"Their abilities?" Steve asked as they made their way towards the elevator.
"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation. The younger ones has a small do...
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"You don't look that bad..."
Peter Parker was sitting on the bed in the corner of the room looking at Nadia Maximoff's school I.D. picture. "I mean, I think you look pretty." The comment drew a questionable look from Nadia, who was sitting at the desk in the other corner of her room.
"I mean... pretty good, yeah. What?" The other teen tripped over his words, trying to keep himself from turning red.
"You say, when one receives a compliment, one says 'thank you.' but when one is given a compliment like that... how do they respond?"
Peter stared at her blankly. "You really don't get out of the compound much, do you?" Nadia shook her head sheepishly. "Have you ever been around kids your age?"
Another shake of her head. "No, not since my parents died. So I don't have much, or any friends my age."
Peter's expression softened, having lost his parents too. "How... old were you?" His voice was quiet, making Nadia have to listen closely.
"I was five." She fiddled with the comforter on her bed, which both Louis and Jane had provided. "I was a baby, but I guess I was in my enough to have Aunt May." Peter shrugged.
Nadia smiled softly at him. "I'm sorry." She told him. "I'm sorry too."
There was a silence before Peter glanced up at her. "Well, if you're ever in need of a friend your age, I could always open a slot."
A smile formed on Nadia's lips. "I'll keep you posted."
A knock at the door caused both teens to turn, seeing Jane. "Am I interrupting something?" The blonde-haired woman asked, an eyebrow raised. Nadia shook her head. "No, no. Of course not,"
Jane paused, a smile playing on her lips. "It's dinner time. Peter, you want to stay?" The brown-haired teen shook his head. "I'm good, thank you, Mrs. Jane. But I should be going, with school and everything tomorrow."
Nadia followed Peter to the door, leaving Jane to set the table. "You want me to walk you up?" Nadia asked him. When living in the same building, just different floors, it was easy to see one another. Peter's apartment was right above theirs, and so was his room.
"No, I don't want to keep you guys waiting, but I'll meet you here tomorrow for school, okay?" A nod was all he needed before heading off. "See you tomorrow." He told her.
"Yep, see you." Nadia shut the door to face a grinning Jane. "What?" The redhead stared at her caretaker in confusion. "Nothing, Nothing." Jane chuckled, walking back towards the kitchen.
This only made Nadia more confused. "What is it?" Jane just shook her head, still smiling. "It's nothing! I just think... you and Peter and getting along quite well." Nadia tilted her head in confusion.
"So? He's just helping me get caught up with school and everything..." She stopped when her last two brain cells put together what Jane was inferring. "Oh my god, Jane! That is... no!"
