❝You're Tony Stark, y'know? Girls tripped over themselves to be with you before you became Iron Man. Now, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not exactly popular, or hot. Girls never looked my way unless it was to copy geometry homework off me. She...
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Two days later, and Nora felt like she had betrayed Peter Parker.
Of course, she tried to go on like nothing happened, like she hadn't felt Ben Parker life waste away in her heart. It was hard to go back to school the next day and pretend that she was fine when no one around her was. Obviously, Ned was a wreck, his best friend's only father figure had died, he had every right to be torn up about it. The day mustn't have been fun for him either, what with every second person coming up to him asking if Peter was alright. Nora ended up having to take most of those people, because she could tell Ned was getting overwhelmed. Ned kept thanking her, telling her she didn't need to do this but Nora just ignored him. She felt like this was one of the few things she could do for Peter and his family.
(Well, saving his uncles life could've been a thing as well, but she pushed that idea from her head the moment it surfaced)
She just felt like she had absolutely failed her friend. Even though he had no idea it was her that night, she still felt like she let him down. Whenever people talked about him, about how it was a tragedy, Nora hated the urge inside her to think that if she had been faster, more equipped, had better control of her power, that maybe she could've saved him and Peter wouldn't have to loose two father figures in the space of one life time.
It really started to get to her at the end of the second day, when she decided to take a trip to the decathlon meeting to finally speak to Liz about Cindy, and possibly walk home with Ned if he wasn't already occupied. When she got there, the meeting was just finished, what with Mr. Harrington packing up his stuff at the front of the table. He did notice her, his eyes lighting up at the sight of a new face. "Yes, can I help you?"
All the students looked up from their desks atop the stage, making Nora suddenly feel very small. She stood there, thumbs twiddling at her chest before she took a step further into the room. "Sorry, am I late?"
Liz shook her head, grabbing her backpack. "No, we were just finishing up, what's up?"
Now, Liz Allan was no way intimidating, the girl was quite sweet and people liked her. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a freshmen talking to a junior that made Nora feel like she was the size of a gnome compared to her. "I came here to talk about Cindy."
The girl nodded. "Oh, awesome, so you got through to her?"
"Not exactly, she's actually on a transfer." Nora cringed internally, these kids were far too smart to buy this. "Overseas or something. It's a thing her mom set up, I think."
Liz followed along silently, before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Great..." she muttered. Despite the bad news, Nora had to commend herself for being able to sell that god awful lie.
