Hey all! As always I would like to thank all of you for your continued support of this story. We left with Luna meeting two new characters, one named Brandon and the other named Darien. They may or may not have a bigger role in this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel Characters that may or may not appear in this story. The only things that I own are the plot and my lovely OC Luna Stark (And the two new characters as well, but it's too tedious and irritating to list new characters
For the rest of homeroom we talked, causing me to completely forget about my phone. The best part was, he didn't seem to mind that I was only fourteen, and soon to be fifteen. Otherwise he didn't know, but it had to be obvious, I am shorter, and lack what all of the senior girls have. The bell rang, and I cursed, putting away the phone quickly.
Brandon took this as an opening to grab my schedule, he snatched it from my desk, and before I could protest he read it all out loud. "Woah, that's a lot of hard classes, you'll have exams every single period, that will be rough." He commented.
I shrugged and was about to put my backpack on my back before he grabbed it from me. "You're on crutches, I'll take it. We have first period together anyway." He explained easily.
I really don't want him to carry my bag for me, but at the same time it would be nice to have a friend in school, and that backpack was full of books. It kind of hurt, swinging on my crutches and having the back continually slam into my back as I hobbled along. "Fine, but once I'm off of my crutches I'm carrying my bag myself." I replied lightly. It wasn't meant to be hurtful, just a request. I hate having other people do things for me, because I always feel like I never thank them correctly or I can never quite return the favor.
Brandon chuckled, leading me down the hallways, loudly shouting at people to get out of our way, claiming that he had a highly disabled person with him and he needed the halls to be cleared to get me through safely. Every so often he would glance back at me and grin at how red my cheeks are and at the apologetic looks I kept giving to everyone we passed. When the people heard Brandon they would move and then when they saw me they would either glare, roll their eyes, look confused, or grin at me while all I could do was smile sheepishly back.
When we finally got to the English room, it was surprisingly empty except for us and the teacher. "Never do that again." I told him sternly, but smiling all the same. This was the first time in a long time that a stranger went so out of their way to make me comfortable, excluding Happy and Pepper of course.
I walked up to the teacher and handed her my paper that explained why I was there, and promptly sat in my desk right next to Brandon. Today will be an undoubtedly long day.
Just as predicted, today was a long day. The classes weren't any harder than usual, which is to say they weren't hard at all, especially because I got so far ahead while I was in the hospital, but just being in class and dealing with the uncivilized people that are my peers was what was exhausting. Adults are so much easier to work with, less foolish, childish, and usually less ignorant.
I made my way out to the front of the school, and even saw one of Tony's sports cars, which was out of place, even in the parking lot full of the cars that the rich kid's parents bought them. I smiled to myself, as I started to make my way over to him.
"Hey, pipsqueak, want to finish what we started?"
I groaned internally and turned around to face the loud, obnoxious voice. Darien stood at the top of the stairs, leisurely strolling towards me, smiling at all of the people who had stopped to watch the altercation. Just what I need, an audience. "What do we have to finish? I was just telling the truth." I replied to her, not caring if what I said angered her further. If I can stall long enough a teacher may end it before I have to fight her.
"Ha ha, you're so funny. Come on, let's settle this, right here." She said, coming closer to me. I knew that she would want to give the first hit, probably hoping that I wouldn't be able to hit her after she hit me first, so I steadied myself on my good leg and looked at her calmly.
"There's nothing to settle, Darien. Even if we do fight, and even if you do win, you'll still go back to being daddy's little girl, and the school's little slut. Why don't we just skip the part where you get embarrassed in front of the whole school by the new kid?" I asked condescendingly. The crowd that was gathering around us "oooooh"-ed loudly and Darien screwed her face up angrily. She was only a few feet away from me now, she drew her hands up into fists.
"You're just too scared to fight me, little girl." She taunted. All at once she rushed forward, I vaguely saw her fist flying towards my face. I dropped my crutches, sidestepped her fist, stooping so I wouldn't have too much weight on my bad leg.
Darien growled in frustration when she saw that I was standing, perfectly untouched and swung widely at me again, this time I caught her fist and used her momentum to send her tumbling to the ground behind me.
The crowd, who was on her side before the fight started, if you could call it a fight, now cheered and clapped for me, but I ignored them. Darien looked up at me with a mixture of confusion, anger, and fear on her face, before she scrambled to her feet, raising her fists again. "Come on, you're just too scared to hit me. You're such a pussy." She taunted, but I didn't take the bait. If I hit her then it would all be over. She would cry and complain to the school and I would get in trouble even though I didn't even start the fight in the first place, and everyone watching would take Darien's side, not mine.
"How about you actually hit me like you promised before you call someone a pussy?" I asked with a laugh, fully prepared for what was going to happen next. She rushed at me and tried to grab at my hair for leverage, I ducked under her arms and tackled her to the ground. Ignoring the excited yells of my peers, I pinned Darien to the ground and got close to her face. "Now, you are going to stop trying to fight me. You are going to go home. And you are going to leave me alone from now on, if you don't I'll fight you for real next time. Got it?" I asked, speaking clearly.
Darien nodded fearfully. I shoved her to the ground, hard before returning to my crutches. The crowd was quiet, and I was wondering why, until I saw the reason.
Tony stood in the middle of the crowd, holding my backpack and crutches, staring at me. He didn't look angry, or happy, he was just staring. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, I walked over to him warily, accepting my crutches from him. "Thanks." I said weakly.
He nodded to me swiftly, before looking to the crowd of teenagers. "Well, you've seen enough, now go!" He told the crowd forcefully. The crowd slowly dissipated, but I could hear the whispers. I'll have a lot to deal with tomorrow.
Tony walked to the car soundlessly, I followed, wondering what the car ride home would have in store for me. Tony tossed my bag into the passenger seat and got in, I got in after him, situating myself to be comfortable in the sports car with my stuff.
We sat in the car for a few moments, completely silent, before he turned grinning at me. "High five." He said, holding up his hand.
"Wait, what? I thought that you would be angry with me. I could have exposed my powers, I could have hurt someone!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"But you didn't. I saw the whole thing. You were defending yourself, you didn't even hit her." He shrugged, grinning wider. "You really need to let off some steam sometime, hit her back next time." He suggested.
I looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds, then laughed. "You are the best parent ever."
It's okay to hate Darien, I already do. So, now that we have a little bit more of a taste of how Darien and Brandon are, do we like them? Please review, I love feedback on chapters, it makes me so happy to read.
Next update should be Friday! Until next time!
