Over the next few days, my brother takes it upon himself to call my school and inform them that I am too sick to attend. Each time he makes the call, a pang of guilt washes over me, knowing that I should be there, sitting in my usual seat and listening to the teacher's lectures. But in my current condition, going to school just isn't possible.
My bedroom becomes my sanctuary during this time. The soft sheets seem to wrap around me as I lay there, unable to muster up the strength to even move. My body feels heavy and every muscle screams in protest whenever I try to shift positions.
Despite my bleak reality, there is one silver lining, my wounds are healing surprisingly well. Each day, they appear less inflamed and swollen than before. However, the pain still persists relentlessly.
Though the pain remains, it gradually becomes more bearable as time passes. In moments of boredom, I entertain myself by focusing on the simple pleasures of life, birdsong wafting through the open window or the golden sunlight streaming across my bedroom floor.
As I lay in bed for the next few days, taking one small step toward recovery after another, I can't help but contemplate my experience and what it means for my future.
Peters pov
On Monday, during lunch break at school, I suddenly realize that Alex isn't around. I glance across the cafeteria and notice her usual seat is empty. At first, I don't think much of it, after all, people miss school from time to time. However, when she isn't present on Tuesday or Wednesday either, a nagging feeling of concern settles in my chest.
In reality, there's no reason for me to worry. Alex and I have never really spoken to each other. Our paths crossed once at a school, but that encounter barely lasted a few seconds. Even so, I can't shake the feeling that I need to look out for her for some reason.
By the end of the week, as I'm heading to the Avengers Tower on the bus, the realisation hits me like a ton of bricks, I have a crush on Alex. This strange protectiveness towards her must be my emotions getting the better of me. Now that I see it for what it is, I can't deny that these mysterious feelings make more sense, but what do I do about them?
As I step into the Avengers Tower, a sense of anxiety washes over me. Making my way to the elevator, I press the button for the common floor, where I will find Mr. Stark and the others. The doors slide open to reveal the spacious living room, filled with all sorts of advanced technology and comfortable furnishings.
As soon as I enter, Ms. Romanoff glances up from her phone and instantly notices my troubled expression.
With a hint of concern in her voice, she asks, "What's wrong, Pete? Who do I need to kill?"
I hesitate for a moment before answering, "Um, it's nothing major. It's just...the girl I mentioned before, Alex. She hasn't been at school all week, and it's starting to worry me. I mean, who just starts a new school and then takes a whole week off?" I can't contain the frustration in my voice as I rant.
Ms. Romanoff crosses the room and places a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"It's probably nothing serious," she reassures me with a gentle smile. "Don't stress about it too much."
I sigh as I accept her words of encouragement, "Yeah, I guess you're right," I reply with a small smile.
Silence fills the room, but Mr. Stark chimes in with some light-hearted banter to lift my spirits.
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The rise of the White Widow
FanfictionAlex's life was confined to the walls of the Red Room, where she was trained to become a lethal Black Widow. But everything changes when she crosses paths with the Avengers. As she spends more time with the team, Alex finds herself opening up and ev...
