- ❝You're my partner against crime, right, Nite?❞
- ❝Only in your dreams, web-head.❞
She's only a girl who's determined to follow in the footsteps of her late father, despite Tony Stark doing everything he can to discourage her.
Somehow along the...
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S H E fixed herself a bowl of fruit and sat at the kitchen counter. The radio was playing quietly as background noise.
She was a bit nervous for her first day of school. Newkid, she thought, wondering how or where she would fit in, or if she'd even find a friend.
This whole move unsettled her. She understood that her mother didn't want to live in a house that reminded her of Dad, but months later after he died? Maybe Mom had been waiting for her to finish her school year instead of uprooting her completely. But Fel sort of understood. Their old home had grown cold and was an unpleasant reminder. Vince's absence was notable.
She set her bowl in the sink, putting a coffee pod to brew, and ran back upstairs to brush her teeth. She returned down stairs with her backpack slung over her shoulders. She switched the radio off, poured her freshly brewed coffee into a tumbler, and set out on her walk to school.
As soon as she stepped out the door, she stumbled over a lean frame that had been leaning against her front door.
She nearly fell, almost spilling her hot drink over the poor boy sitting on the floor
She caught herself luckily, hearing Peter curse to himself. "Shit," he said softly under his breath, scrambling to his feet. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she answered. He fidgeted with his beanie and helped her pick up her phone and earbuds that she dropped. "What were you doing?"
"I was waiting for you," Peter paused, running a hand through his messy brown hair, his cheeks burning as he stared at his shoes. He shoved his beanie crookedly onto his head without much thought. "Y'know, because i-it's your first day . . . I can show you a short cut."
He was a bit uncomfortable although he was being genuine, she sensed. She and Peter hadn't talked at all since she moved in except that time where she brought him brownies. This was surely the second time he'd ever spoken to her.
May likely asked him to walk her.
"Thanks," she said, looking down at her shoes, feeling a bit awkward. "We should go before we're late."
M I D T O W N High was nothing like she expected it to be. It was a three story building with an indoor swimming pool and a large courtyard. It was definitively nicer than her last school.
The walk with Peter was silent as they made their way across the city and off of the subway. He made an effort to walk her to the front steps, but parted ways once he found his friends.
She had visited a few days before the start of school, learning where her classes would be and how to navigate the school with the help of a student tour guide. Groups of students gathered together in the halls, greeting each other and asking how their summers had been. She noticed their eyes staring as she passed, but proceeded with their conversations. With the free time she had before school, she spent it in the library.
