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...
I lay my head on his chest and surrendered myself to sleep.
1st Person POV (Alexandrya)
I woke up to an empty building.
"Good morning, Miss Alexandrya, the team has instructed me to inform you that they are all on a mission. They should return sometime this afternoon or evening." FRIDAY says to me.
"Thanks, FRIDAY." I say as I got up. I made myself a quick breakfast before heading to the coffee shop. Carter and I talked for a while. He told me he was planning on proposing to Michael this weekend.
"I'm so happy for you guys! Let me know when the wedding is." I said smiling.
"Absolutely!" He responded
It was around noon when I headed home. I ate a small lunch before changing into training clothes.
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Once I got to the training room, I instructed FRIDAY to turn on a simulation. I drew my daggers and prepared myself for what was coming.
The first simulation ended shortly so I started another, this one at a higher difficulty. And another. And another. The difficulties increasing each time. I was about to start up the fifth simulation when I heard the compound doors open.
I told FRIDAY to shut down the simulations and lock all doors. The only confirmation I received was the click of the locks.
I quietly pulled myself into the vents and make my way towards the voices I hear. Once I reach the vent to the common room, it becomes silent.
I looked down and saw nothing.
Suddenly the vent I'm crouching above falls to the ground. I fly out of the vent and immediately dodge the fist aimed at my face.
Suddenly I'm struck from behind, hard. The force of the punch sends me crashing to the ground.
"Oh my gosh. Miss Alexandrya. I'm so sorry." A worried voice came from the ceiling. Suddenly my attacker was right above me. Ignoring the pain in my body, I force myself up and bring my daggers down. They dodge it though.
"WAIT! STOP!" They call, but I'm not falling for it. Turning towards where the voice came from, I get a good look at them. Curly brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, Peter. I slowly lower my daggers.
"Araña?" I ask. He nods and takes a step towards me. I take a step back, still ignoring the burning pain in my back where he punched me.
"I thought everyone was out on a mission, why are you here?" I ask slowly.
"I had school today. Besides Mr. Stark never lets me go on big missions. He says I'm too young." Peter replies as he sits down on one of the couches.
"FRIDAY, please confirm that this is actually Peter Parker." I say and he looks at me weirdly.
"He is indeed Mr. Parker. You are safe." She responds.
