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Isabelle's hand crosses the page side to side, the pen looping together a spur of words as she writes up the last of her revision. Over the last two weeks, she had spent her time at school after the Lagos incident, attempting to salvage her grades from her lack of attendance. She stationed herself in the library, the quiet atmosphere with low background noise was perfect for her to work in. She could never find peace in absolute silence, while sometimes yes absolute silence was needed, in order for her to efficiently work, she needed some background noise.

The library had been where she was typically found for the most part of two weeks, and it had been no surprise that during the lunch break Peter not-so-considerately bursts through the heavy wooden doors earning glares and scolds from the Librarian and her assistants. He stutters an apology as he briskly made his way past the shelves of books and studying teens. Wide eyed and heart pounding he seats himself beside Isabelle, "Hey - where were you in Calculus? Is everything okay?"

Peter, over the two weeks, had been so incredibly supportive of Isabelle, ensuring that she isn't on her own for too long and always had company. Ned had picked up on the obvious clinginess between Peter and Isabelle but hadn't questioned it, knowing she was rather stressed about picking her grades back up.

"Doing a catch-up test on physics... don't worry, I didn't wander off too far." She reassured, looking up from the page she had been staring at for quite some time and looked into Peter's eyes. Needless to say, Isabelle had been grateful for Peter's constant presence, some might say it would be suffocating but she just needed someone with her, around her, talking to her, touching her. Rarely had she returned to the facility, given Tony's absence doing press conferences, still trying to provide some ease to the pain caused in Lagos.

May hadn't minded having an extra pair of hands to help around the apartment, she quite enjoyed Isabelle's stay. Initially, May had offered her bed for the girl but she declined, happy to rest on the couch the nights she stayed knowing that as soon as the dead of night hit, she would go off into Peter's room for the extra bit of company.

Sympathy washed over his face as he saw the strain in her face, her eyebrows tensed and scrunched together slightly and he knew it had everything to do with the crushing weight of school work. He offered to help her but she kindly declined, knowing how much work Peter had himself. Quickly he reminded himself why he actually came to disturb her, he practically lobbed his backpack off his shoulder and onto the table.

The loud thud earned yet another scolding and glare from the librarian, making him feebly apologize. "I thought you had marching band practice today?" Isabelle quirked her eyebrow at the teenage boy beside her, a smile tugged at his lips, "I mean... I do... but when have I gone to a band practice this entire month?" He retorted, making her smile and laugh lightly.

He had neglected his extracurricular activities since dating Isabelle and becoming Spider-Man, seeing them as more of a chore than anything handy for him now, knowing he had far better things to be doing. "Touche'" Isabelle bit her lip and set her pen down, allowing the muscles in her hands to relax.

"I know you're studying... but you might wanna take a look at this..." Peter trailed off, opening the lid of his laptop and plugging in his earphones in, "I was in the middle of Study hall and got a notification of this press conference happening with Tony -." Isabelle cut him off with a laugh, "wait wait - you have Tony on notifications when he goes live for press conferences?"

Peter's eyes went wide and his cheeks started to glow a deep red, "Uh... n-no... not the point! Just watch it!" He averted the topic by handing her the left ear phone bud, while he put the right one in his ear. The video played and Tony looked professional as he always did at press conferences, only Isabelle could tell how worn he was, knowing his look wasn't as polished as it typically was.

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