Hidden - P. Parker |Book I|

52 | Eat

Peter Parker

"You've trained in martial arts before," Ms. Romanoff points out as we walk, looking at Lila. I furrow my brows, confused on how she knew. 

Lila seemed to have the same question, as she frowns a little and nods. "Um, yeah. Yeah, actually. I have a black belt in Taekwondo, and I'm learning boxing now. How did- how did you know?"

Huh. I knew about the Taekwondo, but boxing was news to me. Ms. Romanoff points at feet, then her back before answering, and we all follow her eyes. 

"Your stance. You look ready to fight any second if something came at you, even though you're not doing it consciously. I've only seen a couple people do that." 

Lila's face covers in pink, and she mutters a small thank you, walking side-by-side with us. Rhodey was in front leading the way, and Ms. Romanoff was behind us. 

"And you, kid. You're the tech guy, right?" Ned widens his eyes and looks at her in awe. 

"Ma'am, did you find out by looking at my hands?" All she does is scoff. 

"No. There's just always a tech guy in groups like this." 

This time, I let out a small snicker, and Ned throws me a glare. 

"Here you go, kids. Don't break anything. You know what, don't touch anythi-" Ms. Romanoff pushed us inside the lab before Rhodey could continue, murmuring something about how 'they aren't dinosaurs' and leading us into the cleanest place I have every seen in my entire life. 

Mr. Stark and Vision were there, standing in front of a hologram computer typing up some commands for which I assume for when they were ready to test the box.

Hearing us come in, both of them turned around, faces masked in worry, just like me. 

Gosh, Star was easy to get attached to, wasn't she?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nova 

|I've gotten so used to typing 'Star' that I was about to type that instead of Nova. I think we all just refer to her as Star at this point and I blame Peter.|

I've completely, utterly have lost track of time. Hell, it could be Peter's birthday and I wouldn't know. 

Fun fact: I'm only 2 days younger then Peter; weird, right?

I would usually go and talk to Amelia, but they took her to god knows where. 

The silence was louder then the screams when they paralyzed her. 

It was scary as to how I already cared for the girl and I've never even seen her face. 

My stomach rumbled loudly, cutting my thoughts, and as if on cue, the door to my cell swung open, and I lazily opened my eyes and looked at the man entering in. 

He was the same guy who had ran away almost crying when I pointed out that he looked oddly familiar, but now, his eyes were emotionless like every damn fool in this place. 

All of a sudden, the scent of something intoxicating wrapped around me, and I sniffed, my eyes travelling down the the tray of food in his hand. 

As he walked closer to the wall I was sitting against, I instinctively leaned back, gritting my teeth incase something were to happen.