Doctor Strange's Sister (Spiderman X Reader)

Chapter 1

Hey, I'm (Y/N) Strange. Im still in school, people don't like me much. My brother was a doctor but then he went all magic all knowing, seriously I feel like my brother has become a fortune teller which is mildly entertaining. I haven't told him about being the target of the school I feel like that may not end great for anyone, but hey my bestie is spiderman and I get to hang out with the rest avengers which is pretty awesome.

"Done you happy now?" You groaned dropping your pen to the page,
"Its not me you need to make happy, not my fault Mrs wants us to make a diary entry." Peter grinned beside you happily showing off his full page compared to your paragraph. "You know you will get a detention if you use any of the superhero stuff right? They wont believe you." He adds matter'o'factly.

You pulled a face in his direction before feeling Mrs Hornbuckles eyes piercing through you. Smiling in her direction till she turned away with a glare you ripped the page from your book, scrunched it up and threw it at Peter.
But of course it had to go wrong.
You misjudged your throw and it went straight into the back of a certain annoyance of yours by the name of Flash.
Freaking Fantastic.

Him and his cronies turned around in sinc I mean and my god as if you didnt need more nightmare fuel as you absent mindedly wondered if they were related to owls, remembering your science class earlier that day, Not the time (Y/N), Not the time, you chastised yourself before focusing back on them their heads all rotating,
you winced, looking at Peter apologetically as he nervously pulled on his jacket but before they could say anything the shrill bell rang out loudly.

We sighed in relief, "Oh I thought you were gonners" Ned laughed walking across from the other side of the room, weaving inbetween all the children excited to finally get home after the day dragged on and on and on and on, and that's enough you thought, cutting yourself off.
"Yeah well Petey-Pie shouldn't make my life harder!" You spoke playfully nudging him. "Your the one who cant write a diary entry that wont get you a detention." He laughed back.
"I live with a wizard, spend the weekends working out with assassins and world war veterans that dont look a day over 30, then have pizza nights with the 'web slinging menace' according to the daily bugle, what part of my life could I write about?" You smirk watching him struggle to come up with an answer.
"Pizza night at mine?" He shrugs throwing his bag over his shoulder,
"That is changing the subject and that is cheating" you laugh walking out of the classroom arm in arm with the boys.