[𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟼]
2 months later
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(Y/N) DIDN'T get the early call. After waiting for several weeks, she'd given up on the dream to help up on other 'major superhero stuff', although Peter was different. He messaged Happy's number and spammed him with at least four messages a day to remind him of their existence.
He held his phone in one hand while the other grabbed onto the pole from the train. (Y/N) peeked in on what he was doing and sighed.
"Still no response?" she asked.
Peter shook his head. "Nope. I wanna show that what we're capable of. We're old enough to be included in that kind of stuff."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," (Y/N) said. "Let's enjoy school while we can because after that, the fun's over."
"Right, because school is so much fun," Peter replied sarcastically, placing his phone back in his pocket.
"Okay, I exaggerated. But you know what I was trying to say," (Y/N) shoved his shoulder playfully.
The train stopped in the station a few minutes after that, where the two of them got off and walked down the stairs into the entrance of the school, Midtown School of Science and Technology, which was (in (Y/N)'s terms) a school for the cool nerds.
As (Y/N) made her way towards the main door with Peter trailing a few feet behind her, a loud car honk distracted him from his own world and made him jump to get out of the car's way, the two turning around to see an annoyingly familiar person driving the car.
"What's up, Penis Parker?" Flash Thompson, the school bully, called from his grey car before he drove away.
Peter paid him no mind and continued walking forward while (Y/N) heard some people hiding their laughs and resisted the urge to speak up about it, every single day she'd grow more and more annoyed to face Flash in the morning.
When they first started school and Flash had decided to take Peter as his main target, (Y/N) had received detention by 'accidentally' getting in a fight with him. Peter had put up the act of being disappointed, but deep inside he was smiling to himself because no one had ever done that for him.
(Y/N) walked through the swarms of students piling up in the halls of the school and turned back to Peter after checking the clock on the wall, seeing if they had arrived in time.
"I'll see you at — " she started.
"At the Decathlon team meeting. Then we can head for patrol. "
"Right, though I'll have to cut mine short today. Kiara insisted on a 'family' dinner."
"Doesn't matter. You can pay it off by giving me some leftovers."
(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "In your dreams."
He smiled and walked towards his own locker, and (Y/N) did the same thing, heading for her own and unlocking it with one hand, the other shrugging the backpack out of her shoulders.
A figure leaned on the other locker beside hers and cleared their throat, making their presence known to (Y/N).
"Hey, MJ," she greeted to her friend Michelle Jones-Watson, or MJ, as she preferred to be called without looking away from her locker.
"Missed me? Must be exhausting to hang out with that dork all day," MJ said.
"He's not that awful to hang out with. I'd told you a hundred times," (Y/N) grabbed her books and stashed them in her backpack.
"And you know I don't like socializing with a group of losers," MJ replied. "They'll infect me."
"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," (Y/N) said and closed her locker, moving from it and walking through the halls of the busy school with MJ right beside her.
(Y/N) and MJ were one of those friendships that were so different yet they got along pretty well. They'd met during one of the Academic Decathlon team meetings and instantly clicked.
"So, you're free tonight or still have that Stark Intership?" MJ questioned.
"I have the internship," (Y/N) winced and flashed her an apologetic smile, feeling guilty of having to lie to her about it. "But it's already starting to get on my nerves, so I'll make it up to you soon ."
"Yeah, yeah. I know," MJ nodded. "But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mind spending much more time with that Parker kid."
"Oh, please," (Y/N) acted disgusted, though there was a faint red hue in her cheeks.
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"DID LIZ GET A NEW TOP?"
Peter spoke up after being to dazed in staring at Liz Toomes from across the cafeteria, watching her place the poster for the Homecoming dance. (Y/N) looked at him with a frown, finding the whole thing creepy as she dug into her meal.
"No," Ned Leeds, another friend of hers, answered the question, doing the same thing as him. "We've seen that before, but never with that skirt.
"Yet, you probably don't remember what you had for breakfast yesterday," (Y/N) muttered.
"We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy," Peter suggested, being too distracted to listen to her words, though Ned faked offense.
"Too late," MJ said from the edge of the table, lifting her head off her book. "You guys are losers."
"Well, then, why do you sit with us?" Ned asked.
"Because (Y/N)'s the only one I stand from your little trio," she continued.
Ned and Peter raised their eyebrows in confusion but (Y/N) only fought back a grin as she directed her gaze back to her meal tray.
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"NEXT QUESTION." Liz, the Academic Decathlon team captain said in the meeting after classes, standing behind a podium as she held her flash cards in her hands.
"What is the heaviest naturally-occurring element?"
Charles pressed a hand on the bell. "Hydrogen's the lightest. That's not the question. Okay."
"Uranium," Abraham followed after him.
"That is correct. Thank you, Abraham," Liz flashed him a smile. "Please open your books to page 10."
"Peter, it's nationals," Mr. Harrington said from his place at one of the tables with Peter beside him. "Is there no way you could take one weekend off?"
"I can't go to Washington. If Mr. Stark needs me, I have to make sure I'm here," Peter said. "(Y/N)'s going through the same problem."
"I didn't — " (Y/N) tried to protest but saw the look in Peter's eyes, which were silently begging for her to follow along. "Yes, Mr. Harrington. I must say he's right."
"You've never been in the same room as Tony Stark," Flash said without bating an eye.
"Wait. What's happening?" Cindy asked.
"Peter and (Y/N) are not going to Washington."
"No. No, no, no."
"Why not?"
"Really? Right before nationals?" Liz's shoulders dropped.
"Peter already quit marching band and robotics lab," MJ added. "Don't look at me, (Y/N)'s the one obsessed with him. I'm just very observant."
"Flash, you're in for Peter. MJ, you're in for (Y/N)."
"I don't know. I gotta check my calendar first," Flash said. "I got a hot date with Black Widow coming up."
"Bullies Peter for working with Tony Stark, yet he still thinks he has a chance with the Black Widow," (Y/N) pointed out with a shrug.
Abraham pressed on the bell. "That is funny."
"What'd I tell you about using the bell for comedic purposes?" Mr. Harrington said.