|-PART ONE-|
|🩷-14th July 2016-🩷|
|-Peter's POV-|
Why did I have to stay out so late?
I swung sluggishly back to my apartment. Stupid criminals, making me go fight them instead of doing my homework.
"I'll do it on the bus..." I muttered, putting my suit in it's hiding place and climbing in bed.
Less than two seconds later, May burst in, blaring dance music on her phone.
"Peter! Wake up!"
She tore the covers off my bed.
"Ack! Five minutes, May, please!"
She paused the cacophony of airhorns currently playing.
"Peter, it's 7. If you're not ready soon, you'll miss the subway."
I groaned. "Okay, I'm getting up." I stretched.
"Peter, what the hell happened to you?"
"What?" I asked, eyes half close.
"This! Those 'bruises', everywhere! Last week, you made me skip a kissing scene, now you're having sex?"
"Oh my god, I am not having sex!"
"Peter, don't lie to me-"
"It's just, skateboarding, May. I promise, I'm not having sex."
"Okay... you are allowed, you know? Just... when you're older-"
"May, I'm gonna be late, can I get dressed?"
"Right. Love you Peter."
"Love you May. Jeez..." I muttered.
I put on a white t-shirt, jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt. I quickly combed my hair and grabbed my third backpack.
Note to self:
Leaving backpacks in alleys is a very bad idea.
As I ran into the kitchen, I put on another jacket and my shoes. May gave me a piece of toast.
"Thanks May! Love you!"
"Oh! Do you have anything after school?"
"Uhh, yeah. Thursday, Robotics Lab."
"Okay, just don't be late, I'm making that dumpling recipe you wanted to try."
"Bet, see you later!"
"See you later, stay safe, try hard, I love you-"
I closed the door before she finished. I checked my cracked phone.
I am going to be very late.
I slid down the banister instead of waiting for the elevator. I just had to pray nobody saw me.
I grabbed my board and raced down the streets. I jumped straight over the turnstile and slid through the closing doors.
I rested my back on the window.
Phew.
I decided to quickly send a message to Happy.
'Hi Mr Happy'
'School ends at 2:30'
'Ready for my next mission 😁'
'It's Peter btw'
'The spider guy? 🕷'
I sighed, looking at the hundreds of messages I'd sent him.
The train pulled to a halt and I skipped out of it and towards my school.
As I entered the halls, my Spider-Sense tingled. Although, since I'm in school, I couldn't reach to it and had to let myself get hit in the head with a paper ball.
"Morning Penis Parker!" Flash yelled across the hallway.
I groaned quietly. He's so annoying.
I arrived at my locker and, right on time, Ned appeared by my side.
"Dude, you will not believe what just happened!"
"Is it good or bad?"
"Good. So, remember that girl I told you about?"
We started walking to class.
"Which girl?"
"That girl I was friends with when I was little. You know, she used to wear princess dresses and she made me read Harry Potter."
"Hm... yeah?"
"I just found out she goes here and she does the Stark Intership too! And she got super hot!"
"You gonna ask her out?"
He scoffed. "Yeah, when you ask Liz out."
Liz. God, her name gives me butterflies.
Jesus, when did I become such a simp?
"That's never gonna happen. She's pretty, she's smart and she's popular. I have no chance with her."
"How about I set you up with my friend?"
I rolled my eyes. "Do you even remember her name?"
"I haven't talked to her in years. I just saw her this weekend. She said she's been in Canada for 3 years."
"Are you sure she's even real?"
"Yes, I am. I think you'd like her. I'm hoping I see her today."
"Good luck with your imaginary girlfriend."
We did our signature handshake before we parted ways.
|🕷-Later that Day-🕷|
I walked through the emptying school towards Robotics Lab. I planned to quit tonight.
If Mr Stark needs me, I need to be ready at all times.
I mean, if the world needs saving and I'm making a talking dinosaur robot, then he might never trust me again.
I knocked at the door. "Hey, Jordan, I need to tell you something-"
I looked up and noticed a new girl.
"Peter, you're right on time! We've got a new recruit! Y/n, this is Peter, he's one of the smartest kids in the school!"
"Hi, it's nice to meet you."
Wow, she is pretty. She had h/l h/c hair, she wore a t-shirt tucked into a pair of loose blue jeans and her e/c eyes scanned me, with a curious look.
Hey, what are you thinking? You hardly know her! Besides, you like Liz!
"Hi, I'm, uh, I'm Peter."
"Yeah, I know." She giggled slightly.
"What was it you needed to tell me?" Jordan, the club leader, asked.
"Oh, what? Yeah, that's nothing."
"So, they showed me some of the stuff you've made. It's really cool."
"Oh, yeah, wanna see what I'm working on now?"
"Yes!" She shot out of her chair excitedly. Blush quickly set on his face and she cleared her throat. "I mean, uh, yes. I would like that."
I chuckled. I walked over to a store cupboard. I unlocked it and swung the doors open.
"Y/n, meet Smart-E."
The arm sat up and waved, almost like an excited puppy.
"Holy shit..." She whispered, examining the wires and processors. "This is just like Dum-E..."
"Yeah, that's where I got the idea."
"This is exactly like Dum-E, you even used the same hinges and wires and stuff."
"Yeah, I asked him to send me the things I'd need and he did."
"Tony Stark?"
"Mhm."
"Tony Stark, just... gave you the equipment for this."
"Mhm."
"Why?"
"I intern with him."
"Hey, me too." She said, looking at me again.
"O-Oh, really?"
"Yeah, were you on the Tennesse trip?"
"Uh, no, I couldn't go."
"It was pretty cool."
"Uh-huh..."
"Hey, have you considered adding a microphone? For, you know, voice commands."
I looked at her. "That's genius."
She raised her arms and tilted her head. "That I am."
"Hate to eavesdrop..." Jordan started, slipping inbetween us, "But I was, and I just wanted to remind you that, after AV club was cancelled, we got all their old speakers and microphones if you wanna look in that box up there."
We smiled at eachother.
Maybe I can stay in Robotics Lab for a week or two...
|🩷-A little less than an hour later-🩷|
I skipped out of school talking to Y/n.
"Why have I never seen you before?" I asked.
"I've been in Montreal with my Mom's family."
Something clicked in my mind.
"Like in Canada?"
"Oui."
"For how long?"
"3 years."
I thought for a second before asking, "Do you know Ned Leeds?"
She looked at me. "Yeah. Do you?"
"He's, like, my best friend."
"No way! I used to talk to him every day. But then I moved away with my new family and I didn't have a phone back then."
"New family?"
"I'm adopted."
"What happened to your real parents -- if you don't mind me asking?"
"My birth mom's in prison and she's a slut so I never knew who my dad was."
"Oh. Well, my parents died when I was six. I live with my Aunt."
"Sorry for your loss." She looked at me. We both stopped walking.
"It's okay, I hardly remember them."
That's not entirely true.
I remember my mom always smelled like lavender and my dad smelled like leather.
I remember my dad would let me stay up later when mom was busy.
I remember my dad had a big office I wasn't allowed to go in.
I remember my mom always bought me candy when one of them was working late.
But the last thing I remember is going to the Stark Expo with them and losing them in the crowd when the robots attacked.
I heard a faint vibration against the inside of Y/n's bag. She reached in and pulled out her phone.
"I gotta go. My brother's picking me up."
"Oh, um, do you want me to give you Ned's contacts?"
"Yeah, sure."
I opened Snapchat on my phone and showed her Ned's user. I noticed her type in my user too.
"Talk to you later, Peter!" She waved, hopping into the passenger seat of a white Honda Civic.
She's nice. I thought with a smile as I skipped away.
|-Y/n's POV-|
"Hey, Y/n! Have a good day at school?" Freddie asked as I slipped into the seat next to him.
I didn't answer, too busy watching Peter skip towards the subway. I giggled.
What a dork.
"Y/n!" My brother shouted.
I flinched. "Huh, what?"
"I asked how school was."
"Oh, it was great. Made a new friend already." I said, sending Peter and Ned friend requests.
"What's her name?"
"His name's Peter. I met him in Robotics Lab. And I saw Ned."
"Who?"
"Ned! The kid who used to dress up like an astronaut? I made him read Harry Potter?"
"Oh, the kid you had a crush on?" He asked as he started the engine.
"I did not have a crush on him."
"Do you have a crush on this new guy? Paul?"
"His name's Peter, and no, I don't."
"Did you meet any females today?"
I looked at him. "What does the gender of the person have to do with if you approve of them or not?"
"'Cause I don't want my little sister being labelled as school slut on her second day."
"Well, if I do, we'll have definite proof that I am Valerie L/n's daughter."
He glared at me. "What have I said about bringing her up? It upsets the girls." He looked quickly at my younger sisters, Georgia and Mariah, who slept in the back seat.
"Sorry! Humour's my coping mechanism!" I responded sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes, now deciding he'd rather stare intensely at the road than make conversation with me.
I sighed. "Some girl called Liz showed me around. I met a girl called MJ at lunch and someone called Betty let me borrow her pen in Calculus."
He smiled. "Who did you like the best?"
"MJ. She was more chilled out than the other two. They were all up in my face."
The car stopped infront of our new house. It had two stories, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, an attic and a basement.
I unfastened Mariah's seatbelt and carried her into the house. I placed her on her mattress and resided to my room.
The plan was that my parents would have the biggest room, Mariah would have the smallest and Georgia would have the middle-sized one. Freddie would take the basement and I would take the attic.
Unfortunately, the previous owner had left the attic and basement a mess so, until they were properly renovated, I shared the middle-sized room with Fred and the youngest shared the smallest.
I flopped onto the mattress and started scrolling through YouTube.
I heard the front door open and shut, followed by my mother's voice.
"Je suis à la maison!"
Just to be clear, when I saw 'mom' or 'mother', I mean Amélie, the woman who adopted me. And when I say 'dad', I mean Charles, the man who adopted me.
"Salut mama!" I yelled.
For the record, yes, I do speak French. Amélie's family is from Montreal and French in their first language.
She appeared at my bedroom door. "How was school?"
"Great. Made some friends already."
"Good job. Make sure you do your homework tonight. And don't forget to check the dates for the internship!"
"Will do!"
For the record, I have a very diverse family. My mom is a pale blonde women, with ice blue eyes and always has a neat appearance.
My dad is a caucasian man with messy ginger hair and warm hazel eyes. He's like the opposite of his wife.
Fred, like the rest of my siblings, is mixed-race. He's y/r and African-American. He has short, curly black hair and e/c eyes.
Georgia is y/r with Hispanic heritage on her birth-father's side. She has short brown hair and the same e/c eyes as the rest of our siblings.
Mariah is mixed Korean, although she mostly speaks French after living in Canada for as long as she can remember. She has wild, h/c hair and the trademark e/c eyes.
Me? I'm not totally sure what ethnicity my father was. When we entered the foster system, we all had DNA tests, so they could track down our fathers to see if they'd adopt us. According to the records, however, my father didn't exist.
The only thing about me that connected me to my father was a golden snake bracelet and strange markings along my collarbone and ankles.
Well, best not to dwell on the past.