LONELY HEARTS | ❝You don't have to be a hero, just like I don't have to be sad all the time, but sometimes fate works in strange ways and, well, here we are❞
PRE-CIVIL WAR → HOMECOMING | PETER PARKER
BOOK ONE IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
Plot: tinke...
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DIANA FIT INTO HER FAMILY'S ROUTINE PERFECTLY. ALMOST TOO PERFECTLY. It started out awkward, introductions to her blood aunt's in-law's as well as getting used to seeing Danny and Daisy every day. They had a lot in common it seemed. Diana and Daisy, not Diana and Danny. Not at first, at least.
Whereas Danny looked like his father who had dark hair, Daisy had inherited her mother's light hair, making her look eerily similar to Diana who hadn't noticed the first time she had met her. The family decided not to talk about that time for tension's sake.
Diana skyped her friends and family back home regularly, updating them on the news about London as well as showing them her progress on perfecting her accent. At first, she had used it to mock Danny, but as time wore on, she found that it was becoming easier to use than her Manhattan one, something that scared some of her friends.
"You forgetting us already?" Harry asked one night, jokingly. It was still in the second week and the talks were still regular.
Diana scoffed, shaking her head. "Of course not! I swear, every time I see a suit, I think of you, Harry."
"Thanks," he said dryly, rolling his eyes, "Gwen and Flash are on a date right now, that's why they're not on. They're arguing a bit, though, I'm worried."
Diana's heart sank. "Shit. Flash isn't the easiest to get along with, he's kind of a..."
"Jerk?" Harry supplied, "Admit it, Diana, he's still pretty awful."
She frowned. "Hate to break it to you, Harry, but you can be that way too."
He whistled softly. "Huh. She moves to London and suddenly she gets all ballsy." She opened her mouth to argue, but he waved her off. "I don't wanna fight, Diana. You're right. I'm a little pissed, but you're right."
"Sorry," she mumbled, ducking her head.
He waved her off. "If I wanted to, I would just hang up and never talk to you again. Listen, I need your help with something. I'm going on a date and I need to know," he reached out of frame and pulled out a dress shirt and a tie, "Tie or no tie."
She hummed. "What's the date?"
He sighed. "It's this really fancy restaurant...that I've been to like fifty times..." he mumbled the last part to himself, ducking his head. "Wait, I've seen you at that restaurant, nevermind."
She snickered. "Yeah. Us rich kids gotta stick together." She wrinkled her nose. "I sound like Danny, ew, why did I say that, that's so snobby."
Harry shook his head, lowering his voice. "It begins..."
She frowned. What did that mean? She pushed away the thought, continuing their conversations as usual.
"Peter's calling," she said, noticing the icon pop up in the corner.
