Callie P.O.V
Dad drove me to school again, two days in a row, it must be some kind of record. Something must have happened last night, I woke up to find him asleep at the other side of my king mattress. I'm beginning to learn he has a hard time being alone. My other tip off came as we were driving and I noticed his bandaged up hand, which I'm positive wasn't there yesterday. Though, when I asked about it he assured me that it was from an accident in the shop. I'm not sure if that's the truth but it's unlikely he'll tell me, so I let it go.
I'm hiking up the stairs towards my locker and pause to survey the huge mural of iconic figures in science. It's impressive, I wonder who painted it.
"Hi Callie," a tentative voice pulls me out of my musings and I look down to see Peter ascending the stairs.
"Oh! H-hi Peter," I stammer, cursing the heat rising in my cheeks.
He meets me at the top step and walks with me to the lockers. "Did you have a good night?" I ask, trying to be casual.
"Um, yeah it was okay, you?" He accidentally bumps me with his arm and it's like an electric shock.
"It was good. My Uncle came home last night. It's been a few months since I've seen him so... Yeah it was good," I reply, stopping at my locker and twisting the code into my lock. "Thor," I explain.
"Oh cool, where was he?" He lights up at the mention of my Uncle, interest peaked.
"I have no idea," I laugh awkwardly, "he says he goes home, so I guess.... space or something? He just spins that fucking hammer and away he goes!"
Peter laughs at this and then touches my arm lightly making my own laughter get caught in my throat.
"I'll see you in gym, I have to go to my locker, " he releases my arm and strides off. I stare after him, unable to move.
"Was that Peter Parker I just saw touch your arm?" Harry skips over to me and lavishly places his arm on the locker beside mine.
I just nod, mesmerized. My hand drifts up to the place where his had been moments before and I swear I can still feel the warmth of him.
"Damn girl, you've got it bad, " Harry whispers, and then quickly recovering he snaps, "well I'd love to let you have this moment but if we don't hustle our booties over to gym we're going to be late!" He plucks my gym bag from my stagnantly open locker and shoves it into my chest. "Let's go," he grabs my hand and drags me towards the gym.
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We're all seated on the bleachers, tight together in our matching deep blue gym strips. I can see Peter and Ned sitting a few rows down and to the left from me. Despite all of Harry's whisperings in my ear about how men's calves make him wild, I can't take my eyes off the back of that wavy brown head.
The gym teacher calls us all to attention and I notice he's rolled in a television, "I'm Mr Walker, every couple weeks I have to show you one of these videos as part of the curriculum. So, enjoy."
"What kind of video would we need to watch for gym class?" I whisper to Harry, he shrugs just as confused as I am.
"Whatever it is, it's not important," he giggles into my ear. "Look at Peter's hair, it looks so soft. Don't you want to just run your fingers through it?"
"Fuck yes!" I whisper back, returning his giggle.
Mr Walker turns the television on and a familiar voice causes my head to snap back to the front.
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I Was Never Yours
Hayran KurguIt's been nearly 10 years since Callie was rescued by the Avengers, and though her past is ever haunting her she now must navigate strained relationships amongst her family, teenhood, love, and school. A sequel to When You Saved Me-- an Avengers Fa...
