Flower Child (Peter Parker, MCU)

Small-Talk

"unsaid" - flor

A New Yorker was hard-pressed to wake up to the enchanting scene of warm sunbeams stretching across the floor, and birds chirping happily outside of windows. And when Lila woke up, the first thing she heard were the sounds of car horns honking at one another in the early-morning rush hour. But, there were pale stretches of sun peeking around the fall leaves of the tree that sat right outside her bedroom window. It could have been a blizzard outside, and Lila wouldn't've cared. Her mood was still riding high from the night before, and she hastily left the warm shelter of her covers in favor of a good outfit for the day.

Lila went through her usual routine in the morning: she brushed her teeth, washed her face, got dressed, watered the plants scattered around her room, and finally made her bed. She gathered her homework together as well as the books she would need and placed them neatly into her backpack. Leaving her room, Lila descended the small staircase and went to the kitchen in search of breakfast. As per usual, her father left a neat note on the kitchen counter, wishing her a good day, and explaining that she might need to go grocery shopping for the next several nights due to a busy schedule of events coming up for the shop. He left two cards on the counter, one was Ted's personal card, and the other was Landry's business card. Digging through her backpack once again, Lila pulled out her wallet and placed both cards in it.

She then proceeded to the fridge to begin preparations for breakfast. Absentmindedly, she was humming some Queen song or other as she placed a slice of bread in the toaster. Several minutes passed, and Lila Landry finally set out of her house, stomach full, to begin her trek to school. Her neighborhood, Sunnyside, was full of life early in the morning, and it eliminated whatever remnants of sleep remained in Lila. Smiling softly, she kindly waved to her neighbors, and people that she knew as she headed for the train. Arriving just a few minutes early, she got out her phone and perused social media while she stood on the train platform next to other people beginning their day.

Most of the things that popped up on her Twitter feed consisted of the usual: political rants, celebrity gossip, and, for Sophie's sake (at least, that's what Lila told herself, she had to be in the know for her friend), superheroes. There were plenty of rumors on the whereabouts of Captain America, many speculating he was somewhere in Central Africa, or even as far as Northern Russia. Many of the rumors Lila had already been privy to, after hearing the constant theories on Sophie's podcast. As she boarded the train that would take her to school, Lila saw a retweet from Flash Thompson, showing a video of Spider-Man on 45th Street just last Saturday. His spectacular stopping of a mugging ended in a rather comical way, with the burglars dangling by their feet by a street light. The rest of the video was the police attempting to take them down without dropping them on their heads.

Lila found herself sucked into the Spider-Man tag on Twitter, going through several long articles about the hero, or vigilante depending on the article, and what exactly he planned to do for the Queens borough of New York. She almost didn't get off at her stop, considering how consumed she was with the news. While she got off and left the station, Lila sent Sophie an article link ("Spider-Man and The Devil of Hell's Kitchen: Micromanaging One Neighborhood at a Time") before placing her phone in her cardigan pocket. Reaching her locker, she found Michelle already waiting for her, with her hair pulled back and her nose tucked into its usual book.

"Morning," Lila chirped, suddenly very excited to share her big news with her friend. She opened her locker and began placing the books she wouldn't need inside before taking out a few notebooks and extra pens for the day. She also pulled out her barely-used academic decathlon notebook, remembering how Liz said she was planning on having the alternates practice this afternoon. Michelle flicked her hand, her usual gesture of greeting. Lila observed that Michelle seemed to have nothing on her person but her book, which was unusual. Normally, MJ carried a notebook to take all to her classes. "Forget your backpack?" The shorter girl mused.