First off, I did not read the comics but I plan to. I know a lot of people just got hyped with Spider-Man because of the new movie, Spider-Man: Homecoming, and it is a great movie, trust me. I've seen it four times and counting and it came out only about three weeks ago. But I have liked and known about Spider-Man for a while now. I just never really came up with an idea to write; and I also didn't have this FanFiction account. With that said, if you did read the comics, congratulations! If I mess up on a name, place, or description, I'm sorry. I'm going off ideas from the new movie and from the comics even though they are completely different - kind of mixing them together as best as I can. Gotta start somewhere, eh?
Becoming an Avenger. Now, you'd normally think that would be one of the hardest things to do, right? Like ever. Well, for Peter Parker, the Avengers came to him. He was surprised that Iron Man even knew who he was, where he was. Peter came home from high school and found Tony Stark sitting on the couch, with his Aunt May. And then he was recruited to fight. Not just a normal hand to hand combat fight. No, Peter Parker was recruited to fight other Avengers.
And well, you might be thinking, A normal kid in high school, thrown in with Avengers? Peter was a normal kid, apart from his smarts and shyness, he was pretty normal. Brown hair and chocolatey eyes. It was Spider-Man who was special; it was Spider-Man who got Peter recruited to fight with the Avengers. Spider-Man, the funny, friendly, blue and red spandex wearing spider-like person. And they are the same people, its just that Peter likes to keep his web-slinging identity on the low.
No one else knows that he is a crime fighting teenager in Queens, New York. No one except Tony Stark, the multimillion billionaire. But how Tony found out it was Parker, he doesn't know. Either way, Peter couldn't thank Stark enough; he got an upgraded suit and some new, high-tech gadgets - like this light connected to his web-shooters that shows a red and blue, moving picture of Spider-Man's head.
And, trust me, he's been on a heck of a ride so he deserves them. Especially since none of the other Avengers thought that a 15 year old kid could fight just like them - maybe even a bit better. And Parker proved them all wrong. Except Tony; he was the one that recruited Peter because he was the one that had faith in him.
And now, Spider-Man has a new challenge to face: his Aunt.
After his parents left him and his Uncle Ben died, and his best friend, Ned, found out about his secret identity, and he followed a group of people who made weapons out of alien junk, which led to taking the Vulture out, and much more, Peter Parker never expected this to happen. Now, Aunt May didn't know that the boy she has been raising alone for a while was Spider-Man; Stark said that her nephew was on a internship, not being recruited to fight with his web-slinging abilities.
Peter would always make lies up because if Aunt May ever did find out, she'd flip like a pancake. And that is exactly what happened.
But that isn't what this story is about. This story is about Liz Allan. Liz, the wonderful, soft-spoken girl who Peter adores. Liz, with her smooth, chocolate skin and her beautiful, flowing hair.
Now, Liz was an only child. She was a senior at Midtown Science High School and head of the academic decathlon team, but of course, she was popular. So, with this said, Peter just floated in her background. It was clear that the decathlon team was a big part of her life, but she also helped around the school. And, in the part of her life that we are reading about now, was when she was helping set-up for homecoming.
Peter and Ned would just stare at Liz as she worked around the school. They stared, and stared, and Liz pretended not to notice. Because she thought it was cute. I mean, anyone who looked over at where the two boys where sitting could easily follow their eye line right to the senior. And it wasn't hard for Liz to tell that Peter had a huge crush on her.
Liz's mother stayed at home and her father went out to work everyday. What he did exactly, Liz didn't know. But she also didn't have an interest in it, either. The home she lived in was quiet beautiful. It was very large with lots of windows. But she was glad for it. Because she could be in her room studying, while her parents where in the other part of the home and there was peace and quiet.
"Have a good day at work, Dad," Liz said, picking up her backpack and throwing it around her back after finishing her breakfast.
She walked to the door when her father finally replied, placing the coffee he was sipping on the counter. "Thanks, Gumdrop. Learn lots."
"Mom," Liz called as her mother walked down the stairs, greeting her daughter in a hug. "Love you."
Her mother placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, too."
Liz squirmed out of the hug and opened the door. "Bye," she called one last time. She then stepped onto the porch and headed to the bus stop.
The sky was a baby blue; it was still early. The dew on the grass was drying up a bit. Liz didn't live far away from the school, but the bus passed her home and her parents insisted she rode it becasuse she was still working on her driver's license. When she finally reached the stop, the bus was just pulling up. She pushed her slightly curled black hair behind her ears and hopped on as the doors opened.
"Good morning," she said to the bus driver and he nodded his head in reply.
Liz continued to walk down the bus isle until she found her friend, Betty who was sitting alone. Liz flattened out her white sweater and her gray skirt and sat down. She left her backpack to squeeze against the back of the seat. Betty was a kind girl with blonde, straight hair. She moved over so Liz had enough space to sit down.
"Hey, there, Elizabeth," Betty smiled. "Nice skirt."
Liz sighed. "I told you about calling me Elizabeth," she responded. "And thanks."
Betty giggled softly. "I know that, silly. But it's funny."
"Okay, Betty."
The bus stopped. The ride was short, but it beats walking. Liz and Betty stood up and as the students in the seats up front drifted out, they followed. Both girls steps down and started to walk inside Midtown Science High School. Liz noticed Flash Thompson drive his shiny, silver car and pull into a parking spot. But of course after yelling out to Peter - "Sup, Penis Parker!" Liz had realized that Flash isn't a fan of Parker, but, well, he was a fan of her.
"Have you heard that the Avengers are moving?" Betty asked. But she was second though.
Liz still had her head turned, watching Peter freeze for a moment before walking inside the school. He was only a few pastes in front of the two girls, but Flash didn't have the right to talk to him like that.
"Hey..." Betty drifted off.
"Oh, yeah. Cool," Liz replied as they entered the school.
"Wait. Are you crushing on Peter?" Betty asked; Liz shook her head. "Well, I don't think that Flash is exactly your type, either."
"My type?" Liz repeated. "No, I'm not crushing on anyone." The pair stopped walking and Liz started to open her plain, sliver locker. "I'll see you at lunch?"
Betty nodded. "Yep, see ya then," she replied and walked off to her own locker.
Liz hung her backpack up on a lock and brought out her science text book. Science was first period and then language arts, so she grabbed that book as well, pulling her arms around her torso with her books locked in the middle. She did get some periods off to help for the Homecoming, but the first two weren't one.
The words that Betty said bubbled around in Liz's head as she closed her locker and headed off to science. Crushing...on Peter? Peter Parker? No, she was just wondering about what Flash said. Flash was bulling Parker? Peter was the smartest kid she knew; she was glad he was on the academic decathlon team. But Flash was on it, too, so why would he be making fun of Peter?
"Get that out of your head," Liz muttered to herself, she continued to walk down the hallway, her chin up.
"'Morning, Liz," Principal Morita said. He wore his black and white suit with this black hair gelled up, like always. "How's Homecoming coming along?"
"Hello, Principal Morita," Liz responded. "Good morning to you as well, and quiet nicely."
"Amazing. Have fun in class."
Liz nodded, as the first bell rang. On her way to science, she passed Peter's locker where him and Ned - his best friend - were talking. Of course it was something nerdy or else the girls next to the pair wouldn't have shunned away. For a second, Liz wanted to go and ask Peter what was up with him and Flash, but she thought it was a horrible thing to do. Clearly, him and Ned were deep in conversation all ready. Instead, she closed her eyes for a second and took in a deep breath. Then she stopped walking. It wasn't that she wanted to, but she had crashed into someone. Liz opened her eyes and saw Flash in front of her with his hands on her shoulders and a smirk on his face.
"Hey, Liz," he said.
Liz shrugged her shoulders, making Flash's hands fall back to his side. "Why'd you yell at Peter this morning?"
Flash brought his hands up by his neck, so they were holding on to the top of his backpack straps. "What?" he asked. "Oh, that's just a nickname a have for him. Don't worry, Liz, he loves it."
"It didn't look like he loved it."
"Remind me again why it matters?"
"Because he's probably the smartest person I know," Liz replied. She pushed past Flash and walked into the next door on the left - science.
She was just able to hear Flash mumble, "Well then you clearly haven't met-" but she closed the door behind her and his words were cut off.
Liz Allan took her seat in the front row away from the door. She placed her books down and looked out the window for the second bell rang. The buildings of Queens were sparkling as the sun glistened off of them. Liz looked back to her desk and pulled out her science book, flipping to the page on the board as Ms. Warren - an African-American woman with short hair and a purple dress - stood up from her desk and walked in front of it, leaning on the edge.
She faces the students with a smile. "Good morning, class," she announced. "Ready to start the day?"