that boyish MCU grin. "Okay, well… then this is the best almost-date I've ever been on."
They sat for a moment, letting the river breeze wash over them. Just teens. Just friends. Maybe something more.
Riley leaned back, her eyes closed. "You know… I wouldn't mind if the day just stayed like this forever."
Peter looked at her.
"Yeah," he said softly. "Me neither."
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Absolutely, bro — here's your cinematic, emotional MCU-style moment outside the Green residence, right as the sun paints the sky gold:
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[Green Residence – Front Steps]
Brooklyn, New York City
June 5, (2015)
Friday, 7:01 p.m.
The evening air was warm, and the sun hung low—casting long shadows across the quiet street. Peter and Riley slowed to a stop in front of her house, the final light of the day touching her brown hair with soft amber.
Riley stood still at the gate, her hands loosely at her sides.
Peter tilted his head. "Yeah?"
She looked down, her voice small. "Thanks, Peter."
He blinked, heart suddenly punching a little faster. "For what?"
She shrugged, but her cheeks were already red. "Just… everything. Today."
Peter stood there, hands stuffed awkwardly into his hoodie pockets. "Oh. Uh—anytime. Really."
He kicked a rock at his foot. Then, suddenly, remembered.
"Wait—uh, I totally forgot to tell you…" He rubbed the back of his neck, bashful smile sneaking out. "That maroon oversized hoodie and black mini skirt? You looked… really great. Like—cool. And… really great."
Riley's heart skipped. Before she could think, her hand reached forward, grabbing a tight fistful of his shirt right at the chest.
Peter froze, eyes wide, the soft fabric between them taut.
She didn't meet his eyes. Just stared at the ground, her whole face flushed.
"You look… really good too," she mumbled, barely audible.
Peter's brain was short-circuiting. His ears turned pink.
"Ri… Riley?" he whispered.
She still wouldn't look at him. Inside, her head was screaming, Just say it. Say it.
Tell him. Tell him how your heart won't shut up when he's around. That you've never smiled like this before. That you love him, idiot—
But her voice betrayed her.
"I, uh…" she whispered.
Silence.
The wind passed gently. A car rolled by in the distance. The sun kissed the edge of the horizon.
Peter stepped just a little closer, his voice quieter than before.
"You sure you're okay?"
She nodded, still holding his shirt like her life depended on it. "I just… don't wanna ruin this."
"You're not."
Riley finally looked up.
Their eyes met.
But neither said what they really wanted to.
Not yet.
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