Chapter Ten: The Mysterious Messenger

Here we go with the next chapter, this one takes will begin in to unravel a few little things and the plot should really pick up now so get ready for craziness that will eventually come. Be sure to favorite this story and leave comments and suggestions on things you'd like to see in the future, now read on!

Natasha Romanoff never followed me to try to talk to me after yesterday but I've been avoiding her too though, having JARVIS tell me where she is and when she's coming into the living room or is in the elevator so I know when to take the stairs instead. Like today, after sneaking out of the tower early this morning, I seriously go to school at like exactly six in the morning.

Living in that tower is like living on top of a pool table, except I'm the one side-stepping all the others on the same green fabric table top. The school day dragged on with the thought of the note weighing down all my thoughts, I have to go to the football field after school and meet this stranger behind the bleachers but I don't want to go alone so I've asked Rae to come with me, using her powers to be invisible.

She and I still haven't talked much since the last incident between us but I haven't had the chance to ask her to help me with this business card I found back in the alleyway but I still fully intend to do. We've just been really busy with Sierra bustling us around like those spinning teacups at amusement parks, the ones that spin like a Ferris Wheel but so much faster.

As the final bell rings, Rae meets me by my locker, she seems tired. Emerald eyes troubled, dark circles under them, her hair falls down over her shoulder in straight black locks. She wears a black corset top with lace over the shoulders and arms, her jeans are a faded gray color, and she wears a pair of black combat boots with green shoes laces.

Her lips are bright scarlet from the glossy lipstick she's wearing and her eyes are lined in dark cat style eyeliner, with smokey eye shadow to give her a much darker appearance. Throwing my school supplies in my locker, I close the door, and start down the heavily crowded hallway bustling with fellow students, Rae falls into step beside me.

Icy wind whistles past, blowing my hair around in a whirlwind of red hair, obscuring my vision of the football field just down the hill adjacent from the high school building. "Rae, I'm sorry about pushing you to tell me what's bothering you. I'm just worried about you and I know it's not my business but you've been so troubled lately and I just wanted to help."

She sighs, running a hand over her face. "I know you are Panic, but the thing is that I am not ready to discuss it. I am still struggling with it myself, when I was in Asgard, I found out some things about my father that I was not aware were true and am struggling with what I learned and saw. When I feel comfortable with it, I will tell you first, promise."

Nodding, I motion for her to get ready and as she slips behind tree to use her powers while I proceed to the bleachers, slipping underneath the seats and make my way underneath the dark depths of the secret society beneath them. Blue spray painted profanity lines the brick wall that braces the bleachers, it's dark and the dirt's wet, not quite mud by still sticky and nasty and even though Rae's invisible, I can still feel her presence at my side.

Stepping deeper into the cave that apparently resides behind the stands to the football field, I stop right in the middle between both sides of the entryways to the back of the stands. A dark silhouette of a male figure appears at the other end of the stands opening and slowly edges forward until they stand close enough for me to tell that this person is nearly a whole head taller than me with broad shoulders.

A light fixture flickers to light, coating us all in an ugly glow that makes even the dirt below my feet look like a character from The Walking Dead and it's not even a living thing. Before me stands the last person I was expecting, not someone that would appear to be an evil master mind, no, instead stands a boy with messy dark brown hair wearing a black and yellow Letterman jacket.

Logan Montgomery, quarterback of our high school football team and one of the most popular boys in school due to his sports endeavors while I'm popular because Tony Stark's my father. He met me here so he must have sent the note but the reason still remains, why, I don't think he's apart of this whole conflict transpiring right now so it must be something else entirely.

"Are you the one who slipped this note in my locker?" I ask, waving the folded note in front of me before letting my hand drop down to my side as I wait for him to respond. He hesitates, his hazel eyes aimed away from me before darting up to me my gaze.

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you something," he explains, shrugging slightly. "Figured it'd be best to ask you in private instead of putting you on the spot in front of a bunch of people. Maybe behind the football bleacher sounded sort of ominous, not my smartest suggestion."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes in annoyance at his lack of an actual answer like I'd asked for, instead I keep my annoyance in check and keep myself calm. "Alright, so what was it you wanted to ask me Montgomery because if I don't get going soon my dad's gonna start to wonder where I'm at."

So the last part's a lie, but it's not like he would know that anyways, Dad and Pepper haven't been all that concerned about where I am lately anyways so being a few hours late from getting home after school really wouldn't concern them all that much. He doesn't seem to notice the lie, probably because I'm used to lying to people so anyone who doesn't really know me that well isn't able to tell when I'm dishonest.

"The Homecoming dance is coming up soon and I wanted to ask if you'd go with me, it wouldn't be a thing if you didn't want it to be but I—" he stutters as I raise an eyebrow in confusion. Why would Logan Montgomery want me to go to Homecoming with him out of all the girls here who'd be tripping of their stupid high heels to be his date to this trivial event?

As if the question had been written across my forehead he answer right away, waving his hands around like a stop-motion animation with Barbie dolls, you know, the ones with the joints.

"I've seen you a lot in the hallway and you seem like a pretty chill girl, not the type to cling on my arm and giggle at everything I say even if it's not funny like the cheerleaders, especially Kristy Webs, she's been trying to get me to ask her since Freshman year and still doesn't get the message."

"What am I supposed to do, keep her from getting anywhere near you because I'm not really up for guard duty," I respond, my voice void of emotions as I keep a neutral expression. I'm not really thrilled about the idea of going to Homecoming in general but the idea of having to ward off some preppy, snobby cheerleader girl makes me want to punch Logan in the face for even asking me to begin with.

He shakes his head immediately after I say that. "No, no, no. That's not why I'm asking but that would be a benefit as she'd leave me alone if I went with someone but you're pretty and really cool from what I've seen and been told. I'd like to get to know you better. So what do you say?"

Deciding I'd rather not waste my time by saying no and having to explain why I said that, I decide to agree and go with him anyways, even though I've heard he's kind of a jerk, but if he tries anything, I won't hesitate to kick his ass.

"Fine," is what I respond, only half listening to him after that, if he's not the person trying to attack me then who is? Someone's planning something and I still have no idea what it is or even why to begin with.