(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⁵⁸ 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙯

Gripping on the bars of the fire escape, Joanna pulled herself up on the frame of her open window of her flat. Hooking a hand in, she rolled forward and fell on her stomach onto the floor, panting heavily. 

Ten minutes later, she walked out of the shower and plopped on her bed, fully dressed. Her phone started to ring on the bedside table and she grabbed it sloppily, answering it, "What's up, Pete?"

"You will not believe who just came over to my house!" Peter spoke into the phone excitedly, jumping on his bed.

"Whoa," Joanna chuckled, sitting up, "What're you talking about?"

"Tony Stark and Y/N Dmitri!" Peter exclaimed, falling on his back on his bed.

"Shut up," she froze for a moment, "If this is some sort of sick prank—"

"Jo!" her aunt, Grace called for her from the living room, "Could you come here for a moment?"

"Uh, Yeah, coming!" she yelled through the closed door, "I'll call you back."

"Oh, I can't wait till you find out!"

"Find out, what?" she frowned, pushing her wet brown curls back her forehead.

"Oh you'll see. It's gonna be amazing!" he squealed and with that the call declined. Joanna eyed the phone weirdly and shrugged to herself.

She walked out of the room and did a double take at the people sitting next to her aunt on the couch, "Wait a damn minute," Joanna looked from a smirking Tony to her excited aunt to an amused Y/N, "You're... You're," she stuttered breathlessly, "Red Recluse. Y/N." 

"Er—hi,"  Y/N nodded with a wave of her hand.

"And you're," she moved to the man.

"Tony," he nodded, still smirking.

"But— what— what're you—Okay," she stuttered and took a deep breath, "Hey, how're you— I mean, what're you doing here?"

"Oh, we're here about the Internship."