Spiderman x Elsa - Highschool AU

Everything Changes

Peter jolted awake in a cold sweat, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes were blurry as tunnel vision closed in on him, he leaped up and threw on a hoodie. Peter climbed out of the window and sat sideways on the wall for a moment, letting the wind blow through his short hair. He climbed and swung across the buildings until he found a spot where he knew he would be alone. He sat there and stared out at the stars. A chill ran down his back, he looked around, on the pillar next to him stood a dark figure, a woman, wearing a black hoodie. How could someone else get up here? The figure seemed to have seen that Peter noticed them and she slid down the vertical post. Peter leaped from his nonchalant position and ran over to where she had been, but the mysterious stranger was gone, the only hint that anything has been there at all was a trail of ice. Peter passed it off as a simple hallucination or shadow, maybe just a bird. He was tired anyways, who knows. He sat back down. Flashes of Uncle Ben, the Green Goblin, Doc Oct, Vulture, Electro, King Pin, The Rhino. All of them, their torture, his pain weighing down on him. Police sirens and children's screams filled his brain he put his head in his knees as the tears poured out. He wanted it to be over, his head was spinning as the trauma overwhelmed his brain. The screaming, the god awful screaming, his eyes could only see the ones he loved most chained up to bridges, falling from skyscrapers. He couldn't take it. He stood up and screamed into the empty sky. He leaped off of the tall pillar. Falling to the ground gracefully. At the last moment he shot a web up onto a building and swung silently across the city until he found his way back to his dinky apartment. 

"The box." He had just remembered what Mr.Retro had gave him. He reached into his backpack and pulled it out. Opening the cardboard lid, he saw a mask, brand new, perfect material, breathable, non-chaffing, stretchy. Who knows exactly how Mr.Retro managed to get his hands on something this well crafted, the real question is how did he know. Does anyone else know. This just brought more questions to Peter's mind, more worries, more things that will plague his mind until his dying breathe. He was just a child, a child with all of Brooklyn's safety on his shoulders. He held the suit to his chest, it smelled of laundry detergent and cigarette smoke. Candy, the super-inventor, that was who Mr.Retro got it from. Makes sense. As soon as a question was answered, another ten sprouted up. Peter stared at his ceiling as the sun rose and lit up his room in a slow gradient. He grabbed his things for school and headed off towards the buses. 

He was alone, too early. Again. Peter started to walk. "No point in waiting if I can get there in half the time." he thought. He walked slowly, slower then usual. The weight of his eye bags dragged him to the ground as if they were really there, chained to his ankles like sand bags on a prisoner. He stopped a moment, to put in his earbuds, he played some classic emo music to suit his mood. My Chemical Romance. 

Peter again sat silently in class, early, and waiting. Repeating again and again what he always did. Tapping his pencil, starring out the window. All the snow had melted and a single ray of sun shone through the window. Ghost of You still blasting into his ears. Suddenly, Peter's eyes shot up to see a girl in the doorway, standing, starring. She wore a navy hoodie and black leggings with clunky snow boots that went up to her knees, ice blue. Her hair was a loose braid and she wore black gloves that were hardly visible under the over sized jacket. She looked petite under the large clothing but Peter could tell she was muscular and curvy. Her bright blue eyes starred into his soul. She looked so familiar to him, she looked so different then anyone he'd ever met before. She seemed to be in an enchanted daze as she starred at his messy hair and grayed out face. She probably thought he looked like a corpse sitting there in solitude. She snapped out of her trance and quickly turned to leave. Peter reached out a hand but she was already gone.

The bell rang, Mr.Retro was no where to be seen, five minutes pass, then ten, then fifteen. No sign of him. Everyone started to get restless as they waited but Peter sat still.

Mr.Retro came in in a hurry, throwing papers on to his desk, spilling his coffee and trying to pull a giant box behind him. Following him, was the girl from earlier, carrying two boxes the same size as the one Mr.Retro was struggling to pull. She held them as if they were weightless. Her posture no less the perfect. Her face was stone cold, emotionless as she starred uncaring that Mr.Retro was failing to do anything. As he pulled himself together and cleaned the coffee he had spilled on his white shirt he stood in front of the class. The girl sat the boxes down, no sign of struggle or even a loss of balance. 

"HELLO BROTHERS!!" He yelled. "Sorry not sorry I was late. This is our new student. Elsa Arendelle." he went back to shuffling through papers. She softly bowed to him and walked to the back of the room, the only open seat being right beside Peter. She sat down, again, perfect posture. It strongly contrasted the lump of a boy beside her. He starred at her again, she seemed to have blocked off any ounce of emotion that she had shown prior. She turned to him sharply, her body not moving an inch. 

"Name?" She asked harshly.

"Uhm, uh, Peter." She only nodded and turned back to the front of the room. How odd. Peter just slouched back down in his seat, embarrassed. She didn't look at him again after that, but he looked at her every few minutes, she starred in silence at Mr.Retro as he taught his lesson on the danger of memes.

Later that day Peter sat with Charlie, she seemed off but he couldn't bother to inquire what was wrong. 

He didn't see Elsa again but he couldn't get her eyes out of his mind...