On Sunday afternoon I get ready for clothes shopping. Peter lost a bet (in his defence I am a trained assassin so of course my throwing is accurate) that involved me throwing a toothpick through some fruit loops. Now he has to come with me and hold whatever I buy. The person in question is still sleeping but the situation is quickly remedied with lots of poking. Hearing a groan I stop my assault and begin speaking, "Peter, it's already 2 and today's our shopping day, get uuuuuuup." He throws a pillow that I easily deflect and return, some feathers land on the ground, I then leave the room to make some food.
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In 30 minutes we're heading for the mall. Coming out of the dressing room I realize Peter is completely bored and playing… Little Alchemy? Alright then. I find some clothes I think would look nice on him and start throwing accessories at him, "we aren't leaving till you try all of those on." I stare at him and we have a silent battle of wills, I win. He sighs, we switch places, and he spends the next 10 minutes in the dressing room.
"Do all of those clothes fit?" "yes", he mutters in response. "Good, shoes are next." Just like with May, he tries to protest but I'm already swiping my card to pay.
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Returning to the apartment I fold my clothes and put them on the top bunk heading back out for groceries. When I get back I ask Peter for help and we cook dinner together. There were a few slip ups but he's not that bad at cooking, then I do some cleaning (why are there so many feathers on the ground), May and Ben arrive home and we all eat dinner together. "So what did you guys do today?", May asks. "I got some clothes for school and dragged Peter along." We all laugh, even Peter who's trying and failing to hide it. After dinner we spend the night talking and playing card games (I demolish everyone and Peter is convinced I'm somehow cheating).
Eventually we all get ready for bed, we school and work tomorrow after all.
"Hey Peter?" "Yes Calle?" "Do you think I'll do well at Midtown?" "Yeah." "Thank you мой друг." (my friend)
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I get up early and go for a long run, deciding to explore a nearby park. There aren't many people, but I guess that's to be expected at 5:30 am. Pulling a feather off my sweatpants, I put on the wonderful gift that is Spotify (Peter told me about it), and the first song that comes on is Ain't No Rest for the Wicked. I look around for the fastest runner. Why, you ask? Because I am competitive and the need to win at something first thing in the morning is what gets me ready for the day.
I see a blonde man with a baseball cap on and make it my mission to pass him.
The man starts running faster, so I follow suit. Catching up to him I realize 2 things. The first, that this may have been a reckless idea. The second, well let's just say karma is a bitch.
I'm racing the good old American jackass, Steve Rogers.
I don't think he's seen my face yet, so I just bolt and of course life is laughing at me with the help of Spotify because;
"Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free"
And Captain America is still trying to keep up.
"Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know, I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good"
The song finishes just as I reach an alley and I'm sure I've lost Rogers. Life sucks. And if I don't go back now I won't have time to shower before school.
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School is pretty cool, especially because I may or may not have hacked the school after I got accepted to make sure Peter and I have the same schedule. Well except for the fact that he has band while I have orchestra ( I want to learn how to play the violin). Oh and one other thing.
Flash Thompsan is a nuisance.
When we walked into the building this morning Peter introduced me to his friends Ned and MJ. I talked to them for a while, subconsciously giving my stamp of approval (not that they need it) when I hear something that may cause a homicide. "Hey Penis Parker, who's the new girl?", said the dead man walking. "I'm sorry, who are you?", I asked. "I'm Flash, and by the way you might wanna hang out with someone else before you get branded as a loser." he said signing his death warrant. I tensed getting ready to deck this jerk before Peter puts his hand on my shoulder and looks at me shaking his head. Fine.
"Однажды его не будет здесь, когда вы пригласите смерть. И ничто не помешает мне танцевать на твоей могиле." (One day he will not be here when you invite death. And nothing will stop me from dancing on your grave.) I gave him the glare equivalent of death by a thousand stabs.
"Whatever, stay with the losers", the idiot said, clearly not understanding. This time Peter didn't have a chance to grab me and I close enough to Flash to whisper. "Insult my friend again and you may just lose your tongue." His eyes widened in fear and he scurried away, my face split into a cheshire cat grin. I've made my point. Mj nodded in approval and Ned and Peter laughed. I grabbed my stuff and we all walked to class together. "Hey Calliste, I think you dropped this when you were threatening Flash," MJ walks over to me holding a gold feather. I just shrug and accept it, it looks like one of the ones from the apartment. Weird, but cool.
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The rest of the day is great. But I can't help but remember my morning run. Of all the people to possibly run into. And I can't even blame the star spangled jerk this time. It was my fault. I was being careless.
What if he had followed me? What if he had caught me and I got hauled off? Would I even be able to escape this time? What would Peter think? Would they come after him too?
I need to be more careful. And I can't let them get hurt because I'm selfish. I have to go.
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At dinner that night I talk about my day and try to keep smiling while guilt ways me down. Of course this doesn't work on everyone.
"Calle what's wrong?" Peter asks, pulling me aside immediately after dinner.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking.
"Don't lie, I know something's up."
"Well I... I...
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School's been back in session. I still see Peter at school, but I mostly avoid everyone.
Everyday I come home to my lonely apartment.ˆ
A place in Hell's Kitchen with so much space it feels like a black hole.
6 months since I slipped away from the Avengers and I still can't get my shit together.
At least the Parkers are safe.
They don't need my problems adding to theirs.