Sorcery [p. parker] || DISCONTINUED

ELEVEN - ALL THAT THINKING

Tony and Killian Stark were getting home to New York in about three hours.  The two males have been gone for about a week, and having come up with nothing on Doctor Strange, both decided to just head home.  As Eliza waited for their return, she sat on the edge of an apartment building where she could easily look throughout the city.  She wasn't dressed in her vigilante outfit but rather her regular clothes.  Her family would be home soon and she didn't want to be in the middle of a fight when she should be greeting both her dad and brother.

Her mind was too preoccupied with thinking, that she didn't even notice another person on the roof with her.  She was beginning to get angry that she couldn't figure out who the ancestor was, along with what was the Riving Crystal exactly?  Eliza hasn't found any books yet, and between work and school she has yet to look through he book she stole from that weirdly dressed man.  It frustrated her.  It wasn't until she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye that she finally realized someone was on the roof.  She slowly turned her head and looked up at the person, relaxing the slightest bit at seeing Peter Parker stand there with confusion written across his face.

Eliza, remembering that he wasn't exactly happy with her, refrained from showing any emotion towards him and turned back around.  She did feel guilty for being so mean.  And she realized Mary Jane was right when the redhead said that she liked Peter, too; but it's in a friend way.  It took a bit of time for Eliza to actually realize it and be okay with it.

"What are you doing up here?" Peter asked slowly, almost afraid to speak.

Eliza shrugged.  "Thinking," was her answer.

He nodded even though she wasn't look at him and shifted on his feet.  "How'd you get up here?"

"Fire escape," she answered.  She turned and gave him a look as if it was obvious.

"Oh.  Yeah, same," he stuttered.

A moment of silence came over the two teens then, and it was very awkward. Eliza could just tell Peter was still pissed at her, and that he was. Peter wasn't expecting to run into the girl that said they weren't friends in one of the bitchiest ways possible on some random rooftop. Eliza looked down at her lap as she tried to conjure something up in her head to speak. Only, nothing came to mind. She bit the inside of her cheek as she thought harder. The situation she was in wasn't good, and she thought that maybe talking would help. That, or Peter could sit instead of awkwardly stand some odd feet behind her.

And she was about to tell him that, but that sharp pain was suddenly back in her head. Eliza's face contorted into pain. Her hands flew to her forehead. The pain only lasted for a split second but there was also a vision – Josh Meyers lying in own blood; it reminded her of the nightmare she had a couple nights ago. Peter, at seeing Eliza wince in pain, quickly stepped forward and bent down beside her. He gently put his hands on her shoulders as he looked at her with concern.