After the events of Civil War (finding your father alive, sticking closer to Bucky's side, and leaving them both in the end), you need to find a new normal. You think it will be difficult, but it turns out to be rather easy. You make great friends a...
"Come on in, Peter." You open the large glass door for Peter as his arms are overflowing with schoolbooks. "Thanks." You lead him to your room where he drops his books on the floor next to yours.
"Wow, I can't even study for more than five minutes. I'm hungry; I'll make some popcorn." "Okay" You bring back over-salted popcorn and some cokes. "Thanks." You attempt to catch a piece of popcorn in your mouth, but fail miserably. The second and third tries are closer, but the fourth one goes in. "Yes!" You celebrate. Peter throws his popcorn and gets it in the first time. "Show-off," You retort. As he's looking up and opening his mouth to catch an airborne piece of popcorn, you throw another one at his neck. This makes him miss the popcorn. You laugh as he throws a piece at your forehead. After eating some more popcorn, you return a handful of popcorn to Peter. At the end of the food fight, the popcorn bucket is empty, and you, Peter, and the floor are wearing randomly-placed pieces of popcorn.
"So, why don't you join the decathlon team?" Peter inquires. "I don't know. I never really thought about it," You reply. "I guess science is something I prefer to have on my own, not as a competition." "I guess that makes sense." You place a piece of popcorn, attached to your shirt, in your mouth before throwing another piece at Peter, who catches it in his mouth.
You're playing Subway Surfer on your phone when Peter chuckles quietly. "Have you seen this one?" He shows you a picture on his phone.
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"What the heck is that?" You laugh as you recognize it as part of your PSA videos. "It's a meme." "Am I supposed to know what that means?" "As a teenager in 2017? Yeah." "Well, I was originally a teenager in the 1950's, and we didn't have...those back then." "Memes are basically funny cultural references." "Wait, it's spelled 'm-e-e-m-s'?" "No, it's 'm-e-m-e-s.'" "That would be 'mee-mees'." "But it's not." "Are you sure?" "Um...yeah. That's how everyone says it." "But they could be wrong." "But..." Peter trails off as he realizes he doesn't have an argument to that.
You skim through pages of your social studies book to be able to say that you did study. "You know this has been fun, but if we ever do it again, let's just say we're hanging out. Because we have barely actually studied at all." "I usually don't struggle with focusing. It must just be you distracting me." Peter's face turns a bit pale as he realizes the amount awkwardness in his words. "Why did I just say that?" He mumbles. You smile, amused by how extremely awkward he really is. "I need to go before May starts to worry." "Oh. Okay. Are you sure you can't stay for dinner?" "Yeah. I should go. Thank you, though." "Yeah, I'll walk you down."
As Peter leaves the compound, you watch absentmindedly. You get a strange feeling in your chest as your face begins to feel warm. You stop by your bathroom on your way to your room and look in the mirror to see red filling your cheeks. As you stare in the mirror, realization floods your mind. You have a crush on Peter.
