#twtpeter

Iris has patience with a lot of people -- there's Wally, her siblings, her parents, Lois, Barry -- and perhaps that's not a lot of people in normal human being terms, but to Iris, this happened to be a very long, very extensive and diverse list of people whom she could sit with for hours on end and not want to rip their head off with her bare hands.

Peter Parker, as obvious as the fact that she was turning off her computer and grabbing her bag, was not included in this list.

He was so far off the list, in fact, he was most likely in another dimension, as far as Iris was concerned.  He was so far off the list, she was about to make a trip to his home and show him just how much he'd tested Iris West's patience with his shy nature and his nonsensical jargon. Iris was going to meet Peter Parker's uncle, and not even his intelligent and arrogant brunette prodigy self would be able to stop her. Iris was a woman on a mission -- and when she was a woman on a mission, the world faltered to the background, and all other priorities were less important.

The trip to Blue Valley was just that, a trip, simple and uneventful in the way most trips should be. Iris barely registered the drive there, focused instead on finding her way through the borough's busy and crowded streets -- for a place whose name had the word Valley in it, Iris thought bitterly, it certainly looked nothing like a valley. Instead, it looked like a brighter, wider, and smugger version of Gotham, where the buildings were piled on top of one another but yelled we're smarter than you because we aren't falling and breaking people's necks (and/or their spirits), and Iris absolutely hated Blue Valley. 

But her strife to find Parker and put him in his place was stronger than her resolve to loathe the borough, and so, after about half an hour trying to locate the Parker residence, she found the small house in the midst of a quiet suburbia, away from the smug piled-on buildings and the hustle and bustle, nestled comfortably in between two other equally charming homes, and she parked in the driveway, seeing it was large enough to fit three cars. She exited her vehicle and locked it, the quiet alarm setting once she did, and she hugged her coat to herself as she marched down the pathway to the front door and opened it without knocking -- the people of Blue Valley had a tendency to do this, so she figured she'd try her luck, and, hey, what a surprise, it was unlocked -- brushing past a solemn-looking Peter Parker, smirking as she made her way to his kitchen, where she could see movement.