Growing up as a half-Elven half-Asgardian was never easy on Alexandrya. Her mother died five years after she was born and her father didn't give a rats ass about her. Luckily for Alexandrya, she had two best friends to help her out. That is until he...
"That he is. You should pick him up from school. I know Clint has been teaching you how to drive. Peter would love it." Tony says before getting back to work on some other project.
1st Person POV (Peter)
It was finally Chemistry, the last hour of the day. Today had been a particularly good day. Flash hasn't bothered me once today. I think MJ scared him the other day.
*RING RING*
I quickly got my stuff together and left the classroom. I had a little bit of homework, but nothing too bad. I was starting to walk out of the school when a shout behind me stopped me.
"Hey Penis!" I groaned but turned towards him.
"Hello, Flash. Can we not do this today?" I ask quietly.
"What? Are you scared? Is poor little orphan Parker scared?" He taunted. I tried to ignore him and walk past.
"Hey. You listen to me when I'm talking to you!" I was roughly shoved from behind. I felt the rough pavement scrape the skin on my hands as I cushioned my fall. Then a hand grabbed my hod and pulled me up.
"I asked if you were scared. Now you answer." He said in my face.
"I think the better question is are you scared?" A female voice asked from behind me. Flash quickly dropped me and ran. I turned around and saw Alexandrya standing there. Arms crossed over her chest.
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1st Person POV (Alexandrya) also this is the outfit I imagine for her
"Are you okay, araña?" I ask Peter. He just nods. I lead him back to the car I drove over and he climbs in. I sit in the driver's seat and look over at him.
"Can I see your hands, please?" I ask quietly, knowing he doesn't want to talk about what else happened.
"Why?" He asks quietly.
"I'm gonna heal them. That way they don't get infected and I'm sure you don't want to answer the questions they others will ask." I say and he nods. I reach my hands out and gently take his.
I let water cover his hands. We wait for about thirty seconds before I remove the water. His hands are good as new.
"How?" He asks.
"I'm not sure. I just figured out about it recently." I say as I start the car. We drive in silence for a bit before I speak up again.
"I know you don't want to talk about what happened, but I want you to know that if you ever need to talk, I am more than willing to listen. I know what it's like to be treated like less than dirt. I also know that sometimes, what's needed is just quiet. Whatever it is, I'm open." I say and he nods.
