A Hero?

Remember what?

"I need a favour"

I wake up from a nightmare and look around. No one. Just the same old ally I like to call home. I stand up and dust off my clothes. I run my hands through my hair trying to make it look clean by shaking it making it fluffy. I grab a piece of glass off the ground and look at my reflection. I mean. It could be worse.

I grab my old backpack and shake it off. It was a bit windy last night and dust fell from the rooftops onto me. I put on my backpack and start walking. Once I get to the front step. I walk in. Preparing myself for, well, school. High school to be exact.

I walk down the halls passing by the popular girls who are giggling and laughing at some nerd that tripped.  My thing is I don't talk to anyone nor do I make myself noticeable. I'm like a ghost you could say.  Except. I feel the need to become a friend to this guy named Peter Parker or penis Parker. Basically the school loser. So why do I feel like its a mission I have to do? I don't fucking know.

I make it to my first class which has to be math. I'm great at it I just don't see the need to sit for an hour and learn what I already know. I swear its like being asked 'what's 2+2' so fucking stupid if you ask me.

I sit in the back so I can keep my ghost thing going. I don't even think the teachers know my name. I put my head on my desk and drift off to sleep. 

I wake up to the bell and look on the board at the front. Algebra? Again? I learned that shit at like 5 years old.  I leave to go to chemistry when someone's pushed from across the hall and they come falling back at me. I stop their fall by putting my arms under their armpits and push them back up to notice its that Peter kid.  And the one who pushed him was a kid named flash. Well not really flash its Eugene but everyone 'has' to call him flash.

I start walking back to chemistry when this Peter kid comes up to my side.

"Hi, umm thanks for catching me." He says looking at me while I still look ahead. I'm 6 feet tall so he has to look up a bit making him stand at about 5,7. 
"Yeah," I say.  
"I'm Peter by the way," he sticks out his hand for me to shake but I don't.
"I know," I say.
"So what's your name?" He asks.
"Rylan," I say simply.

"Well nice to meet you Rylan." He says.
"Yeah, same." I stop at my class and he stops too walking in the classroom. I walk in after him and sit in the back. Peter moves from his spot to right next to me. Why? Just why?

"So why have I never known you were here before?" He asks.
"Well I don't like the attention." I simply say.
"Yeah, me too. I just kinda get dragged into it." He says.  The teacher starts talking and he looks ahead. I put my hood up and cover my eyes. And guess what? I fall asleep.

I somehow get through the day. I start heading home, or the ally. When I feel someone looking at me. I look over and see this guy who looks rich looking disgustingly at me. I ignore him and keep walking. When I get in my ally I put down my backpack and feel a prick on my neck and I fall asleep. More like pass out.

I wake up in my ally and start getting ready for school. I've woken up plenty of times not remembering anything so lets go. I get in the school early. This guy walks up to me and starts walking with me.

"So how'd you sleep?" He asks like he's my best friend or something.
"Umm hello?" I say confused.
"Why 'hello?'." He asks.
"Because you just randomly started talking to me," I say.
"Well I thought we became friends yesterday." He says. Wait. What? Yesterday I was at school and nothing happened.
"I think you got the wrong person stranger." I say.
"Wait. Do you not remember me?"
"No... why?" I ask.
"Because we were talking yesterday after you caught me from being pushed." He explains.

"Doesn't sound like something I would do." I say.
"Ok well can we meet up after school? Just outside the back doors." He asks.
"Yeah sure got nothing else planned."
"Ok well see you then!" He says running off to his class.

You know today I just don't want to do this. So. I'm going to go to the 'drugy place' which is basically just where every drug addict or someone who wants to skip goes. It's behind the school in this abandoned classroom that was closed off to the school.

I walk back there and I sit on the ground in the classroom in the corner. I see a backpack on the ground and look through it finding cigarettes and various drugs. Perfect. I zip up the back pack and put it on and walk out of there before the guy comes back. 

I find the school latter up against the roof and climb up and pull the latter up too so no one else can get up here. I sit with my legs dangling off the roof looking at the city. I lay down on the roof and light a cigarette. God its been forever since I've had one.

I start breathing in the nicotine and sigh in relief. God this feels great. I will have to spread out the times I use anything in the backpack or else I'll run out fast and get addicted again without anything to take. I am addicted right now but I'm able to control myself from taking it all at once.

I spend my day up on the roof only smoking one cigarette. I then empty the drug backpack into my own so the guy won't realize it was me. I get down from the roof after all the students are gone and go to where Peter said he would be. I see him standing next to a guy wearing a suit with colourful glasses. They were talking until they saw me. 

I walk up to Peter and he says. "Do you wanna go someplace cool?"
"Sure I guess," I say looking at the other guy.
"This is-"
"I'm Tony stark," he cuts Peter off.
"Hi," I say. Man this guy must be shorter than Peter without those high heel boots. He's still a lot shorter than me.

"Come on we have to drive." Peter says.  And he starts walking towards an expensive car.
"That's yours?" I ask walking up to it.
"No. This is his," he says pointing at Tony.
"Still cool," I say.

Peter gets in the back and I join him while Tony gets in the front and starts driving.  when the car stops and we get out we're in front of the avengers tower. What?
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"I thought maybe you would like to remember what happened," he says.
"Well maybe, I mean it does happen a lot." I say.

"Well come on let's go," he says and we start walking through the building.   I look around when we hit the floor Peter says theres a doctor on and I see this guy with blond hair that's also RIPPED. When we enter a room there's a short guy with glasses on and a lab coat. 

"This is Bruce," Peter says.
"Bruce banner." He says.
"Hi,"
"So Peter tells me that you can't remember what happens sometimes?" He asks.
"Yeah, apparently I became peters friend yesterday and I don't remember it." I say.

Tony leaves the room but Peter stays in.
"Peter can you leave for a couple minutes I have to ask some questions first."
"Yeah right," he says and leaves.

"Sit down," he says pointing to the medical bed. He then sits on a chair across from me and pulls out a clipboard.
"So when did you start forgetting things?"
"I don't know, can't remember"
"Do you eat healthy?"
"No"

"How often do you eat?"
"Maybe once a day, sometimes days pass," he looks shocked at me and keeps writing it down,
"But you're in great shape,"
"I don't get it either,"
"Ok, well do you live in a healthy household?"
"No"

"What kind of building do you live in then?"
"An, ally" I say ashamed. He looks up again.
"I'm sorry,"
"It's fine"
"Umm who do you live with?"
"Me myself and I,"
"Do you smoke?"
"..no"

"Do drugs?"
"..no"
"Have you hit your head recently?"
"I don't think so,"
"Any other injuries?"
"I dont think so."
"Ok"