Ms. Marvel & Nova in "More Than You Bargained For"

Chapter 1 - A Secret

Ms. Marvel, Nova and the Champions: More than you bargained for

Notes: So here it is, the second Ms. Marvel x Nova fanfic! I've had a few people review/comment on "Don't Panic! No, not yet!" saying I should continue, but that story's done. Instead, here's something that I've been thinking of before and will attempt to write now.

Decided to use another line from the lyrics of a Fall Out Boy song, thinking maybe I could make it a thing for if I continue to make Ms. M x Nova fics. This one's from "Sugar We're Going Down"

Anyway, on with the fic! Hope you could forgive me for any Out of Character-ness and whatever that may not be consistent with general canon comic information. As usual, pretend it's an AU if that happens.

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own any of the Marvel characters or the Avengers, not Ms. Marvel or Nova or any of our Champions and villains. I don't own Fall Out Boy's song either. I just love them and enjoy being in their fandoms.

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Jersey City, Saturday, 7:34 AM

Kamala sat alone in a corner Diner booth, typing away and squinting at her laptop as she waited. Even as she let her fingers hover over the keys, thinking of the best dialogue for Storm in her latest fanfic update, she kept glancing every now and then at the double doors. He should be here any minute now, walking through those doors in casual attire. She'd wanted to seem chill about it, which was why she was writing fanfiction and didn't really bother with just a plain shirt, an old coat and a hat. There would at least be a laptop propped in between them.

She sighed a frustrated sigh she didn't know she'd been holding. The soda she'd ordered had already been slurped away as she tried to ease her nerves though her food was left untouched. They'd never went out both in civilian before. What if someone sees them and asks who he was- a...friend? Where he's from -uhm...Arizona? How'd they'd met and what he was doing all the way in Jersey? How'd he even get here? He went all the way from Arizona just to see her?

She gulped.

Any minute now.

A jet black haired boy pushed through the heavy glass doors of the Diner, walked in and instantly spotted her. There was hardly anyone there to begin with, only a couple of seniors and a woman who came from jogging. It was too early on a Saturday and they decided the date would be Breakfast and he'd be sneaking to fly off before his mother could notice he was gone.

He made an awkward smile, so unlike the cool and confident one he usually had plastered on his face when he had the helmet on, and approached her. He was wearing a brown checkered polo over a blue shirt and baggy cargo pants. He helmet hair which he kept messing through with his fingers. He looked like an average teenager.

They both did.

"Hey," he said, finally putting up a grin as he leaned on her table. "Fancy meeting you here."

She rolled her eyes. "Just sit down."

He sat across her and she tried not to seem like she was stalling looking at him by fumbling with the keys on her laptop. Save Draft. Saved. Nope. She wasn't closing it. She was fine this way.

"Since when did you wear glasses?"

Her hand darted for the frames, realizing she'd been wearing them and quickly took them off, setting it down next to her untouched food. "Just when I'm using the computer. Protective lenses and stuff."

"Ah."

There was a way too obvious awkward silence. He shifted in his seat, waited and then pointed it out.