Chapter 18

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Charlie's POV

The team have kind of been bullying Steve since they found the PSAs, but I don't retreat a thing. I've finally finished my detention sentence and I'm still not talking to any student other than Ned and MJ, no matter how much that Flash kid pisses me off.

Despite my protests, Peter forced me to keep quiet about what Flash does to him, even if he is getting physically hurt. I try to protect him as much as I can when I'm there, but sometimes I can't be there to help. MJ is always willing to help because, well, she's a badass of course.

A lot more people has started to come up to me, offering me to sit at their table. Obviously, I politely refuse (and by that I mean I shake my head with a small smile), opting for Peter every time, but I don't know why they ask in the first place. I mean, I'm a freak, I don't talk, and I'm certainly not pretty.

Peter and I often write lyrics in our classes rather than do the work, because Peter is super smart and would know the answers anyway, and the teachers wouldn't pick me because they know I won't say anything. We both agreed to keep this a secret from everyone, including Ned and MJ. We are currently working on a solo song for both of us, and we're almost finished, only needing to record. His is called 'Introducing Me', a cute song he wrote me at the beginning of our relationship. Mine is called 'I Love Me' because I've had a lot of issues with my self-confidence, so I want others to be able to relate and overcome their issues too, the same way Peter helped me.

Another day of school has ended, and Peter and I decide to get into our uniforms so we can get home quicker. Mom and Tony made me a suit to help with Peter on patrol.

(Think of something like this, but the blue is green

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(Think of something like this, but the blue is green.)

Peter and I make our way back home, him swinging and me using my telekinesis to fly myself back. The pale green tendrils follow behind me. We head through the window of the music room, which we redesigned so we can enter through, and immediately head to the recording studio. It doesn't take too long for us to record them, and they're uploaded within the hour.

Natasha's POV

I have no idea how, but Clint has dragged me to the laptop as he waits for the Phoenix and the Symphony to upload their new song. He says he wants me to hack the IP address and find out who the beloved dynamic duo are.

"Clint, maybe we should respect their privacy."

"Don't act like you're not curious either," he gives me a half-playful, half-serious glare and I roll my eyes.

"Of course I am, but maybe they are hidden for a secret," I say in a matter-of-factly voice. He reciprocated my eye roll.

"Boringgg," he drags out the word. "Anyway, we've been trying this for weeks, why do you want to back out now?" I shrug at the question.

"It's so difficult to hack them. Maybe they went through all that trouble for a reason," Clint scoffs at me and ignores my statement, checking his phone for any update. I roll my eyes once more, but Clint interrupts me.

"They've uploaded! Quick!" He starts the timer for 15 seconds, which we have learnt is the time gap when their firewall is briefly weakened. I begin to hack, Clint staring intently at the screen over my shoulder.

Charlie's POV

"Uhh... Peter?" I say, staring at the laptop. "I think someone's trying to hack us," he rushes to my side while I try my best to push the person out.

"Can you keep the secret?" He says, still staring at the screen.

"I might be able to," I say, my tongue subconsciously slightly sticking out between my lips. "Think of it like an automatic door that slides down," I continue to use codes to try and block the person out. "They've kind of wedged the door before it closed properly, and as long as the door is open," I turn to him briefly, "there's a chance they can get in."

Peter's eyes widen in panic. "But- you can stop that, right?" I shrug a little and nod my head but freeze, my own eyes widening.

"Shit- Peter," I say slowly, continuing to try and get rid of the now-identified hacker. I see Peter look at me expectantly out of the corner of my eye. "It's my mom."

"WHAT?!"

"My mom is trying to hack us! And she's an incredible hacker!"

Peter paces in front of me. "So, this is it. She's gonna find out, then tell the team. Once Da- uh... Mr. Stark knows, he'll tell the whole world! And then people will be giving us attention, that neither of us want, and then it will be harder to hide our identities an-."

"Done," I look up at him with a cheeky smile.

He looks up at me, lips slightly parted. "Wha..."

I giggle at his facial expression. "I said she was an incredible hacker, but she taught me everything she knows," he visibly relaxes, although still slightly tense. "She's incredible, but not impossible." I walk over to him and kiss his still parted lips, trying to rid him of the shock on his face.

A very loud "SHIT!" can be heard from the vents. "Guess we found their secret hideout," Peter says and I giggle at him, continuing our previous activities.

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