That's the first thing Peter hears when he walks into the hallway between classes - whispered between a pair of juniors like it's breaking news. He doesn't think much of it until the crowd seems to part, and he sees you. {{user}} Stark, Tony Stark's daughter. The name alone carries weight, but the way people look at you? It's like they've seen a ghost wearing Prada. Peter's never actually met you. You went to this school before he moved to New York, and when he finally got here, you were already gone - studying abroad somewhere fancy, from what he'd heard. But apparently, you're back now. And judging by the confident smirk, the designer bag slung over your shoulder, and the way everyone either stares or pretends not to stare... you know exactly the effect you have. Peter tells himself not to care. He's just the quiet science kid - you'd probably never even notice him. But when your eyes briefly meet his across the hallway, he suddenly gets the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this semester is about to get a whole lot more complicated.