Filler chapter I guess...sorry, kind of not sorry.
-The Long Story-
My days went by slowly. Each class was a bore, my brain solving maths problems faster than most the people in the room. Science was just as easy, History was a breeze, English , while being my...fourth language was mildly challenging, I mean the whole language is strange. Electives were a different story. I was in the middle of P.E. when I met Peter Parker. The teacher took one look at me and rolled his eyes. "What's your name girlie?" He asked and I repressed an angry glare.
"Wynter Barnes." I replied testily and he nodded once.
"You new here Miss Barnes?"
"Yep."
"Play any sports?"
"Do you count beating up bullies in dark alleys?"
"No."
"Then no, I do not play sports, nor do I have any desire to." By now people were looking at me like I was nuts.
"And your bully beatings?'
"My dad had a best friend growing up. The kid weighed ninety pounds soaking wet, used to get beat up a lot, had a mouth on him and morals only saints could have. Call it a family thing, people get beat up by bullies and we beat up bullies. If that makes me one, so be it, but those punks are just gettin' what the deserve." The guy stared at me and propped my hand on my hip staring back.
"You remind me of one of my older brothers." I ticked through the names of teachers and realized that this was Mr. Ward. Mr. Thomas Ward. I blinked and smirked.
"Do I now?"
"Yeah. You're with Parker, he usually manages to get beaten up, maybe you can stop that."
"Sir yes sir." I muttered sarcastically as Ward called out for Parker who looked up, and the kid looked like hell froze over, thawed and then threw him under a bus. I walked over to him and stuck my hand out.
"Wynter Barnes, no nickname but I gotta say Lamb you look like hell." His half smile was adorable and he took my hand giving it a small squeeze.
"Peter Parker,Angel." I smiled and tugged him aside to talk strategy. Together we demolished the other two person teams for the game of Hunger Games dodgeball.
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In December he discovered that the cold didn't bother me and asked why. I couldn't lie to him so I showed him my freaky freak powers and in turn he told me he was Spider- Man and proved it too. We were assigned to each other for an English project so Peter invited me to the Tower. It wasn't a big secret to me that he lived there. I'd dropped him off enough times. And he knew I lived in an apartment complex in Brooklyn. He also knew who my Dad was and that didn't faze him.
"So my place or yours?" He asked as he sat down beside me at our usual table.
"Yours Lamb." I replied grinning at him. "You know I can't resist Aunt May's cookies and I think she knows it."
"She does, she's excited to meet you. The...others are a bit more on edge. I'm pretty sure your Dad is halfway to giving me the shovel talk and know offence Angel but I'm gonna take it seriously because your Dad scares me."
"He scares a lot of people."
-The Long Story-
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