Pressure // MARVEL // PETER PARKER

CHAPTER 3: but, steve, yes pressure, else there's no book!

'NO PRESSURE, MORGAN. Let's just do it again. Give me five things that were stated in the Treaty of Versailles.'

'That's not even in the Second World War!'

Morgan tried her best to understand history, she really did, but she just didn't. And this was even a topic her dad literally experienced and she still, still didn't understand. Why was it so hard? She could understand the hardest physics in a single day. She maybe wasn't the smartest, but she also wasn't stupid. She should be able to get it, so why in hell didn't she?

'I know,' Steve sighed, 'but it's still important to know, else you won't understand Germany's motives for the War.'

'Well, I wouldn't know since our teacher didn't fucking explain it,' Morgan groaned.

Steve looked at his daughter with a strict look. 'Germany had to give up parts of their land, they weren't allowed any colonies, they had to pay a lot, their army had to exist out of less than 100.000 soldiers, they weren't allow-'

'What was the first one again?' Morgan asked tiredly. She looked up at her dad and the blond saw in her eyes how dazed she was. He sighed and closed the history book.

'You should get a cup of coffee,' Steve proposed out of the blue. 'Go walk to that one place you like so much. Maybe it'll clear your head and when you're back you'll look at it differently.'

Morgan smiled faintly. 'The Late Bird. And thanks, dad. I'll text you when I'm on my way back. Not making that mistake again.'

Morgan slid from her chair and went to the hallway. She put on her long dark blue coat and her red scarf, which didn't exactly match, but she didn't have to be pretty for anything or anyone special, so she didn't care. Her gaze fell on her backpack. She still hadn't opened the letter. She grabbed the envelope from her bag and slid it in one of the pockets from her long, what she liked to call it, "Sherlock Holmes-coat."

'Love you, I'll be back in probably an hour,' Morgan told her dad. She heard a faint "love you more," from the kitchen. 'Love you 3000! I win!'

Then the brunette left home. Immediately the cold wind brushed her cheeks and she hid a little more in her coat. After a walk of ten minutes or so, she arrived at the coffeeshop, seeing the familiar cheesy slogan The early bird gets the worm, but the late one gets the coffee! Open 24/7. It didn't make sense in the slightest, but she loved the cheesiness nonetheless.

As soon as she walked in, Morgan noticed that it was unusually crowded. There still were no more than ten people in the café, but normally she was one of just five people getting coffee. She walked over to the counter, ordered the usual (which was their famous Marvelous Macchiato) and found a small table close to the window.

Morgan sat down. She took a sip from her beverage, but quickly put it down when she accidentally burned her tongue. She turned her head to look if anyone saw the embarrassing event, but turned back as soon as she saw that nobody paid attention to her. Then she took the letter out of her bag. She began reading.

Dear Morgan Stark,

Your presence is awaited next Monday, the 17th, at exactly 1300 hours. Please put this envelope with the required goods in the third toilet stall of the women's toilet, first floor, your school. The amount of money we ask of you is exactly 200 USD. Don't bother faking it.
If your decision is to ignore this letter, we will reveal your name everywhere. Call press, post on the Internet, anything you can think of.

Signed, anonymous.

No, no, no. This couldn't be really happening. This was a bad joke from Oliver, Miles and Ellie. No, they would never do something like that. Maybe it was a test from her dads- No, neither would they. Morgan's breathing quickened and she put it back in her coat. She opened her phone for distraction.