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There's a funny thing about anniversaries. An event happens on a single day, forever to be remembered by a select few exactly a year from that time. Marked on a calendar. Marked in someone's mind. Most people celebrate these anniversaries. Weddings, birthdays, first dates. The small things and the big things.

They don't have to be good. Anniversaries can be for bad things. A bad thing happens on a day, forever to be remembered by those involved for years to come. A traumatic experience. The loss of someone in your life. Maybe they moved away, maybe they died. Some people lose their friends, distant family members. Close family members. Grandparents, cousins, siblings, children. Parents.

When Ada woke up the morning of an all too new Anniversary, the teenager only wanted to roll over, close her eyes, and leave them closed until the sun was past set. She wanted to forget, act like it never happened. Like everything was normal. Like her world didn't change dramatically three short years ago today.

She remembers the first anniversary of the day her mother died. She'd cried herself to sleep every night that week, her face shoved down in her pillow to prevent her father from hearing her. She realized later it didn't matter if he heard her. And in that moment, Ada had never felt more alone.

Ada had never been close with her father. She'd always gravitated towards her mother and the woman's natural loving nature. But the girl had never doubted Nathan loved her. She questioned that more and more these days. The doubt that was never even an inkling of a thought consumed her more often than not.

The time when Ada needed her father more than ever, he wasn't there. He never was. The teenager could never express how grateful she was for Rosa. The loyal woman who was a better parent than her own father. But she wasn't her mother.

When at school or fancy events, surrounded by other people, that's when Ada felt the most lonely. There could be hundreds of people right next to her but the teenager felt like she was the only one in the room. She was sad and the only one to hear her cries of anguish was her crumpled pillow that never fails to absorb her tears.

But that one fateful night when Tony Stark had taken some kind of interest in her, decided to let her meet Queens very own superhero, things changed. She made a friend, found someone who made her feel something good. Who was able to drag her decaying soul up from the dark depths of her mind. Peter was that person for her. He made her realize she could be okay again.

Only today those things didn't seem to matter. She only felt cold and alone. And maybe it was worse. She'd let herself be numb for so long and now after feeling again, everything felt worse, stronger.

Wiping her wet cheeks, Ada pulls herself from the comfort of her bed and onto the carpeted floor. It was warm and soft beneath her bare feet but it failed to warm the coldness swimming through her body.

Getting dressed for the day, Ada went with dark clothes when the colorful ones just wanted to make her cry. It didn't feel right, to dress like she was happy, like everything was okay. So she didn't. She wore dark pants and a dark top. Her equally dark hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

Nathan was already awake. Always was, even on the weekends. Ada wasn't sure if he slept, he always seemed to be working, always looked put together. She envied that about him. He never had a hair out of place while Ada wore baggy T-shirts and whatever pair of pants that are most convenient at the time. Only at home, of course, Nathan wouldn't allow her to go out like that.

The man himself currently sat at the pristine kitchen counter, sipping coffee from a mug while reading the paper. He'd get up to leave for work soon while treating the day like it was any other. Ada wondered if he even remembered. Nathan had always been closed off but after Emma died, he reached a whole new level.

On a normal day, Ada would greet her father with a smile and a good morning, but the teen couldn't find the energy. Didn't matter, she told herself, he barely ever lifted his head to acknowledge her anyway.

Deciding against breakfast, Ada hung around the living room, watching as her father placed his mug in the sink and walked out the door without as much as a goodbye, leaving the teen alone.

With her head down, Ada drags her feet back to her room to collect her shoes and purse. She knew where she needed to go. Where she wanted to go as much as she didn't. At the last second, the teen grabbed her phone from where it lay face down on her nightstand. Her eyes avoiding the picture of a happier time that sat just behind it. She didn't check for any messages, only slipped the device into her back pocket and walked out of the apartment.

Lifting her hoodie over her head, Ada turns down the street and walks the familiar path with her head down. It was almost like everyone around her sensed her foul mood, she didn't once bump into anyone, they seemed to be giving her a wide berth. Or maybe it was all in her head.

The flower shop had a bell hanging above the door. It dinged whenever someone entered or exited. Ada thought the sound was comforting and annoying all at the same time. It was the same one she'd come to the past two years. This year makes three. She never came inside any other day. She loved flowers but it just made her sad now.

Dark blue eyes roamed over the many flowers, their colors standing out brightly in the little corner store. She didn't browse, only looked until she found the bright pink lilies she's bought twice before.

She pays for them, a girl she doesn't recognize behind the counter, and made a timely exit. They were simple flowers, a simple bouquet. Beautiful, but not for long. They'd wither and die soon. Ada thought it was funny in a way. Paying an expensive price for something so precious just to watch as the life was slowly drained out of them, leaving nothing but a dark, crumpling shell behind. She felt she could relate in some ways.

Holding the delicate flowers close to her, Ada hails a taxi and climbs in. She thinks she sees the middle-aged man shoot her something akin to a sympathetic look when she tells him the address but the teen ignores him. Instead, her gaze stays glued out the window, watching their surroundings pass them by.

"Keep the change." Ada mumbles to the driver as she hands over some money, climbing out of the car before she could hear any reply he may have.

The cemetery was large. Of course, it was. So many people die every day and barely a fraction of them are buried here. Ada had no trouble finding the right grave, the word made her shudder. She hadn't been there many times in three years, she felt guilty about that. It was hard for her but she wasn't the one who'd died. It felt selfish.

There were dead leaves on the ground. Not many. The groundskeepers did a good job but it was impossible to keep every stray leaf off the ground twenty-four-seven. The wind blew lightly, stirring the hair that peeked out from Ada's hoodie and the leaves on the ground. It brought a chill with it. The cemetery felt colder somehow.

Eyes on her feet, Ada walked respectfully by the other headstones until she came upon the one she was there for. She'd read it over so many times in the past. There wasn't much, the few words were seared into her brain. She couldn't bring herself to look past where offset green grass met dark grey marble.

Unwrapping the crinkly plastic surrounding the flowers, Ada stuffs it into her hoodie pocket before carefully lowering them onto the ground where they'd lay until their life was drained from them.

She felt oddly calm the entire trip there, through her walk between the other blocks of granite or marble, marking the lives of other people. But as her knees hit the damp ground below her, the calmness seeped from her body and was replaced with something else. She felt sad, alone, scared, lost. It didn't happen slowly, her eyes didn't water and tears didn't slip down her cheeks. A sob tore its way out of her before she'd even registered how she was feeling. A hand flew to cover her mouth, stifling the noise.

I had been three years but sometimes it still hit her hard. Her mother was dead, she was never coming back. She was never going to see her again. Never going to hug her mother, laugh with her, cry to her, talk to her, fight with her. She wasn't going to be there for anything else. Wasn't going to be at another birthday, Christmas. Wasn't going to help her shop for a prom dress, a wedding dress. She wouldn't be there for any of it.

One hand braced her stomach as she leaned forward, the other one pulling away from her mouth just enough for the girl to drag in a ragged breath. Tears poured from her eyes, snot fell from her nose. She looked a mess but that was the last thing on her mind as she cried on her knees in front of the slab that marked her mother's life.

A little dash separated the years in which she lived. A simple dash held her entire life. All the things she'd done, accomplished. It didn't feel like enough. People who walked by didn't know everything that small indent held in it. All the great things that were cut short in only a matter of minutes.

Ada gasped out apologies over and over through the sobs that forced their way out of her throat. She didn't even know what she was apologizing for. Because she was crying. Because her mother was dead. Because it was her fault. All of the above? Did it matter?

An unknown amount of time past before Ada's crying finally slowed. Tears continued to fall from her eyes and her chest still felt heavy but the girl was able to breathe a little easier and sit back. There were tissues in her purse, she knew but didn't make a move to reach for them. Instead, she took deep breaths through her mouth as she stared at her mother's grave.

It hurt. She thought it shouldn't hurt this much still. Would it always be like this? People had said it would get better with time. And sure, she didn't cry every day as she did three years ago but it didn't hurt any less when she thought about it. Thought about her mother's smiling face. A face she would never see outside of pictures ever again. Maybe that was her punishment. It would never stop hurting.

It was getting late by the time Ada pulled herself off the ground and forced herself out of the cemetery. She didn't know the time, hadn't bothered to pull her phone from her pocket all day. But the sun had noticeably moved, though the sky was still bright and blue.

The teenager trudged along the sidewalk for a while, not destination in mind. She hadn't wanted to go home immediately even though she was exhausted. The people around her acted the opposite as that morning. It was almost like she was invisible. She definitely felt that way. Small, unseen. People bumped her shoulders as they passed. No one bothered to apologize or even tell her to watch where she was going. Like she wasn't there at all. She wished she wasn't.

The sun had once again moved noticeably in the sky as Ada arrived home. She'd just been walking, going no where until she ended up back here. She didn't even think about turning away when she entered the building, riding the elevator up to her floor.

The apartment was empty. Nathan was still as work. Rosa left town a few days before to visit her ailing sister. And there was no one else. Limply closing the door behind her, Ada listens to the sound echo throughout the room. There was nothing homey about this place. Everything was so clean, furniture not a centimeter out of place. There weren't even any photos. Not anymore. There used to be many planted around, a big family portrait used to hang above the mantel. They'd all disappeared overnight a little less than three years ago, never to be seen again.

Sighing, Ada locks herself in her bedroom, feeling little relief. It was the opposite of the other rooms. It was clean but not overly so, the walls held posters and paintings. There were only two photos. The frame on her nightstand protected a photo of Emma and Ada many years ago. They were both smiling wide, their matching eyes shining brightly. Her desk held one that portrayed the perfect happy family. Ada sandwiched between her parents, their arms thrown over her with smiles on their faces. Something of the past.

Anger and grief controlled Ada's movements as she roughly shoved both photos down. She couldn't stand to look at those smiling faces. Maybe they were real once but not anymore. She hadn't seen her father smile for real in a long time. If it wasn't for that picture, she'd have forgotten what it looked like now. Ada couldn't stand to look at her own face smiling so brightly, it didn't feel like her. The girl in those pictures wasn't the one looking at them now. Her mother's face almost taunted her, her eyes boring into her own as a warped version of her voice whispered to Ada, reminding her that it was her fault.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ada groans at the oncoming headache as she falls onto her bed, shoes still on her feet. She didn't close her eyes as she turned onto her side, gaze locked onto the overturned frame in front of her. She knew it was a bad idea, knew she'd cry if she looked. But she deserved to feel sad, this happened because of her. Reaching over, Ada brings the picture close to her, looking down at the woman who stared back.

As suspected, tears sprang to her eyes immediately, soon followed by cries that she didn't bother to quiet. She was alone now, no one would hear her.

The box of tissues on her nightstand had been full but was now close to empty as the floor was flooded them after being used. Ada paid no mind to the mess, she could clean it later. Her cries slowed over time, soon the teenager was just stifling, hugging the picture to her chest as she closes her eyes. Her face felt heavy and stuffy, hunger gnawed at her stomach but she had no desire to eat.

Ada didn't realize she'd dozed off until a sound woke her. She slowly blinks open her eyes, rubbing them to help clear her vision. She didn't know what the noise was, her mind was still clouded with sleep. But once it sounded again behind her, the girl turns around from where she sat on her bed.

Peter sat outside her window, his hand raised as he knocks softly. Ada quickly wipes her face, trying to rid herself of the tear tracks on her cheeks. She didn't know why he was here, thought about telling him to just go away, but the teen walks over to her window and opens it.

"What are you doing here?" She mumbles to the boy, not stepping back to let him in.

"You weren't answering your phone." Peter answers while trying to meet her eyes. It was obvious that she'd been crying, her eyes were red and puffy.

Avoiding his gaze, Ada pulls her phone from her pocket and tries to turn it on. "It's off." She informs him of the fact not even she was aware of, her eyes glued to the screen as it loaded. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Peter shrugs. "I was just wondering what you were doing. You hadn't answered all day so I thought I'd see if you were home." Ada only nods, her thumbing scrolling through all the notifications on her phone while Peter slips his legs inside. "Hey." He says softly, trying to gain her attention. "What's up?" He wasn't going to ask if she was okay, he thought that was stupid, she obviously wasn't.

Ignoring the question, Ada turns away and sits on the end of her bed, waiting for Peter to join her. Shoulders slumped, the girl reached behind her to retrieve the photo from beside her pillow, silently handing it to Peter without looking at him.

"It's been three years today." Ada whispered after a moment, clearing up any confusion he had.

Peter understood then. Why Ada was so sad. He'd lost his own mother and father before he was old enough to really remember them. Then his uncle not that long ago. He understood loss, understood how she was feeling in more ways than either of them knew.

"You look like her." Peter observes quietly, gaze shifting from the picture to Ada's face in time to see the girl wipe away a tear that escaped her eye. "I still cry, for my uncle." Peter confessed. "And I get sad when I think about my parents, even if I barely remember them."

"It doesn't get better, does it?" Ada questions when Peter wraps an arm around her shoulders, turning her head to look up at him.

"You'll always miss her. Be sad that she's gone. But the hurt lessons and you won't just cry at her memory, you'll smile too."

"Even if it was my fault?" Furrowing his brows, Peter opens his mouth to speak but Ada cuts him off before he can. "She left work early because I wasn't feeling well. If she hadn't been driving, the truck never would have hit her. She'd still be here."

"Nothing about that is your fault." Peter's words were soft but firm. He understood what it was like to blame yourself for someone's death. He did the same for his uncle. Despite the countless times he's been told that it wasn't his fault, he still held that guilt. So, maybe he was being hypocritical, trying to convince her of this when he did the same thing. "And she wouldn't want you blaming yourself."

"You didn't even know her." Ada felt bad saying that. Her mother was an amazing person and she knew she wouldn't want her daughter feeling bad for anything. But that fact didn't change that it was her fault.

"Well, if she's anything like you, I know she wouldn't." Peter gave her a small smile, squeezing her closer to his side.

"I went to see her." Ada changed the subject. Peter's words might make her feel better for a short time, but it wouldn't last, she knew. She was to blame and there was nothing that could change that. "Brought her favorite flowers."

"By yourself?"

"Yeah." Ada shrugs, the movements shifting Peter's arm. "Dad doesn't go see her. I don't know if he's been back since the funeral. He went to work this morning, acted like everything was okay."

"Everyone copes differently." Peter offers weakly, earning a humorless laugh from the girl next to him.

"Cope." She whispers sarcastically. "It's like he doesn't even care."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"You don't know my father." Sighing, Ada leans her head onto Peter's shoulder, taking the frame from his hand and setting it behind her. "Doesn't matter. I don't wanna talk about it."

"Have you eaten?" Peter also understood not wanting to talk about something so he'd honor her request.

"Not hungry."

"So, no." Peter concludes, rubbing Ada's arm before standing and holding his hand out to her. "C'mon, you need to eat. We can go out or raid your kitchen. I'm not a good cook but I make a mean grilled cheese."

"Peter." Ada sighs but takes his hand so he can pull her to her feet. "You don't have to do this."

"I know." Peter nods. "But you're my friend and I want too. I care about you. So?"

"I haven't had a grilled cheese in forever." Ada allowed herself a small smile, her hand clamped tightly in Peter's as she leads him from her room and into the kitchen. "Alright master chef, what do you need?"

Not ten minutes later, both teenagers sat at the counter, two sandwiches between them while Peter tells stories about the avengers. Simple things that he knew about them. Like Thor's love for coffee and pop tarts. Apparently, Steve plays Mario Kart. (He's not very good at it). Visions dislike for doors. How Clint would show up out of nowhere after being gone for a long periods of time. Tony's dad-like behavior. Ada's words, not Peter's. Ada knew they were all people, heroes but still people. Well Thor was a god and Vision is whatever Vision is, but still. She'd just never thought they could be so mundane.

"You ever arm wrestle Captain America?" Ada asks, her empty plate resting next to her elbow.

"I'm going to now." Peter laughs.

"Who's stronger, Thor or the Captain?"

"Thor." Peter answers without hesitation.

"Figured." Ada nods along with him, letting out a sigh as she looks down at her plate, eyes tracking the crumbs left behind. "I should clean this up, my dad will be home soon."

"Wanna go out tonight?" Grabbing his own plate before Ada can, Peter helps clean up their mess as he asks. "Or stay in. I have been practicing my paper airplanes."

"Well, in that case." Taking Peter's hand, Ada pulls him back to her room where she grabs a stack of paper from her desk before going to her window. The sky held the last bit of the days light, casting a soft glow throughout the city.

"Alright, Parker, let's see what you got." Ada says as she hands Peter a piece of paper, setting the stack aside so she could fold her own. "Not bad. But now it's time for the true test. See who's can go further."

"On the count of three?"

"On the count of three." Ada nods, getting a better grip on the paper in her hand. "Three."

"Two."

"One."

"And Peter Parker finally wins one." Ada anounces to the imaginary crowd.

"Hey! I totally had that last one." Peter argues as he gestures out in front of them, watching the little white dots fall to the ground in front of him.

"No. But don't feel bad, I've been doing this a lot longer." Ada pats his shoulder, chuckling when Peter only rolls his eyes. "Unless you're going easy on me?"

"I'm afraid spider abilities don't help much with throwing paper off roofs."

"You say that like it's not a talent." Ada jokes while Peter limply throws another plane into the air.

"Oh, it's definitely a talent." Peter nods, turning his head to look at her with his next question. "You ever write messages on them?"

"Sometimes." Ada answers without moving her gaze from the city's skyline. "Just simple things, if I feel like it. Might do a quick sketch. Don't know if anyone ever sees them."

"I'm pretty sure I hit a guy in the head earlier." Peter puts in absentmindedly, causing a burst of laughter to spill from Ada's lips. He smiled then, glad he'd taken her mind off the horrible day she'd been having. He wished she'd told him, called him, he would've been there for her earlier. But he couldn't blame her. Not when he's done the same thing in similar situations.

"Will Queens be seeing Spider-Man tonight?"

"Not tonight." Peter shakes his head, pursing his lips. "He's busy being there for his friend."

Ada didn't bother fighting him on the matter, the dread that filled her gut at the thought of being alone was enough to combat any thought that it didn't matter what she wanted. Instead, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I don't want to go back inside." She mumbled after a moment, eye glued to the scenery in front of her.

"Then don't." Peter told her just as softly, holding out his hand to her. "Come on."

Taking his offered hand, Ada allows Peter to help her climb down from the ledge and back onto the roof. "You always wear that under your clothes?" She asks while Peter removes his shirt to reveal the spider suit.

"Not always." Peter shook his head while stuffing his clothes into his bag and retrieving his mask.

Ada didn't ask where they were going, only took hold of Peter's hand when he offered it up once more. It really didn't matter anyway, anything was better than staying here. And she trusted Peter. The realization of that fact didn't cause her to falter, it caused her to smile.

"You think someone will notice?"

"Surely." Peter mumbled in response to Ada's question, his eyes scanning the space in front of them.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Offering the slightly crumpled paper plane, Ada raises her brows in question to Peter. They'd arrived at the Avengers compound - something that still felt crazy to Ada - no less than thirty minutes previously. The stars had been dimly shinning for only a few minutes before dark clouds rolled in, blocking them from sight. Ada had then pulled the folded paper from her back pocket with a smile.

"I think I'll leave this one to the expert." Peter holds up his hands with a shake of his head. "Plus, I wouldn't want to deprive you of the pleasure."

"How gentleman-like of you." Ada smiles, taking the plane between her fingers and aiming before throwing it, watching the white paper fly through the air until disappearing from sight. "Hmph, I think that was one of my best throws."

"You hear that?" Peter asks with furrowed brows, Ada's words going unheard as he looks off into the distance.

"Hear what?" Ada questions the boy moments before the sound reaches her own ears, soon followed by the icy chill of water soaking into her clothes and skin, pulling a surprised gasp from her lips.

"That!" Peter shouts in answer as the rain suddenly starts pelting down onto the two teenagers. Later, he'd beat himself up for not noticing sooner, but right now he reached for Ada, trying to cover her head with his jacket before grabbing his things and leading her away.

While Peter was navigating their way through the sudden weather change, Ada was giggling to herself, trying not to trip in the dark, her hand clasps tightly onto Peter's arm, trusting him to lead her.

"Oh my goodness." The girl gasps out when the water stops hitting her skin, a smile on her face despite the cold raging through her body.

"I'm sorry." Peter apologized, smoothing back the hair plastered to his forehead.

"Why? You don't control the weather." Ada laughs, shaking her head at him. "And doesn't matter, that was fun."

"Getting soaked with freezing rain is fun?" Peter questions her, unable to stop his own smile from overtaking his face as she lets out another giggle.

"Yes!" Ada whisper shouts at him, lifting her arms, the sleeves to her shirt soaked and dropping water onto the floor.

"Whatever you say." Peter laugh quietly himself before placing his hand on her shoulder. "Come on." They couldn't go back into the city now, and it was cold out, Ada needed to get dry or she might get sick. Peter wasn't worried for himself, he hadn't been sick since the bite.

"Woah." Ada whispered to herself as Peter leads her around inside the compound. She couldn't see much. It was dark, this part of the building was dead at this hour of the night. Or morning. The teenager wasn't sure of the time.

"This is crazy." Ada continues to keep her voice low, her sudden happy demeanor contagious.

Trying to keep their laughs quiet, the two teenagers carefully walk into a room, muttering to each other. It happened fast, Ada would've sworn her heart completely disappeared. One second she and Peter were whispering and giggling and the next they stood straight, posture ridged when a bright light flicked on.

"Uh, M-Mr. Stark." Peter stuttered, staring wide-eyed at the man across the room, a single drop of water falling from his hair and down the side of his face. He made no move to wipe it away. "It's raining." He supplies weakly, eyes glancing at the girl next to him to see her expression pretty much matched his own.

"So I gathered." The billionaire says simply, raising a single brow at the two of them.

"Hey, Mr. Stark." Ada waved sheepishly, her tight-lipped smile not doing anything to conceal her sudden anxiety.

"Ada." Tony nods to the girl, his eyes taking in her and Peter's soaked clothing as they dripped water onto the floor. "You're both aware it's two in the morning?"

"We are now." Peter shrugs his shoulders weakly, biting his lip when Mr. Stark only stares at him.

It was silent for a moment, nothing happened until Tony allowed the smile he'd been holding back to finally appear on his lips. Both teens obviously deflated at this and the man almost chuckled. He'd known they were there, always knew when they were. They weren't hurting anything, Peter never said anything and Tony never brought it up. And he figured it was good for Ada, the girl looked happier than he'd ever seen her. He understood to an extent what it was like. Nathan chillingly reminded him a lot of his own father.

"Sorry." Ada muttered just loud enough for the two other people in the room to hear, her shoulders bunched up, not from fear but from the cold coursing through her.

"Don't be." Tony waved her apology away, smiling softly towards her. "Peter, you know where the towels are. I'm going to sleep. Don't set anything on fire." He'd been sleeping better these days. Sometimes he'd find himself in the lab for forty-eight hours and Pepper would have to physically drag him out, but that didn't happen as often anymore. He almost had a normal sleeping schedule. Almost. "Good to see you, kid."

"You too, Mr. Stark." Ada waves once more when Tony nods at her again, smiling when he turns and walks down the hallway behind him. "I thought we were dead for sure." She whispers to Peter once the billionaire was out of earshot.

"Nah." Peter says after a moment. He'd been a little worried but not really, he knew Tony wouldn't be mad. Although, he didn't exactly expect him to just leave them be and go to bed. "You're freezing, c'mon."

Snapping out of her thoughts, Ada follows close behind Peter as he leads her down the hall and into a room. A bedroom she noticed upon further inspection. "This yours?" She asks while looking around, spinning in a circle to see everything.

"Yeah." Peter responds while returning to her side with a towel. "Here. I have some clothes if you want to change, they might be a little big but it's better than your wet ones."

"Okay, thanks." It didn't take long to dry off and change. Peter showed her to the bathroom attached to the bedroom, allowing her to use it while he changed in his room. He'd given her some sweat pants and a science pun T-shirt that made her laugh. It was big like he'd said it would be. She had to pull the drawstring on the sweat pants a lot before tying it. The shirt almost hung off her shoulders but gathering the extra cloth at the hem, Ada tied a knot, making it fit her frame a little better.

"Is it safe?" Ada jokingly calls out as she leaves the bathroom, a hand placed firmly over her eyes.

"Very funny." Peter says in an unamused voice from his seat on the bed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her, the girl lowing her hand to see it right before it hit her stomach.

"It is funny." She chuckled, carrying the pillow back to him. "You tired?"

"Nope." Peter popped the 'P' at the end of his word, back slouching as he pushed his lip out in a pout before lazily turning his head to look at the girl next to him. "You?"

"Nope." Ada repeated, turning her head to meet his eyes, a few strands of damp hair falling from its messy bun to frame her face. "I have the sudden urge to play basketball."

"We have a court."

"Inside-I'm not even gonna question it." Ada started but changed her mind last second. She was currently in Spider-Man's room at the Avenger's compound. Why would an indoor basketball court surprise her?

"Fair warning," Ada stared as Peter lead her from the room, keeping her voice low in fear of waking anyone else that might be there sleeping. "I played my last two years of middle school, prepare to be defeated."

Hehe, love these two dorks. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think.

Sorry for any mistakes, I'll blame it on the cat that won't leave me alone.

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