Miss America: The Daughter of Steve Rogers

Chapter 25

Friday night, heading to Flash's party, and I'm a little on edge.

We haven't heard anything on Ophelia. Where she's hiding, who she's working with, and when she's planning on poisoning the city. It's all still a mystery to us.

"I can't believe we're actually going to a party." Ned beams.

"Neither can I." Peter mumbles out.

"We haven't gone to one of these since Liz's party." Ned says. I send them both a questioning look. Peter is silently trying to tell him to shut up.

"Who's Liz?" I ask.

"She's nobody, just someone that use to go to our school." Peter insists. "So, is that what you're wearing?"

I look down at my dress as we continue to walk towards Flash's. "What? Like I can go back and change?" Then I pause. "Wait... is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"What?" Peter questions, then realized what he asked me previously. "No, no, that's not what I-"

"Cause I've never really been to a high school party before and I didn't know what to wear."

"I think you look hot." Ned says. Peter nudges his arm. "What? She does."

"No, you look great." Peter smiles at me.

"Okay..." I trail off. Chuckling to myself, we make it to Flash's home.

He must be loaded, cause the dude lives in a huge mansion. The three of us stop in our tracks to take it all in.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." I mutter.

"Yeah, we could always just-" before Peter can finish his statement, Flash sees us.

"Emerson! You made it!" Flash says eyeing me up and down. "Looking good." Then he glances at Peter and Ned. "Penis Parker, Penis's friend."

"Flash, you know our names." Ned tells him. He ignores him.

"Lets get some drinks." He takes my hand and drags me along towards the kitchen. Peter and Ned get lost in the crowd of people. I turn back in hopes to spot them, but I can't.

We make it to the kitchen and I decide to let Flash get me a drink and then I'll search for my friends.

"What are you drinking? Beer, Vodka, Rum?" He asks, showing me the plethora of assorted drinks he has on the counter.

"Beer is fine." I say, grabbing a cup and filling it with the keg nozzle.

"My kind of lady." He says, raising his eyebrows. He then grabs my hand again and pulls me towards the backyard to a vacant porch swing.

"Dude, you've got to stop pulling me." I tell him. He nods with a nervous smile.

"Sorry, about that." He tells me, leaning back. "I just didn't want to lose you in the crowd."

"Yeah, how do you know everyone?" I ask him, looking around at the party. "There's gotta be more people here than that go to our school."

"Well, I invite our classmates, they invite their friends from outside of school, who invite their friends, who invite their friends, who invite their friends..." he rambles on.

"Okay, I get it. I get it." I chuckle and down the beer in my hand.

"Dang, you really put that back." He looks with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I was a pansy, did you?" I ask. He shakes his head vigorously.

"No, I definitely did not think that." He laughs. "I knew you were a badass since our first encounter."