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Peter Parker	Welcome to Ingram Street. Many of the houses have been here since the 1940's, and either aged well or poorly. The house at 20 Ingram Street is well-cared for, and it shows. Groomed lawn, porch swing for two, stately trees, and the sense of somehow traveling back in time. A young man is standing in front of the stately house, next to the mailbox covered in brick. It had been demolished frequently until Uncle Ben got smart and installed it on a metal pole and surrounded it with bricks and mortar. No one's knocked it down since. He checked his watch. He was still early, but hoped the lady would show soon. The young man with the average looks, brown hair cut short, intelligent brown eyes, and baggy clothing waited to see if Miss Felicity Felix would show...
Felicity Felix	2:00 rolls around. Then 2:15. And 2:30. But at around 2:42, a muted roar rumbles down the road, like distant thunder. Distant thunder that *very* quickly becomes actual thunder as a midnight black Wayne Motors VT7 rockets down the road and *skiiiiiids* to a stop in front of the Parker house. About half of the car has been waxed, while a remaining fourth has wax still on it, and the last fourth looks like it got run through a quick car wash. The driver's side door flies open and Felicity jumps out--only to catch her black blazer on the door. Buttons fly, Felicity yelps, and down she goes behind the car. She pops up a moment later, arms propping herself up on the hood, "Hi! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Struggling to get to her feet, she clacks around the massive musclecar's front with an awkward wobble of black pin-heels. Her tie is ajar, her white blouse is a bit rumpled, and her black blazer now hangs open at her sides. Smoothing her hands down and around her hips, she straightens a black pleated short skirt, and flashes him a bright smile, walking with more steadiness. "Hi! Hello! I'm Felicity Felix, I met your friend Spiderman." Pause. "Spider-Man. Spidey. Anyway! I am *so sorry*!" Her eyes go wide, "There was a subway train derailment! And the carwash stopped working. Then I ran out of wax and realized I was already late so I just drove here." She swallows and stops, looking at him. "Sorry."
Peter Parker	The young man smiles, extending his hand. "Peter Parker, Miss Felix. Nice to meet you. Always nice to meet a friend of Spidey's." His smile softens. "And believe me when I say I am the *last* person to judge ANYONE on lateness. It's okay, really." He looks like either a senior in college or a goofy freshman willing to believe anything, but he is polite and softspoken. Courteous, but without that neckbeard "M'lady" vibe. Someone brought up in the traditional sense. "So...tell me about this vehicle."
Felicity Felix	Felicity Felix holds up her hands, eyes wide, "Okay, okay, so, this is a VT7. It's, um..." She glances furtively over her shoulder just a bit as if it might be listening and might be offeded. "...A trim level. Like, a high one." She takes in a deep breath, like she has more to say, watches him expectantly, and then lets it go, tilting her head. "And...it runs?" She turns now to look at it, leaving her back to him as she regards the car. "It's black..." Walking forward a couple steps, she leans forward with her hands on the hood, peeking inside the windshield. A foot lifts behind her slightly, leg bending at the knee, and she's wearing dark stockings. "Automatic transmission... Um..."
Peter Parker	Peter chuckles. "Okay. Hang on." He walks over to the driver's side door, opens it, then takes out a new StarkPhone and using it to scan the VIN on the inner door panel. "How long have you had the car?"
Felicity Felix	Straightening up, she trots around the car to follow him. "Since February, when I was let go from Wayne Enterprises. I was an engineer there." She tries to peek over his shoulder at the phone. "But there was an...accident. And my position had to be downsized. This was a going away present." Seeing her reflection in the window, she eeks and starts to fix her black tie. The phone brings back: 2020 Wayne Motors VT7 High-Frequency Edition. V12 motor, completely outfitted, panoramic moonroof. Registered to Ms. Felicity Felix. Has had 16 insurance claims filed in the last 3 months. Been in the shop three times, once for flood damage, twice for fire damage.
Peter Parker	Peter blinks. "Sixteen claims, three visits to the shop...in the last three months? Am I reading that right?" And he thought HIS luck was bad. He can't IMAGINE what her insurance premiums look like!
Felicity Felix	Felicity Felix nods, still trying to wrangle her tie up. "One of those says fire damage, but I actually flipped it on the freeway visiting my parents. This car wasn't on fire. The other one was. But they still labeled it that way, since it very technically did go through the flames." She finally gets the knot of the tie into place, tucks the tail in, and goes to close her blazer, looking puzzled when she can't actually button it because the buttons are gone. She glances around at the road at her feet.
Peter Parker	Peter nods. Physical, structural damage. He tapped a few buttons on the phone. "Peter? Is this the young lady selling the car?" The voice calls from the front door of the house, and Felicity can see an elderly woman at the door, wearing a blue-green blouse, a white apron, denim jeans, and house shoes. "Yes, Aunt May." He smiles to Felicity. "Felicity Felix, meet Aunt May Parker." "Charmed, young lady. Now, Peter, you and the nice young lady should sit out of the sun and talk." Peter nods, pointing to the porch swing. "Would you like to chat over there?"
Felicity Felix	Felicity Felix is still looking at the ground for her missing buttons when the voice calls. Whipping her head up, she blinks, smiles, and waves, "Hi! Yes I am!" When she's introduced, she offers another little happy wave and nods to Peter, "Yeah, sure. I have the title and--" Tripping on the incline from road to sidewalk, Felicity takes a moment to steady herself, very carefully. "--and everything." Brushing her hair behind her ear, she flashes him a quick smile and starts to head for the porch, "I love your hair!" she calls to Aunt May.
Peter Parker	Aunt May smiles, stepping inside quickly, and Peter can't help a little smirk. That pleasant overture just earned Miss Felix a slice of the best apple pie in New York. He walks up with Felicity as Aunt May returns with two tall glasses of a drink, setting them on the table near the swing. Clear plastic, on ice, the drink smells a little sweet. "Arnold Palmer," Peter explains as he takes one. "Half iced tea, half lemonade. Have a sip and see if you like it. It's a hot day." Peter sits down in the swing, glass in hand.
Felicity Felix	Felicity looks charmed when the drinks are brought out, and she looks over at Peter with a smile, "Thanks. That sounds--" Then the drink tips over at the touch of her fingertips and she makes an alarmed sound, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Bending down, she quickly retrieves the glass, luckily plastic, and shakes her head at the spreading Arnold Palmer across the porch, still tilted forward. "Do you have a towel?? Or paper towels?" She pauses, looking as if she's mentally processing that those are both still towels and whether or not she should correct herself.
Peter Parker	Peter looks to the hardwood floors and smiles wryly. "Don't worry. I can just hose it off later." He pauses for a moment, then hands her his glass. "Here. Just...keep a good grip on it, okay?"
Felicity Felix	Felicity Felix looks hesitant, backing away from the mess only reluctantly. But she turns to sit, smoothing her skirt under her as she does so with an embarrassed, apologetic smile. "Sorry again." Looking at the glass she's handed, she considers it, considers the other glass, and *very* carefully pours out half for each. With a bright smile, she hands his glass back and takes a sip of her own. "Wow, that's actually pretty good!" She looks back over at him, smiling. "Especially on a hot day."
Peter Parker	Peter nods. "Named after the golfer who made it his drink of choice. Now...for the car. The Blue Book value, used, puts it at a little over 37k, but then all the claims and damages knock that down quite a bit. The current value from Carfax puts it at 14,500. How much were you hoping to get?" He holds up his phone so she can see the numbers and know he is not BS'ing her.
Felicity Felix	Her heart clearly sinks when she's given the numbers. Her eyes have a bit of a vacant stare for a moment, and she forces a weak smile. "Y-yeah. It... It sure looks that way." Her gaze drifts away, and she looks a little pale. "New VT7 HF's usually retail for 87,000. So..." She slumps a little, glass held in both hands on her lap. She sounds like she had more to say, but the sentence just kind of floats into silence for a few moments. She glances over at him without turning her head much. "Does it help that the car didn't actually land upside down? I mean, it did flip!" She turns her head more to look at him with both eyes at least. "Not denying that! But it landed mostly on its wheels."
Peter Parker	Peter sighs. "Well..." he looked to Aunt May, a 'help me' glance. Aunt May saved him, again. "Miss Felix, this vehicle is meant to be a graduation present for my nephew. He graduates from high school, as valedictorian. Until a few weeks ago, I had despaired of giving him anything. But we have been blessed, and we wish to help you. How would you feel if we gave you $20,000, right now? We can have a certified cashier's check made out to you directly in 30 minutes."
Felicity Felix	Felicity Felix perks up, looking surprised that Aunt May is still there. She looks up and over her shoulder at the lady. "20,000," she repeats. It's less of a question and more of a flat statement. And it seems for a moment like she's just going to leave the figure there, as if it isn't even worth commenting further on. But then she leans forward slightly, over the glass perched on her lap. She repeats, eyebrows higher, "20,000. Like... Right now. 20,000." Her smile blooms as she takes in an inward breath, lips parted still, "That's...that's wonderful! Yes, absolutely!" She looks over at Peter with a brilliant smile of dismay, as if wordlessly asking, 'Can you believe this???' before looking back up at Aunt May. "I can sign it over right now!"
Peter Parker	Aunt May nods. "Peter, I'll nip on over to the bank and be back shortly. Be a dear and serve her some apple pie." She smiles pleasantly to Felicity. "Miss Abrams down the street is a notary. I will give her a call." And with that, Aunt May leaves, walking down the front walk and down the street. Peter smiles. "Well, then...how do you feel about a slice of apple pie that won the award for Best Pie in New York by the New York Chamber of Commerce in 2016?"
Felicity Felix	"Apple pie...?" She repeats after the departing Aunt May, looking and sounding slightly bewildered. She blinks a few times with a flutter of her eyelashes before looking back at Peter when he says the same bizarre thing. "Th-that sounds lovely." She leans back against the porch swing slightly, looking a little worried. She glances out at the yard, leans toward Peter a bit to check very slightly further around the side of the house. She's wearing strawberry perfume. Then she checks back the other way, and even the sky, as if she's waiting for something to happen. When it doesn't, she gets a thoughtful look on her face.
Peter Parker	Peter stands up. "Just relax. I'll be right out. No one signs anything without witnesses, so we'll wait for Aunt may and Miss Abrams." He smiles, then heads into the house, leaving Felicity on the porch swing for a few minutes. Then the aroma comes before Peter steps out on the porch again. The sweetness of granny apples, sugar, honey, something else... And then Peter steps out with two thick paper plates, each bearing a wedge of lattice apple pie, the flaky crust coated with caramelized sugar. He places one in front of Felicity, a plastic fork sitting next to the slice of pie. "Be honest, be brutal," Peter says with a smirk, settling in with his own plate.
Felicity Felix	When she's left alone, Felicity sits very still, holding the glass on her lap. She rocks the swing forward and back a few times. Then her hair starts to lift with static charge, her eyes widen, and she grips the glass very firmly with both hands. But then the scent of apple pie arrives, along with an actual plate, and Felicity is very quiet as she watches Peter walk around to settle in next to her. The static fades, and she quickly smoothes her hair down, glass moved to the table. She smiles after another moment, very quietly and shyly, and takes a bite. She nods, "Yeah, you're right. Completely terrible." She smirks at him, wryly, the almost-lightning bolt forgotten.
Peter Parker	Peter looks puzzled for a moment. He had a little tickle of Spider-Sense, coupled with the smell of ozone. But then it passes, the tickle goes away, and here is the lady with the damaged blazer... "Hang on." He takes one bite of pie (how does he stay so thin if he eats like this?) and heads over to where she had lost her buttons. "I'm sure Aunt May would offer to sew this back on for you," he calls to her as he picks them up, one at a time. "If not, there's the McGillicutty dry cleaner a block down. They do good, fast work."
Felicity Felix	Almost smirking at his offer, she ducks her head slightly, tone teasing. "I already agreed to sell you my car, Peter Parker. You really don't need to be so...nice, you know." But she frowns at the buttons, looks down at her blazer, and rises from the swing. Setting down her pie, she rolls her eyes over at him, "Who am I kidding, I'd stab myself three times trying to get those back on." Closing her eyes, she pulls off the blazer, stretching her shoulders back and then rolling them out. Her wrist catches the sleeve on one side, and it starts to turn inside out, and her momentarily graceful movement becomes and awkward turn in place as she fights the jacket to get her arm back.
Peter Parker	Peter carries the buttons back, a wry look on his face. "You look like you could use a break. And it will be awhile before Aunt May gets back." He steps inside and comes out with a small sewing kit. "Hand me your coat. Won't be the first time I've had to sew a button on. Aunt May and Uncle Ben always thought I should be able to handle nearly anything."
Felicity Felix	Blinking, Felicity hands over her jacket, now just in her black skirt and white blouse, with a blackk tie more or less set at her throat. She's awkwardly silent for a few moments afterward before finally asking, "So...Graduating, huh?" She lifts her eyebrows ducking forward a little, "Going to college?" She's still standing, hands behind her back now.
Peter Parker	Peter nods as he threads the needle and goes to work on the jacket. "Yep. Graduating from Midtown High School. And I recently got a job working for Stark Industries, so I am able to afford going to college at ESU in the fall."
Felicity Felix	"Stark?!" That catches her off-guard, causing her to pop upright, and she asks with barely contained excitement, "And...a job? Not an internship? You're not going for Engineering are you?" She rubs the back of her neck, glancing aside with a forced smile. "I put in a few resumes with them, but never heard back. SI is tough to break into."
Peter Parker	Peter nods. "Well, you might want to try again. The Director of their HR department, Phil Blevins, was arrested and convicted for blacklisting over a hundred people. He's going to jail for a very long time. So maybe in a little while, you might want to try again." He moves to the next button. "I'm actually working in IronWorks. I'm working on a project to develop a better hip-replacement. It's going very well." He smiled pleasantly to Felicity. "I'm going into the Neuroscience program at ESU. They have a great science department."
Felicity Felix	Felicity very carefully takes a seat on the swing, doing her best not to rock it. And when she actually doesn't, she looks a little confused, as if something were wrong with the swing itself. Cautiously, she relaxes against the backing. "...Your Aunt May seems really nice." It's said quietly, just to fill in the long silence. "And neuroscience? Like...brain surgery?" She smirks a little, "Don't really look like a brain surgeon. No offense."
Peter Parker	Peter chuckles. "Should have seen me before my vision cleared up. Coke-bottle glasses and everything." Nimble fingers finish that button, and he gives it an experimental tug. Satisfied, he moves to the next one. "It's more like cybernetics, prosthetics, restoring the body using technology. Like the hip-replacement. Making life better for people." He looks up and smiles to Felicity. "No higher calling than being able to help people. That's my personal opinion. Whether it's helping Aunt May walk without needing Excedrin every day...or fixing a button on a jacket." He tugs the last button, then holds up the jacket. "What do you think?"
Felicity Felix	She smiles sympathetically, "I think it looks great, but it'll never fit you." She rocks the swing forward and back a couple times now that active sewing isn't taking place anymore. "And it must be nice." She looks back over, "Being able to help people, that is." She shrugs and frowns, looking across the lawn at the monster of a car parked at the curb. With long black streaks where the tires skidded earlier. "I'm just glad I have my rent covered for a while. No more sleazy photo-shoots with slimeballs." She smiles in a briefly-trying-not-to-cry way with her eyes briefly skyward. "Probably won't be a friendly neighborhood spider-guy to save me, next time." She adds quickly, looking over, "Three." She holds up three fingers with a nod. "You tell him it was three times. I'm really lucky he hooked me up with you."
Peter Parker	Peter nods. "I'll tell him. But if you're looking for work, email me your CV. If everything checks out...I'll float it over to Stark's HR. The SANE ones, this time. We can see if you can snag something. You'll probably work harder than you ever have been asked to work...but who knows? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?"
Felicity Felix	Felicity just stares at him. Disbelief. But without a word she leans over, slips her hand into the blazer's interior pocket, and nips out her phone. A few quick swipes and it's unlocked, email's up, and she has her CV already attached. "Email?" she asks, without looking up.
Peter Parker	Peter grins. "Peter.Parker@gmail.com...easy to remember." his grins softens. "I haven't gotten you the job yet. All I can promise is that I will plead your case and let your work speak on its own merits." "Peter?" Peter looked up and it was Aunt May, coming up the walk with a rather pudgy Asian woman with a notary stamp. Peter grinned to Felicity. "Ready to sell a car?"
Felicity Felix	She beams as she sends off the email. "At this point, hope is enough." Then the voice, and the question, and Felicity's head comes up, "Yup!" She bounces up to her feet and starts to whirl into her blazer. Lifting her hair out behind her, she glances over with a grin, "Let's get you into a semi-new VT7."