When the Dust Settles

Chapter One: A Day in the Life

                                         ***IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR***

Thank you for choosing to read my story.  I am a student, so I may take a while to update.  This story takes place from Spiderman HOCO and through all of the events until Spiderman Far From Home.  I WILL BE CHANGING SOME OF THE EVENTS THAT HAPPENED IN THE ACTUAL MCU MOVIES.  This is so that I can create Dahlia's storyline more easily, so please don't get aggravated.  Leave comments for some ideas for later on in the story if you think that they would be enjoyable to read.  Also, I swear on Peter's life that I WILL NOT KILLOF ANY CHARACTERS IF YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO!  I DONT WANT TO BE THAT PERSON.  I am also a big fan of many who were killed off in the movies and may change the story so that they live.  Anyway, please enjoy the prologue chapter of "When the Dust Settles".

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Winter in New York was one of the most ridiculous things in existence.  With all of the trash littering the sidewalks and the snow being pushed off the roads into piles of brown mush, I couldn't see why so many people wanted to come here during the winter.  There really isn't a plus side unless you want to go the actual city.  But in Queens, there really isn't much to do during the winter season, or any season actually.  Not that I can complain though.  The house that I share with my boyfriend Daniel is on the nicer side- perks of him being in college and having rich parents.  I say share, but technically, I live there rent free.  And though the city may be trashy, the street where we live is unusually pretty around this time of year.

Anyway, school happened to finish around fifteen minutes ago, so I was sitting on a bench in front of the school and eating some trail-mix before I had to walk to the subway station.  Thankfully, It had stopped snowing for the time being, so the twenty minutes it took to get there would be more bearable than it was yesterday.  Still, I really wish that I hadn't forgotten my subway card again.  If I were to leave it at home again on Monday, it would be the third day in a row.  God, I swear I would forget to breathe if that were humanly possible.  Thankfully, I do happen to be human.  I could likely still get home, I just didn't want to have to pay the extra money.  Minimum wage can't buy you much, but I was hoping to use some of the leftover cash that I had saved over the past few month to buy some sort of vehicle.  

Breaking myself out of my daydream, I looked down at my phone to quickly check the time before throwing my empty plastic bag into a near-by trash can and beginning my short walk to the subway station .  The crowd of students had begun to disperse, but I still had to weave right and left to avoid them.  To be honest, I wasn't really the "popular" type.  Sure, I had a few friends, but I was far from a cheerleader.   To put things into perspective, I had been going to school with most of these people since kindergarten, but less than half of them knew much more than my name- some not even knowing that.  That was mostly my fault though.  For as long as I can remember, I have always been obsessed with old myths, causing myself to give off a "weird girl" vibe.  More precisely, I loved the stories about the impossible.  Magic, ancient runes, fantastical creatures that could never possible exist; or so I thought.  Around eight or so years ago, there was, an incident, so to speak.  Lets just say that for a few hours, NYC's skyline got really interesting.  This brings me to my point.  While all of the "normal" people were hiding and fearing for their lives, I sat by a window and watched the events unfold.  You could see the fight going on from miles away.  I remember the sky lighting up with bright blues and dark purples as the Avengers battled with the extraterrestrial forces.  It wasn't until my mother grabbed my by my arm and yanked me away that my eyes left the scene.  

A small tear trickled down my cheek as the thought of my mom came into my mind.  For only  a millisecond, I forgot that she was gone.  It comes in quick flashed, always there to remind me of the wonderful woman who I lost.  I guess that was enough time for the universe to say "fuck Dahlia" and lead me to trip on top of a street grate and lose my balance.  Though it was not a far fall, it was enough to cause me a great deal of pain as my elbow scratched across the pavement.