FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 | bonding

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘
bonding

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TO SAY THAT ISLA WAS RESTLESS WAS A COMPLETE UNDERSTATEMENT.

She sat tapping her feet as she watched the clock chimed, eagerly waiting for the handle to turn to three so she could run out that door, to the subway and just sprint all the way to Peter's apartment

She had already thought of the perfect excuse for missing last week's tutoring session. She was simply going to tell him that she thought he meant Monday next week but it was Wednesday so she wasn't sure if her plan was going to exactly work.

Isla couldn't think of a better excuse yet she couldn't help but try and think of one. She couldn't even focus on the maths work that she was trying to distract her with and that she was falling behind on, having spent most of her week excessively worrying about getting a phone call back from Paxton.

She figured that her thoughts were getting way out of control and that she needed to do something to refresh her mind so she went to the bathroom, checking herself out in the mirror for an unusual amount of time.

She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, inspecting her face for any features that she decided she wasn't going to pilfer for the day (she ended up choosing the scar above her right eyebrow) before splashing her face with a bout of water.

She patted her face with a damp cloth, exiting the bathroom, feeling relatively refreshed when a large hand smacked against the window. Isla froze, an immense wave of fear toppling over. She couldn't see who the person was due to the translucency of the window which left her with endless possibilities as to who it was, all the possibilities being potential thieves, Cernunnos or even Hydra (but as the days went on Hydra scoping out for her became less believable to her.)

She slowly inched towards the window, her arms outstretched in case her powers wanted to show up, which she highly doubted but these days she'd rather have been safe than sorry.

She opened the window and swiftly grabbed onto the person's shoulders with full intentions of pushing them but the person had grabbed back onto her after losing their balance. There was a brief struggle between the two if they tried to tear each other off one another but both of their grips were strong with the stranger's grip being slightly stronger. It was honestly a miracle that Isla hadn't toppled over the edge.

"Get off of me!" Isla finally screamed, trying her hardest to shake the guy off her. "You psycho!"

"Isla Isla," The person said, making Isla freak out even more because the person knew her name. "Calm down, it's just Ezra."

Isla calmed down considerably, the two of them relaxing instantly once she had realised the person had been Ezra. She helped haul Ezra in through the window, the two of them completely out of breath by the time he had gotten in.

"Thanks for not murdering me." Ezra huffed, flopping down on the floor as he tried to catch his breath.

"Isla!" The sound of Ms Harrington coming up the steps causing the two teenagers to freeze in their spots. "Are you alright?!"