Strix -SLOWLY UPDATING-

TWO

November 3rd

               "Hi, I'm uh Peter Parker" he extended his hand towards me.

Before he even said anything I instantly recognized his face. One of my targets. Phase 1 of my mission, was to find the Avengers, get close with them and find out all the information I can. Hopefully Peter will lead me right to them as their compound is in a remote location.

I just smiled. "Hello Peter, nice to meet you" we shook hands.

"Peter will show you around the school for a bit, then after lunch you will continue your class schedule. Feel free to ask him any questions you have." Mr. Morita said waving us off and out of his office.

I grabbed my backpack slinging it onto my shoulder then walking off with Peter.

"So this is Midtown High school of science and technology. It's your standard smart kid school I guess,"

As he began talking I wasn't listening to a word he said as we walked down the halls. All I could think of is how do I tell him that I know he is Spider-Man....how do I get him to lead me to the Avengers....

"Soo where are you from?" He asked curiously.

I looked over at him. "Oh I'm from....um....." shit why can't I remember what he told me to say...."Germany!! I'm from Germany"

"Oh really? You don't have much of an accent, also your English is like hella good" he complimented me as we walked to my locker.

"English is my first language, that explains how I don't have an accent" I nervously chuckled. To be fair Russian was my first language, I also speak French, Portuguese, Spanish, German, Korean, Italian, and Turkish.

Before Peter was able to ask me about my locker combination I had already tapped into it using my excellent lock picking skills.

He gave me a confused look. "You know you have a combination to your locker right....? You don't exactly have to....do all of whatever you did...."

My eyes widened. "R-right!! Sorry, in Germany we don't use locker combinations we kind of just- choose whatever locker we want for that day...." I tried saving it but im pretty sure I fucked up...

"Interesting school you went to then...."

There was an awkward silence between us before I closed my locker shut.

The bell rang meaning it was lunch time.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to some of my buddies. You'll fit right in" he warmly smiled as we walked down to the lunch room.

Peter was actually....nice? Weird.... 

"So how come you decided to transfer here late in the school year? I mean it's not super late it's only November...but is there any reason specifically? I-If it's personal you don't have to say."

I had to choose my next words wisely. "Well I actually applied for the foreign exchange program here last year and didn't get in soooo I applied this year and was waitlisted, but then we got a call saying a spot opened up!!" Totally saved it.

"That sucks you didn't get accepted last year, but I'm glad you made it this year." He smiled warmly.

If this man...doesn't stop smiling...I WILL PUNCH HIM. WHY IS EVERYTHING SO HAPPY IN AMERICA UGH.

We walked into the crowded lunch room, grabbed some food then walked over to a table with a boy and a girl.

"What's up my dude" the boy did a handshake with Peter. "Who's the chick?"