(is this like a normal RPG where the narrator comes up with the drama and stuff and the players just respond to it, or am I supposed to be adding in stuff like that too not just you? Wasn't quite sure, cause its one on one)

(If you've got anything you're welcome to throw it out there, just let me know before crazy stuff just randomly starts happening and I go "wait what")

Sophie stopped glaring, turned to him and smiled, "Ya" she said and waved at Peter, "Bye!"

(Ok)

Tony stuck the plate of chips and cheese into the microwave. Setting it, he said, "FRIDAY, ask Sophie if she's hungry, and if she wants nachos. Also tell Clint I need to know how many arrows he wants to put into his thing." The microwave beeped, and Tony pulled the plate out gingerly, yelping a little when he touched the melted cheese. Licking his thumb, he spooned hot sauce over the nachos and dolloped some sour cream and guacamole on top. He sprinkled some chopped tomatoes and onions over the whole thing, smiling appreciatively at it. "There we go," he said, carrying it to the three-seat table in the alcove. Above him, he could hear somebody, probably Clint, running around frantically. Out the window, he saw Sam Wilson trying out the improvements on the Falcon wings. And from below, there came no sound. 'Probably trying to get some sleep,' he mused.

Sophie received FRIDAY's message as she reached her bedroom. "Ok FRIDAY, tell Tony sure. And ask him where he is."

(hey, if anything I say doesn't work, just let me know ;-)

"Sir, Sophie would like to know where you are." Tony jumped. "Sheesh, FRIDAY, a little warning next time! Tell her I'm in our kitchen, where I would normally be when I'm making nachos." He shook his head. That girl. He loved her, but she could be a little oblivious sometimes. He wondered exactly where she'd come from. "Ah well, maybe we'll never know."

(Ok)

Sophie walked into the kitchen and sat down. Reaching for a nacho, "So, uh, what's up?" she asked