A/N: I have discovered online movie scripts and suddenly, life is easy.

So I'm actually writing like three chapters ahead of what you're reading now and Civil War is in full speed. Full disclosure, it will seem like Civil War is starting off really slowly but then it'll be, like Rhodey says, BOOM! You won't even see it coming *cue me evil laughing the distance*

If you're getting antsy, just know that you'll know Everything about Adelaide by chapter 60 the latest ;)

Also, PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I love reading all of your comments and comments go straight to the heart :,) Yeah, I know that doesn't make any sense but roll with it ;)

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"I'm just very happy for Peter.

He sounds like a really great guy."
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A FEW WEEKS LATER

"You're doing it all wrong," Tony said, watching the teenager, "Here, let me."

The billionaire took the hoverboard from the teenager's hand, placing it on his table. They were standing in his lab, huddled over the Deathboard. It had been weeks and Pepper still wasn't back. Adelaide always visited her, though. And Tony being the mechanic that he was, he tinkered. The Deathboard was seemingly his first prey.

It started when he found the teenager in his lab, flying laps around the room on the hoverboard. After watching her fly for about five minutes, the Deathboard began beeping and shaking out of balance and then it died. Luckily, Adelaide got away with only a scratch. But, since then, Tony had made it his mission to 'fix the piece of crap.'

Adelaide didn't argue. She knew it wasn't the best it could be. It only ran for 10 minutes and, lately, it wouldn't stop making a strange beeping noise. So she let Tony tinker with it, helping him out occasionally.

"Now give it a go," he said, closing the panel underneath the board and handing it back to her, "Oh, and I got rid of the button."

"You mean the on and off button?" she asked him, giving him an incredulous look.

"Yeah," he said, wiping his hands on a rag, "Now you have to lightly tap twice on the backside."

Adelaide laid the board on the ground and stepped onto it unsurely. Glancing at the billionaire and hoping this wasn't some practical joke he was playing on her, she gently tapped twice on the back of the board with her heel. The board came to life with a soft whirring sound that was unlike the earlier roaring noise of the propellers. The bands along the length of the board lit up with a soft white light.

And then the board did something Adelaide never expected it to do.

"Scanning...Scanning...Scanning complete. Hello, Miss Rivers," a male voice with a British accent said, "What would you like for me to do?"

Adelaide gaped at Tony who merely grinned, putting his hands up.

"Y-You put a voice in it!" she said in an accusing tone.

"His name is TADASHI," he said, with his familiar billionaire grin tugging at his lips.

Adelaide almost forgot what she was about to ask after seeing his grin. She had forgotten how much younger he looked when he smiled. She missed seeing him smile, which was hypocritical considering she didn't do it as often anymore either. The teenager thought that the only thing that would bring his smile back was Pepper but she had forgotten how strong he was.

He was used to the pain. Enough to push past it and live life in the present. She should learn how to do that from him.

"What does it stand for?" she asked, wanting to see the passionate smile on his face again.

"I stand for The Artificial, Diligent, And Super High Intelligence," TADASHI informed her, "However, you are enabled to change my name at any time that you please."

Adelaide considered her choices. She could change it, except what would she change it to?

"Who is he named after?" Adelaide asked the billionaire. Tony gave her his famous playboy smirk.

"Guess," he smirked. Adelaide felt a grin tugging at her lips and she thought she knew the answer.

"Tadashi Hamada?" she asked, feeling excitement bubble in her stomach and her grin widened before Tony even answered. She had a feeling that she was right.

"Bingo," he grinned.

"Are you serious!" she laughed. She loved Tadashi Hamada and she had forced Tony to watch the movie with her despite his multiple excuses to avoid watching it. He never actually admitted that he liked the movie, but Adelaide knew that he had and this AI only confirmed it. He also knew how much the teenager loved Tadashi.

"I'm always serious," Tony said and Adelaide rolled her eyes at his ego. Secretly, however, she was very glad that he was being cocky again – even though it was slightly annoying. Tinkering with her hoverboard had helped him more than it had helped her.

"Would you care for a test run, Miss Rivers?" TADASHI asked. Tony's infectious grin had affected Adelaide as well and now she was grinning wildly like a child on Christmas morning, not that she knew what it actually felt like being a child on Christmas morning.

"Yes," she answered with a grin, "And call me Adelaide, please."

"As you wish, Adelaide."

Slowly, the Deathboard effortlessly rose up, lifting her along with it, and slowly began flying her across the lab. The ride felt much smoother than before and she could feel the board quietly humming under her feet unlike roaring loudly like when they had first experimented with it.

A few laps around the later, the board gently landed her at the same spot she started and Adelaide stepped off, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"So?" Tony asked, watching her expectantly, "Was it great or was it great?"

"It was amazing," she breathed, grinning wildly.

"Here, put this on," Tony said, tossing her a thin metal cuff. Adelaide looked at it curiously before sliding it over her right wrist. There were five small lights on the top that lit up one by one and then they all flashed together.

"Hold your arm up like...this," the billionaire instructed, pulling her wrist up. Adelaide watched him unsurely. What in the world was he doing? A moment later, her question was answered when the hoverboard flew up, attaching itself to the cuff on her wrist.

"Magnets," he explained with a smirk, "I have those on my suit, too. The Deathboard – amazing name, by the way – will come to you from anywhere. You just gotta raise your wrist."

"Awesome!" she laughed, taking the hoverboard into her hands. The board was barely 2 inches thick now and it also looked much sturdier. Per her request, Tony had done some aesthetic touch-ups on the board as well and now it had thin red stripes running along the length of the board that lit up white whenever the hoverboard was activated or in use.

"I love it!" she shouted, throwing her arms around the billionaire. Tony was caught off guard for a moment but a moment later he hugged the teenager back with a ridiculously large smile on his face.

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"It's late, what are you still doing up?" Pepper asked. She had heard the tv playing when she woke up to get some water and when she came downstairs, she found the teenager watching Stranger Things at 3 in the morning.

Adelaide looked over her shoulder at Pepper who still managed to look authoritative even in her pajamas. Adelaide had began to spend some nights over at Pepper's place (which Adelaide still didn't like). Tony said he didn't mind and Pepper was more than happy to have her over. It was like having divorced parents. Did she just call Tony and Pepper her parents? A strong indication that she needed sleep.

"I don't sleep," she shrugged. It was true. It had been almost 2 months since she had properly slept. Naps were the only thing that kept her going. She didn't get as many nightmares during her hour nap during the day.

"You don't sleep," Pepper repeated as if the teenager had been joking and crossed her arms across her chest. It was too late – early – for this conversation. Or any conversation, for that matter.

"Nope," she answered, turning back to the tv. Pepper sighed, dropping her arms.

"Adelaide, what is going on?" she asked, walking towards the teenager. She rubbed her face, trying to wake herself up. The woman had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

"Nothing," Adelaide answered, "I'm surprised you didn't notice earlier, I'm already rewatching season 2." She had been coming over for about a week now and this was what she did every night. Pepper sat down on the sofa beside the teenager, took the remote out of her hands and turned the volume down.

"You can't..." Pepper sighed and paused, "You can't just not sleep."

"It's been working pretty well for a month now so I'd say I can," Adelaide argued, her eyes stubbornly watching the tv.

"You look like hell," Pepper stated. Adelaide rolled her eyes.

"Gee, thanks," she mumbled, trying to focus on the tv instead of this conversation which was becoming increasingly harder.

"You need to sleep or you are going to die," Pepper argued, giving the teenager a stern look.

"You don't want me to sleep," Adelaide sighed, finally tearing her eyes away from the tv. The woman gave her an incredulous look.

"Adelaide what have I been arguing about with you for the past five minutes?" she asked. Adelaide looked away with another sigh, biting the inside of her cheek to ignore the feeling in her chest.

"I...I get nightmares," she confessed quietly, staring out the window, "And I...I make them real."

"I don't understand..." Pepper said, furrowing her eyebrows.

"My powers," Adelaide started, "I use them in my sleep and it makes everything feel so real and I can't wake up until it's over. I scream in my sleep but I can't wake up."

There had been a time a few weeks ago when she had screamed in her sleep and Tony had woken her up. She hadn't tried to sleep since then. The nightmares only seemed to get worse every time she did so she gave up trying.

"Adelaide..." Pepper started, "Doesn't Tony...does he..."

"Wake me up?" Adelaide said and Pepper nodded, "He did, once. But he screams in his sleep, too. Not every night, but I'm never asleep so I always wake him up when he does."

"But it's not your fault," Adelaide hurried to say once she saw the expression on the woman's face. This is what she meant when she said she always hurt more people than helped them.

"Yes it is," she said quietly, holding her head in her hands.

"It's not," the teenager argued, flailing to find the right words, "Trust me."

They both silently stared at the floor for a very long time. Adelaide wasn't sure how much time had passed before she realized that Pepper had fallen asleep on the sofa. Carefully, Adelaide helped her lie down, put a pillow under her head, and a blanket over her body.

She might not realize it, but Pepper wasn't doing any better without Tony either. Adelaide saw it in both of them – they were incomplete without each other, only they were too hard-headed to realize it.

Watching Pepper as she slept, Adelaide hoped they would realize it before it was too late.

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"Hey Bugboy," Adelaide teased when she saw the familiar red and blue flash in front of her. He swung himself beside her, letting his feet fall into the pool in front of him.

"I hate that name," he groaned.

"Then that's what I'll call you," she smirked and Peter rolled his eyes under his mask, fighting back a smile. He had been coming every night to see Ada. She was here some nights and on the nights that she wasn't, he would do some crime fighting in Manhattan before heading home. Adelaide felt much more comfortable around him now and they had become sort of...friends.

"You weren't here yesterday," he said and she sighed, lightly swinging her feet in the water.

"Yeah, I was over at my aunt's and she has the eyes of a hawk," she said, a small smile on her face, "She'd catch me before I could even walk out of the door."

"That bad, huh?" he laughed. Adelaide smiled.

"That bad," she agreed.

"What about you?" she asked, bumping her shoulder with his, "How do you handle school and homework and sneaking out every night – wait do your parents know that you're Spider-Man?"

"My parents?" he whispered, feeling his throat tighten, "N-No, they don't."

"Well, they might find out sooner or later," she teased. Peter swallowed, looking down.

"My parents died years ago," he whispered and Adelaide dropped her smile, feeling terrible.

"Oh..." she whispered, "I'm so sorry, I didn't..."

"It's fine, you didn't know," he shrugged, wanting to change the topic before it turned into a pity fest, "So you got any friends at school?"

"A few," she shrugged, looking away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, reading her expression. She shrugged again.

"I have this friend," she started, "His name is Peter. Remember the science fair?"

He nodded eagerly, wanting her to continue. Since she had stopped talking to him, he never got to see how she felt about the whole science fair night fiasco.

"We did a group project together. Me, Peter, and our other friend, Ned. We made a hoverboard," she told him, "Peter was supposed to bring the hoverboard except he was late and when the judges came to us, they were really impressed with our project but when I told them that we didn't have the hoverboard, they disqualified us. It was so humiliating."

Peter winced, very glad that she didn't know that it was him under the mask. He had a feeling that a bit of her anger was resurfacing.

"And that wasn't the first time he had stood us up either. One night, he disappeared on Ned and I and no one knew where he was. I even called his uncle but he didn't know either and it was so late and you know how New York is. Of course I was worried about him," she said, glancing at him. Peter nodded in agreement. He remembered that and he remembered how angry she had been with him that time.

"Of course you would be," he said.

"Then the next day when I confronted him, he told me I was overreacting. Do you think I was overreacting?" she asked him. Peter's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. He had learned his lesson last time to never tell a girl that she was overreacting.

"Definitely not," he said.

"Exactly. And then he invited me to his house to do math homework – I'm actually pretty good at math, by the way. I think he only pretends to help me with my homework because he needs the practice," she lied and Peter disguised his laughter as a very weird-sounding cough.

"He sounds like he's not very good at math," he said and Adelaide shrugged.

"Anyway, you know what he gives me? Coconut chocolates!" she said, exasperated, "He knows the only thing that I'm allergic to is coconuts and he still gives me that. The nerve of that guy."

"Wow, he sounds like a douche. Then?" Peter asked innocently, enjoying watching her rant. He had a feeling that she had been penting all this anger up for a while now and it was weirdly entertaining to watch her get angry over him.

"Then he tried to apologize to me but we both ended up arguing again and then he–" Adelaide stopped, suddenly remembering what he had done next.

"He what?" Peter asked, not realizing what the answer to his question was. In his defense, he had barely been following along to begin with.

"Um, nothing," Adelaide said, clearing her throat and looking away.

"So did he make it up to you?" Peter asked, referring to the recent events of the science fair. However, Adelaide's mind was still spinning around that one snowy day.

"H-He did," she mumbled, feeling her stomach doing strange things at the thought of Peter kissing her. It had been so long ago, it almost felt like it was only a dream but the strange feeling on her lips proved otherwise.

"He did?" Peter asked, confused. When had he made up to her about the science fair? And if he had, then why was she still not talking to him?" "How?"

Adelaide's fingers flew up to touch her lips before she realized what she was doing and she tried to cover it up by pretending to scratch her cheek. Peter looked at her oddly. What was she doing?

"I don't remember," she lied, "It was last year, it's been a long time."

At this, Peter grew even more confused. Last year? But the science fair was only...oh. She wasn't talking about the science fair. She was talking about...He glanced over at her hand resting under her chin and her odd gesture from earlier suddenly made sense.

Oh...Oh.

Peter felt his face getting hot and he was suddenly grateful for his mask covering his red face. That's how he had made up to her last time. Did that mean that he should...this time, too? No...No! That was the craziest idea ever. But then again, he had no idea how girls worked. He cleared his throat loudly.

"Um so, uh, did he um...I mean, are you still...you know, mad at him? For the science fair, I mean," he stuttered. Adelaide was relieved for a change of topic.

"Yeah," she answered, "Very. Wouldn't you be if your project got disqualified?"

He nodded unsurely.

"And the worst part is that he won't even tell me where he had been during the science fair. When I had asked his aunt, she said he wasn't home. And every time I ask him, he just doesn't answer," she sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. Peter suddenly had the urge to tell her the truth but he held back.

"I think you should forgive him," he suddenly said and Adelaide looked up at him in surprise.

"You do?" she asked, "Why?"

"Well, you said he's your best friend, right?" he asked and she nodded, "Then he probably misses you and he probably feels terrible about what happened."

Adelaide knew that he was right. Peter always looked miserable around her and she knew that he felt terrible for what happened. And he was her best friend and she knew him well enough to know that he hadn't done it on purpose. But...

"You're overthinking it," he said, reading her expression, "You miss him too, don't you?"

"Too?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. Peter's eyes widened.

"I-I mean he probably misses you too," he stuttered, "So...um, do you? Miss him, I mean."

"Yeah," she said quietly, staring at the water, "A lot."

Peter grinned under his mask, feeling his heart do a little jump. She missed him!

"Then what are you thinking about! Forgive the poor guy!" he said, starting to feel excited. Adelaide bit her lip unsurely.

"I don't know..." she muttered.

"Don't think too much," he said, grasping for a string to pull. Was this considered cheating? Probably, but he didn't care if Ada was about to forgive him.

"Okay," she breathed, sitting up straighter, "Okay, I'll forgive him."

"Yes!" Peter shouted, throwing a fist in the air and Adelaide laughed, giving him a strange look.

"Why are you so happy about it?" she asked. Peter sat back down, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm just very...happy for Peter," he lied, "He sounds like a really great guy."

Adelaide rolled her eyes, smiling. He was. And she was going to forgive him.

She was finally going to forgive Peter.

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With the end of the school year coming up, Midtown High was going crazy.

Teachers were prepping for final exams and putting grades