One Dance 3: Illusions

16.

You jogged down the steps and made your way into the entrance. You pulled out your phone to distract yourself from the stares you were receiving.

You knew your hair was messy and you'd gotten a few scrapes, but you'd underestimated how badly you'd been hurt.

You cleaned yourself as best as you could, eyes tearing up as the deeper cuts burned.

You decided to text Sam.

Can you come to the bathroom? I'm hurt a little worse than I thought

She responded in about a minute.

omw

You sat on the toilet seat and tried to clean yourself up as best as you could until there was a knock on the door.

You let Sam in, who could now see you half-dressed and very scraped up.

"Y/n...oh my..."

"I've been through worse," you said nonchalantly. "I just don't know how I'm going to cover this all up."

"Here," she offered, taking off her jacket. "This should help some."

"I don't want to get blood all over it."

She just laughed. "It's an old church sweater from when I was like, fifteen. I'll live if I can't wear it again."

You put the sweater on, which covered your arms. Your face didn't have any visible injuries, but your legs were still exposed.

You'd just use the old 'I tripped' excuse.

"I don't want to rush you, but the opera seemed like it was ending...if you come back right at the end with all those bruises it won't look to good to the teachers."

"Yeah," you said quietly, fixing up the last of the details. You smoothed your hair one last time before stepping out.

"Is Peter okay? He hasn't come back yet."

"He went back to the hotel, he was too shaken up to come back to the opera so I'll just tell Mr. Dell he got sick."

"I hope he doesn't get in trouble," she whispered as you got closer to the auditorium.

"I'll talk his way out of it if he does. What are they going to do, give him a detention?" you laughed.

"I guess you're right," she smiled as you found your way to the seats again.

***

"So tell me again how y/n got involved in a fight I strictly told you to keep her out of?"

"I don't know, Mr. Fury, but the whole class came out too and I imagine she followed them, tried to keep them safe. I asked her to stop fighting and she did."

"I think he did what he could," Mysterio said.

Fury looked between them both and sighed. "Tony should've left her the glasses," he muttered under his breath. "I'm going home. Keep yourself out of trouble, Mr. Parker—I don't think Tony wants to wake up to the world destroyed again."

Peter looked at the floor in shame as Fury walked away.

"I'm not sure I should ask, but we have a meeting in Berlin tomorrow with some top officials. If we could get you some better training, you might actually start to look promising."

Peter looked up in surprise. "I—uh, I don't think...um, I don't think I should."

Fury nodded and walked out without another word.