Peter and I spent the afternoon watching Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back on the couch of the living room where I had first met the Avengers a month ago after the Battle of New York.
By three, the two of us realized we had yet to complete our weekend homework.
Tomorrow was Monday and I realized I would have to take the bus into school since Charles wouldn't be driving me.
My temporary room in the Avengers Tower was rather nice. I had set up a couple photos from home on my desk and brought along a few books. It was strange to live in the heart of the city, and so high up in a skyscraper too. But since Stark was selling the Tower, I'd really only be staying here for a couple of nights at most.
By the end of my first day, I was already missing the smell of the fresh-cut grass surrounding Charles' school.
Still, Peter and I finished our homework, which seemed rather arbitrary when we were training to be actual Avengers.
"Hey, Peter," I began throwing my finished work back into my book bag.
"Yeah, Eve?"
"Do you have a room in the Tower?" I asked.
"No . . . Do you?" Peter said, looking up from his math homework.
"Oh, yeah I do," I said sheepishly. "Guess it's because I live kinda far away."
Peter shrugged, then paused. After a moment he said, "Hey do you think you could give me your phone number?" he asked rather quickly, not daring to make eye contact. "I mean you don't have to, it could just be for emergencies—"
"Yeah, okay," I said.
"Really? I mean, yeah, cool," Peter said, trying to be casual.
We exchanged phone numbers.
"Man, wait 'til Ned hears about today," Peter laughed to himself.
"Does he know you're Spiderman?" I asked.
"Uh yeah, so you, Ned, and Mr. Stark are really the only ones, so like—try and keep it to yourself."
"Noted," I said. "I wish I could do that."
"Do what?" Peter asked.
"You know, be able to hide it," I explained. "Everyone knows I'm the 'Angel of New York,' or whatever," I said, crossing my arms. "The wings get in the way all the time too. That's why I'm not looking forward to taking the bus."
"Well, I could save you a seat?" Peter offered. "I think my stop's before yours. By the way, where is your bus stop? I mean, it's not like the bus is gonna stop at the actual Avengers Tower, will it?"
I shrugged. "I sure hope not, even if it means I have to walk a few blocks."
Unfortunately, the bus did stop very close to the Avengers Tower.
As I stepped up into the school bus, I knew every eye was on me. I put in my earbuds and kept my eyes down. I tucked my wings behind myself tightly and made my way to the back.
"Eve!" I heard someone call through my earbuds and music.
Peter flagged me down at the very back of the bus.
Someone scoffed.
I had to resist the urge to punch them square in the jaw. I gave them my signature death glare instead.
Peter was sitting with another kid. I assumed that was Ned who I had heard Peter mention the day prior.
Ned's mouth was open in a surprised letter O.
"That's Eve?" I saw him whisper to Peter.
I took a seat across from them. Luckily it was empty.
"I saved you that seat 'cause I know you need some room," Peter said.
"Thanks," I said, taking out an earbud.
"Hi, I'm Ned," Ned said nervously, extending a hand.
"Eve."
As I shook his hand, Ned looked like he could faint from excitement. "Why do so many superheroes go to Midtown High?" Ned said excitedly under his breath.
I shrugged. "New York always needs saving. How's your eye, Peter?"
It still looked rather purple.
"I'm fine, it'll be fine in a couple days," Peter answered.
"Sorry about that, again," I mumbled.
Ned spoke up, "She did that?"
Peter shushed him. "We were sparring," he whispered.
"Awesome," Ned breathed.