Author's Note: Another chapter! This one isn't as long as the last one but I hope you like it. So more interactions between Emma and Peter as expected but also another interaction between Emma and Flash which was requested. I'm really loving writing Emma going to high school. I'm so excited to write more of her experience in high school as well as the odd relationship between her and Peter that's forming.

Thanks for the reviews last chapter! Keep reviewing! I'll try to update again tomorrow or... later on today actually since it's already tomorrow. Thanks!

Emma had finally reached the end of the school week. It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be and the week passed by fairly fast. Most of the time she just focused on her studies and discussing books with Michelle. Emma was about half way finished with 'It' so she mostly discussed all the events that happened so far in the book with Michelle. It turned out that Emma had also turned Michelle into quite the Edgar Allan Poe fan. Emma was glad to hear it. Another thing that constantly was occupying her time was Peter Parker.

Emma was highly suspicious of him and constantly observed all his strange little quirks every day. She had done some research on the internet, or in other words, some light facebook stalking since Emma didn't have McConaughey. Tony had taken her suit and the mask away, keeping it at the compound so Emma was forced to make do with what she had. Emma learned that Peter lived with his Aunt in an apartment that was most likely not that far from where her and Darcy lived. That was the most useful piece of information that she had learned about him. Everything else was stupid, useless bits of information like how excited he was for the new Star Wars movie as well as his disappointment in the casting of the new Deathnote movie. Like seriously… Who gave a fuck? Peter Parker was seemingly the most uninteresting teenage boy around but Emma somehow highly doubted that. There was something off around him.

The subjects at school weren't challenging for her so it left her with plenty of time to do some Parker watching as she liked to call it. After watching him for a week and observing his behavior Emma had his whole routine pinned down. She noticed that he was also in her Spanish class so she felt his eyes on her for nearly the whole period. He eagerly answered questions left and right, volunteering his knowledge which made Emma deduce that he liked showing off subtly… eager to please and happy to prove himself. His Spanish was pretty good for an average teenager.

During lunch he sometimes discussed the latest episode of West World with Ned and sometimes he would even make polite conversation with Emma and Michelle. Another thing she had noticed, much to her amusement, was Peter's strange fixation with Liz Allan. Liz Allan who was the most popular girl in school apparently and who Emma was also slightly familiar with. Emma had remembered that she had met the girl over two years before at Forever 21 when she was shopping with Darcy and Steve. Steve… Emma quickly snapped herself out of her thoughts. Emma was really good with faces, more than the average human, so she could only hope that Liz didn't remember her. It seemed that Peter Parker had something akin to a crush on the older girl. It wasn't difficult for Emma figure that out within the first couple of minutes of her watching Peter gaze over at Liz. That was definitely intriguing.

"So you like older women?" Emma asked him suddenly. They were all sitting at their usual lunch table when Emma had noticed that Peter was staring at the brunette, drooling practically coming out of his mouth. Was he aware of how stupid he looked? It caused the boy's eyes to widen before he blushed beet red. Ned snickered at Peter's reaction to Emma's question.

"Um… W-what are you t-talking about?" He stammered and Emma just gave him a knowing look as she smirked at him.

"You're more transparent than you even know." Emma told him as she gazed at him. Peter didn't know why but he felt funny when she looked at him like that. She stared at him with those beautiful blue eyes like she could see right through him. Wait… Beautiful blue eyes? What was he even thinking. Emma was very beautiful, that much was obvious, but usually Liz was the girl who could get that kind of reaction out of him. Peter dismissed it as Emma just being the mysterious new girl. "If you want to be less obvious perhaps you should wipe the drool off your chin." Emma said as Michelle snickered at the embarassed look on Peter's face.

"I don't have any drool on my face." Peter mumbled before furiously wiping at his chin just in case the blonde was right. Emma didn't say anything before she returned to her lunch but Peter could see the smug smile on her face. For some reason that annoyed him. He glanced at the usual large assortment of food on her tray and raised an eyebrow. Peter honestly didn't know where that girl put it all. Although she wasn't remarkably skinny, she was still very slender and didn't look like she had enough room in her stomach to put away a meal that big. It was curious to him how Emma looked to be like the all American cheerleader type yet she could eat like Michael Phelps.

"You know, most girls don't eat that much." Peter commented. He expected Emma to glare at him like most other girls would. His Aunt May was extremely sensitive about how much or how little she ate. Emma just raised her eyebrows at him.

"And you would know the eating patterns of girls?" Emma questioned and Peter blushed again.

"No, I just meant that-"

"I know what you meant, Parker." Emma told him before giving him a serious look. "You were calling me fat." Peter's eyes widened comically as he frantically shook his head at her. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"No, I-I never said that. I was j-just s-saying-" He abruptly stopped speaking when both Emma and Michelle broke out in laughter. Even Ned started laughing but of course that was after he realized that Emma was joking. He had looked immensely frightened for Peter when he saw the serious look on Emma's face just seconds before.

"Relax, Parker, I was just fucking with you." Peter blushed again at Emma's vulgar language before he frantically looked around the cafeteria to see if any teachers had heard her. He couldn't believe the language that had just come out of her mouth. It wasn't like he wasn't use to that kind of language but it was strongly forbidden that students used any kind of vulgar language at school.

"Don't say that aloud. One of the teachers might have heard you." Peter whispered as he continued to check for anyone that might've heard her. Emma just rolled her eyes at him and Michelle snorted at Peter's reaction.

"Right, because I'm so scared of a bunch of middle aged dorks." Emma said sarcastically. "Just calm down, Parker, you wouldn't want to give yourself a heart attack." Emma then looked away from him, returning her attention back to Michelle. The two girls then began discussing one of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, Peter wasn't sure which one it was. He had only known the blonde for a few days but he was already more confused about her than any other person he had met before… except for the Viper Assassin maybe. During one class period she would be polite with him, conversing with him about school related material, and then the next time they saw each other she would be teasing him.

He determined that Emma Lewis was very confusing.

During history class Peter would occasionally glance at Emma when he thought she wasn't looking. It was kind of sad how bad Peter was at watching people. Mostly history class was filled with lectures given by Mr. Harrington. Emma didn't know why the guy wasted his time. She might as well have been reading the assigned history book with all the stuff he droned on about. The guy must've really liked the sound of his own voice. There were other times, however, that Mr. Harrington had them work with their partners on classroom assignments and it was then that Emma really chatted with Peter.

"Okay… when did the Qin dynasty start and end in China?" Peter asked as he began to open the history book. Mr. Harrington had given everyone a sheet of paper full of questions that could possibly be on the upcoming test. They were currently studying China's history.

"The Qin dynasty started in 221 BC and ended in 206 BC." Peter gave her an incredulous look as he glanced back up at her. She just stared at him blankly. He quickly looked up the answer in the book only to find out that she was right.

"How did you know that from the top of your head? We've barely covered dates." Peter remarked as he looked at her in awe. Emma just shrugged.

"I watch a lot of jeopardy." Emma replied as if it were as simple as that. Peter just nodded before returning his attention to the study guide.

"So since we've got that covered we'll just move onto the next question I guess." Peter said slowly, still a bit miffed at how fast Emma answered the question and the way she seemed so sure about it.

"How did the emperor Qin Shi Huang die?" Peter asked before he started looking through the pages of the textbook. Emma smirked at how he remarkably mispronounced the emperor's name. It almost reminded her of the way Bruce had horribly mispronounced Wakanda.

"He died of mercury poisoning." Emma answered quietly and Peter returned his gaze back to the blonde. She looked at him solemnly. "Do you know how he ingested the mercury?" Emma inquired suddenly and Peter just stared at her curiously. He was a bit taken back by how soft her voice was when she spoke. Peter swallowed before he shook his head.

"No, I don't." Emma smiled faintly at him before answering, looking down at the study guide but Peter could tell that her mind was somewhere else.

"He wanted to live for as long as he possibly could so that he could maintain his rule over China. He sought immortality." Emma told him and Peter intently listened to her, finding that he quite liked the softness of her voice. "He searched all over China for the perfect elixir which would give him the immortality he desired. He sought out the most talented physicians and alchemists in China. Eventually he was given an elixir which he thought would finally give him immortality but it contained mercury which no one knew was fatal at the time." Peter just stared at her in wonder as he laughed nervously.

"That's kind of ironic. He was looking for a way to live forever but instead he found death." Peter said and Emma smirked.

"It is ironic, isn't it?" Emma said rhetorically before continuing. "He's the one who had the Terra Cotta Warriors made, you know. Apparently he has a whole palace buried underground. For thousands of years people just thought it was some sort of hill but little did they know that a palace was buried underneath their feet." Peter gave her a confused look.

"I've never heard of that before… anyone digging up a underground palace that is. I mean... I've heard of the Terra Cotta Warriors of course but not an underground palace. Wouldn't that sort of thing bring a lot of media attention?." Peter said with doubt laced in his voice.

"That's because soil samples from the ground suggest that the place is laced with Mercury." Emma answered. "That and everyone thinks it's infested with booby traps. No one knows for sure what the palace looks like. They do know, however, that it's where the Terra Cotta Warriors came from but they're not sure what else is there. Legend has it that his burial chamber is right in the center of the palace. The burial chamber is cluttered with more gold and jewels than anyone could ever imagine. The ceiling reflects the night sky with various jewels encrusted in the ceiling in the place of constellations. His casket is right smack in the center of the tomb surrounded by streams of mercury in liquid form, meant to resemble his famed river system." Peter just looked bewildered by all the information Emma was telling him. He didn't think he had read any of that in the book. He wondered how she knew all of that. Peter just shook his head at Emma in disbelief.

"Why go through all of that trouble? It must've taken so much time, energy, and money creating all of that. Why would would he do it?" Peter questioned but Emma just shrugged.

"He believed that he would need his palace complete with his army, advisors, and servants in the afterlife." Emma answered. Peter just scoffed.

"That's crazy." Peter remarked.

"It's not that crazy if you think about it. He wanted to be prepared for anything… it was logical." Emma said calmly. "He was a genius. Qin created the northern border of China which would later be where the Great Wall was constructed. He created a river system meant for war, transporting, and trading that's still in use today. Qin had one of the largest armies in history with millions under his power. Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, and Napoleon's armies were only a fraction of the size. He invented a currency system for China as a whole instead of different ones for each province." Emma said with admiration which made Peter even more curious. It was obvious to Peter that Emma held much admiration for the Chinese emperor. "Under Qin's rule the crossbow was created and used in war. His army was the first that consisted of trained military men instead of simple peasant farmers."

"Wasn't he like a tyrant or something?" Peter questioned, snapping Emma out of her state of admiration. "Didn't he burn books and execute scholars that challenged his reign? His people were only allowed to read books that he deemed necessary. They didn't have any freedom." He informed her but Emma didn't look bothered by his comment. She just shrugged.

"He wanted to isolate them… make them truly dependent on him. If they couldn't think for themselves then who would they rely on? Their leader, of course. They would never defy him if they couldn't even form their own ideas." Emma told him and Peter was a little bit disturbed by how nonchalant she was about the whole topic. Noticing the look on his face, Emma continued. "It's a smart tactic. Look, I'm not saying that the guy is a saint. He did a lot of wrong things but you have to admire his strategy and tactics. There's a reason he built China into one of the greatest civilizations to ever have existed. You're not going to do that by being nice." Something about what Emma told Peter really stuck with him. "You're not going to do that by being nice", she had said. Peter strongly felt like he had heard that before but he wasn't sure where. He gulped before he gave her a smile, trying to push away those thoughts as he glanced back at Emma.

"You know a lot about Chinese history." Peter told her and Emma smiled back at him. It was true… so true that Peter wondered if he should talk her into joining the Decathelon team. She would surely be a great asset to their team.

"Well, China has a very interesting history." Emma replied. The truth was that Hydra had given her dozens of books on famous leaders throughout history and emperor Qin was the one she had admired the most out of all the leaders throughout history. She thought he was majorly overlooked. Peter just looked at her for a moment before glancing back at the study guide, both of them returning to the questions on the sheet. It actually turned out that most of what Emma had said was featured on the study guide so they easily filled out the paper in no time. Maybe he should talk her into joining the Decathelon team.

PE was the class that Emma really didn't favor. Usually she didn't mind physical activities but in this class Emma had to pretend to be much weaker than she really was. It was starting to get old really fast especially with Coach Wilson constantly berating her for not doing her push-ups fast enough. It annoyed her immensely whenever his tired, droning voice called out to her in the midst of her act of pretending. Emma was doing a series of pull-ups when Coach Wilson called out to her again.

"Come on, Lewis, use all the strength you can possibly muster in those skinny arms of yours." Coach Wilson called out from the ground. Emma glared at the man almost hatefully. She would really like to show him just how much strength she could muster. Maybe then he would learn not to open his big mouth. Michelle just rolled her eyes at the coach before looking back up at Emma.

"Don't mind him, Emma, he probably hasn't been laid in twenty years." Michelle told her which caused the glare to fall off of Emma's face as she laughed.

"I heard that, Jones." Coach Wilson said as he glared at the two girls. "Watch it or the both of you will end up in detention and I really don't want have to stay after school again to babysit a bunch of moody teenagers." He then walked away and Emma smirked at his retreating back. That guy was really too easy to piss off. Emma eventually finished her pull-ups and leapt down from the bars. She started to pant, making it sound as real as ever while she hunched over, her hands pressed to her knees as she pretended to catch her breath. Michelle observed Emma curiously as she noticed how exhausted the blonde acted although she didn't see a drop of sweat on her. Emma wasn't even red faced from the activity. That was strange.

"Well, that was quite the work-out." Emma said. Michelle just raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Yeah, it certainly looked like it." She mumbled as she thought about how weird it was that Emma was acting completely wiped out from the pull-ups yet visably there was no evidence that she was exhausted at all. Deciding to keep the observation to herself, Michelle then proceeded to reach up for the bars to do her own series of pull-ups. She noticed how difficult it was for her to even reach up for the bars let alone do any pull-ups. Very interesting…

Emma walked to sixth period without Michelle since the dark haired girl had history that period on the other end of the building. She was briefly contemplating more about Peter's routine. He seemed to act fairly normal when he was in history and PE. She had watched as he had also struggled with his pull-ups. She also noticed that for a seemingly nerdy looking kid he also seemed to have well defined muscles. Emma could see them through the thin fabric of his t-shirt and was a bit perplexed that no one else seemed to think that this was odd. Maybe no one was as observant as she was. It did strike her as odd that this kid was supposedly a boy genius but also happened to be some kind of body builder too. What average fifteen year old had muscles like that? None that she ever heard of. Even with those barely concealed muscles he also somehow couldn't muster the strength to do more than a couple of pull-ups? There was definitely something wrong with him.

"Do you want me to carry your books?" Emma was brought out of her thoughts by Flash as he walked next to her down the hall. She inwardly groaned as she saw the annoying smirk on his face. He almost reminded her of Tony in a way. They were both alarmingly conceited and arrogant… self-entitled. Emma gave him a tight lipped smile as she shrugged. If she wasn't careful she was going to end up breaking her own promise. Emma didn't really want to kill anyone other than Rumlow… maybe Tony too but she was still debating about that.

"Sure, why not." Emma told him as she handed him her chemistry book and notebook. He grinned as he took her books from her and proceeded to walk with her to class.

"So… I'm throwing a party tonight." Flash said suddenly as they walked. Emma raised an eyebrow at him.

"Good for you." Emma remarked as she turned her attention back to the hallway in front of her. Flash gave her another smirk.

"Well, I was thinking that you might like to go." Flash told her casually and Emma scrutinized the look on his face. He looked so sure of himself… like he thought she was going to say yes. "I know you're new here and everything so I just thought it would be nice if you got to know some more people. Everyone will be there, of course. Well… except for Penis Parker and his sidekick." Okay, what was this guy's problem with Peter? Emma was starting to think he was slightly obsessed with him given the way Flash always seemed to go on and on about him. "We might even get to know each other a little better." Flash said suggestively and Emma fought the urge to break his arm or some vital part of his body. She had a fantasy in her head where she kicked him in the stomach, sending him sliding across the hallway floor. It was a beautiful thing, really.

"I'm sorry but I'm busy tonight." Emma told him shortly. She thought he would get the hint but Flash just gave her a curious look.

"Busy with what?" Flash questioned. Emma wanted to tell him it was none of his business but she knew it was best that she not piss anyone off. She needed to not draw attention to herself and snapping at one of the most popular boys in school would surely attract attention.

"I'll be out of town." Emma told him. "I'm attending a funeral." That usually seemed to shut people up. Death was something people were both morbidly curious about as well as made people very uncomfortable. Flash's eyes widened as he nodded understandingly.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry for your loss." He told her apologetically. Flash was silent for a few seconds before he spoke again. "Maybe we could hang out another time then? Maybe next weekend?" Emma wanted to strangle this little asshole so much. What the hell was wrong with him? She just got done telling him that she was basically mourning the death of someone she knew yet he was still hitting on her. She knew that most normal people tended not to be in the mood for a date in the aftermath of a loved one's death. Emma calmed down as she struggled not to murder the annoying kid. She abruptly stopped in the hallway right in front of the door of their classroom which caused Flash to also stop with her.

"Did you know that I can see clear over your head." Emma remarked suddenly as she gazed over the top of his head, peering down the hall. Flash just blushed profusely as he looked up at the tall blonde.

"I can see the library from here… Look, I can even see Mr. Harrington's classroom." Emma continued to say before she looked back down at an embarassed looking Flash. She could tell he wasn't used to being insulted like that but Emma didn't care. She gave him a sickly sweet smile as she looked down at him, making sure he knew just how much she had to look down so that she could meet his gaze.

"Thank you for carrying my books, Flash." She told him as she took the books back from him. "I appreciate it… I really do." She gave him one last smile as she headed inside the classroom, leaving him standing outside in the hall. Emma hid her smirk as she heard Peter snickering in the background. She thought that he might've been walking behind them in the hall earlier. She heard an angry Flash Thompson snap at the snickering Peter Parker much to her amusement.

"What are you laughing at, Penis Parker?"

Emma found chemistry incredibly boring. She knew the basics of what Mrs. Cobbwell was teaching them but she was just never interested in chemistry beyond what she had to know. Emma knew enough chemistry that she had the capabilities of making explosives or toxic chemicals, no thanks to Hydra, but Emma didn't really know much beyond that. Emma didn't really care to know much beyond what was needed for her to survive. She didn't see how a bunch of complicated math equations would save her life. All Emma needed to know was to add a certain amount of one chemical compound to another chemical compound. She was all set after that.

Instead of paying much attention to what Mrs. Cobbwell was saying, she rested her eyes on Peter's back. He also seemed to be absentminded today which was odd. She had assumed that chemistry would be more his forte. Instead of seeming interested in what Mrs. Cobbwell was teaching he seemed distracted by something else. The question was what had him so distracted? He seemed to pay attention in the other classes Emma shared with him.

She watched with interest as he opened the drawer of the lab table he was sitting at. Emma could see a beaker in the drawer which wasn't weird or anything considering that this was a chemistry classroom so of course there would be beaker inside a drawer. What was odd was the fact that Peter immediately stuck the end of his pencil inside the beaker and then began to stir whatever was inside the beaker. She watched as something slowly foamed towards the top of the beaker but she couldn't see what the substance was since Peter quickly shut the drawer. Now, this was very interesting. Emma stared at the drawer curiously as she debated what Peter could possibly be up to. The only thing she could come up with was that Peter was running his own personal meth lab within the drawer of the lab table inside his sixth period Chemistry classroom. It was a ridiculous theory but for now it was all she really had.

Emma observed the amount of times Peter glanced back up at the clock in the classroom. This time he glanced at the clock a total of seventeen times. It was more than the average amount of times he usually looked up at the clock. She watched him anxiously drum his fingers against the countertop of the lab table, something he always did. Peter also shook his leg anxiously as he stared straight ahead at the whiteboard but Emma knew that he wasn't really focused on what Mrs. Cobbwell was teaching.

The second the bell rung, Peter was out of his seat and out the door just like the past couple of days. It was the same everytime. Emma watched everyone else begin to file out of the classroom, all of them eager for the weekend. She slowly put away all of her materials, trying to give herself enough time until almost everyone had cleared out of the classroom. When the last kid exited the classroom only Mrs. Cobbwell remained but the older women was glued to her computer screen. She probably wasn't even aware that Emma was still in the classroom. The blonde finished putting her materials away and put her backpack on, carefully slipping out of her seat. She began walking forward but paused when she reached Peter's lab table. Emma cautiously glanced at Mrs. Cobbwell who was still glued to her computer screen. She then proceeded to step over and wrap her hand around the handle of the drawer. Emma pulled but soon found that the drawer wouldn't open. She tugged a bit harder but still nothing happened. It became evident to her that the drawer was locked. If she tugged any harder then the drawer would possibly break, alerting Mrs. Cobbwell to what she was doing. Emma glared at the locked drawer before she detached herself from the lab table and started moving towards the door of the classroom. When she passed by Mrs. Cobbwell's desk, Emma plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Have a nice weekend, Mrs. Cobbwell." Emma said cheerfully as she walked by. The older woman looked slightly surprised that Emma was still in the classroom but she managed to give Emma a kind smile.

"Thank you, Emma. You have a wonderful weekend as well." Mrs. Cobbwell told her as Emma walked out the door. The teacher turned her attention back to the computer screen, already forgetting about Emma. Fooling the faculty was not going to be a problem for Emma.

"How was school today?" Darcy asked Emma as the blonde grabbed an Arizona tea from the fridge. The brunette was sitting at the kitchen table, organizing a bunch of notes that Jane had written. Apparently Tony had been so dead set on Emma attending a real high school that he had snagged a project for Jane to work on at Culver University so that Darcy could stay in the city with Emma. Emma saw the astrophysicist quite often since Darcy invited Jane to dinner nearly every night. Apparently Jane was so obsessed with her work that she had a hard time remembering to cook. As the years had passed Jane had become more comfortable around Emma, seeing her as the teenager that she was rather than the assassin she used to be. Emma thought she might've preferred Jane when the woman was slightly more terrified of her.

"It was fine, I guess. We're studying China's history." Emma told her as she took a long sip from her can of tea.

"That must be interesting." Darcy remarked but Emma just shrugged.

"I guess but I know already know pretty much everything about China." Emma replied. Emma didn't sound conceited when she said that but rather like that it was a fact instead. Darcy just rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay… we all get how boring school is for you. Tell me about your friend Michelle. What's Michelle up to?" Emma glared at her.

"Michelle is not my friend." She said pointedly before continuing. "If you must know, Michelle's fine. She actually really likes Edgar Allan Poe now as it turns out."

"That's good." Darcy replied before she smirked as she thought of something. "So how's Peter? Are you still smitten with him?" Emma sent another glare in Darcy's direction before she seriously considered the question. She, of course, ignored the second question because that was just Darcy being ridiculous.

"There's still something really weird about Parker, Darce." Emma told her as her thoughts drifted back to the brown eyed boy with the kind smile. "You should've seen him today during chemistry. He looked up at the clock seventeen times… seventeen."

"So he wanted to leave school really… just like every other teenager." Darcy said, shrugging but Emma just shook her head.

"No, you don't understand. He's the kind of student that excels at school… who's interested in chemistry but somehow he jumps out of his seat the second the bell rings. No, something isn't right here." Emma said more to herself than to Darcy. Darcy just rolled her eyes at the blonde. "He was also mixing some kind of concoction in the drawer of his lab table. I tried to see what it was after class but it was locked. He's definitely hiding something." Darcy snorted.

"What? Do you think he's running a meth lab or something… like Breaking Bad?" Darcy joked but looked at Emma in shock when she saw the serious look on the girl's face. Darcy gave her a look of disbelief. "Wait… you actually think that he's running a meth lab."

"Well, I don't have many other theories for the moment." Emma said coolly. "So this is one I have to consider." Darcy just shook her head at her.

"I think that's there nothing wrong with this kid." Darcy told her. "I think that the reason you think he's so weird and suspicious is because you like him and you're confused by the feeling. Em, if you were just to ask him out I know he'd say yes. You're quite the looker." Darcy teased and Emma glared at her.

"Don't say ridiculous things like that." Emma hissed before she grabbed her Arizona tea and stalked away, leaving a laughing Darcy behind. For a former trained assassin sometimes that girl could really lose her cool. Well, that wasn't completely true. Usually Emma was pretty calm and collected but ever since this Peter Parker kid came into the picture a few days ago, Emma had become extremely sensitive and agitated in all topics involving him. It made Darcy wonder if Emma really did like this Peter guy.

Emma walked upstairs to her bedroom feeling slightly annoyed by Darcy's persistant teasing. She immediately closed the door behind her the moment she walked in, placing her backpack on her bed. Her room was quite a bit smaller than her rooms back at the tower and the compound but it was cozy. She didn't have her own bathroom like she was used to and her closet was only the fraction of the size of her previous ones. Emma didn't mind. It felt more normal to her… like she wasn't this weird person who had been living with a bunch of superheroes for the past two years. Her room contained a queen size bed which was centered against the left wall, a desk that overlooked the view from outside her window towards the back of her room, and a flat screen television that hung on the right wall which was also directly across from her bed. Right next to the door of her bedroom was her bookshelf which contained just a small amount of the books she had accumulated over the past couple years. Emma had a lot more but they were back at the compound, probably put into storage after she left. Emma only took the books she adored the most.

A turntable was placed on a small table next to her bookshelf with a couple crates full of vintage vinyl records. Emma had recently gotten into the whole vintage record craze after packing her grandfather's turntable with a couple of his records. Her grandfather mostly liked to listen to jazz music and the big bands which she never liked but she still listened to the records from time to time. They reminded her of him. Eventually she grew bored of listening to the records… that and the fact they made her sad if she listened to them too often. So Emma decided that she needed more vintage records that were more to her liking. Darcy took her to a vintage record shop in Queens which Emma now frequented almost every week. The older man that owned the shop received quite a lot of business from Emma although little did he know that a small chunk of Tony's fortune was going to his business.

Various posters decorated Emma's bedroom. Posters of musicians like David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Jim Morrison, and Florence Welch covered her walls as well as the movie posters for the movies Brooklyn and Edward Scissorhands which were two of Emma's favorite movies of all time. Various pieces of artwork covered her walls as well, all done by her except for a couple which Steve had done. Most of her art depicted different drawings of trees or flowers which Emma was now fixated on drawing. There were some, however, that Emma had drawn of Steve, Sam, and her father. All of whom she dearly missed. It really showed in the way she drew them. Emma glanced around the room as she spotted various pictures littered around the room pr sitting on her desk, nightstand, or bookshelf. She spotted the familiar ones which showed her parent's wedding day, her grandmother in a beautiful red dress, Steve in his scrawny state, her and her parents, and finally… one of her father during his days in the smiled a little at each of them but she paused when she one of the newer pictures.

It was a picture that Pepper had taken of her and Steve in the living room area of the compound. There was an assortment of snacks scattered out on the coffee table in front of them. Steve had said something funny and Emma had been laughing in response to some stupid or ridiculous joke he had made, Emma's entire face lit up with laughter which was a rare sight and a teasing smile was on Steve's face. Emma remembered when the picture was taken. It was just over a year ago, not long after they had moved into the compound. They were about to watch binge watch the show Fortitude and were hyped up to see the show. Steve had made a comment about finding a way to leave Tony in the town of Fortitude. She knew it was a stupid joke but it still made her laugh. Emma glanced at another picture that Darcy took of herself, Sam, and Emma as they waited in line to see a Denzel Washington movie. Emma barely remembered what movie it was but she could see how unexcited she had been to be going to a movie theater filled with people. The thirteen year old version of Emma frowned at the camera as Sam wrapped his arm around her, a huge grin on his face. Emma's smile fell off her face as she looked at both of the pictures. She hadn't realized just how much she missed Steve and Sam… how much she missed having fun with them.

Emma glanced away from the pictures and focused her attention on the David Bowie poster hanging on her wall. She needed to focus on the task at hand. She didn't need to be thinking about Steve, Sam, or her father right now. They were probably doing just fine now that they were all free from Ross. She walked over to the poster and carefully took it off the wall before setting the framed poster on the floor. Where the poster had previously been was now an assortment of newclippings, posted notes, pictures, and a map that all pertained to Spider-Man. Emma didn't need Darcy thinking that Emma was up to anything aside from her studies. While Emma considered Darcy her friend, she wasn't sure if she could trust her not to report back to Tony about everything. It was best to keep her investigations hidden. Emma glanced back at the Edward Scissorhands poster which covered up her Rumlow investigation. That investigation had been put on hold for the moment. Emma had yet to receive any new information on Rumlow ever since he escaped from Steve. The guy was good at hiding. No, Emma would just have to focus her attention on Spider-Man for the time being.

Emma didn't know why she was so obsessed with finding out who Spider-Man was. It's not like she actually planned to kill him or anything. She supposed it was just that it killed her not knowing something. In this case, it was not knowing who Spider-Man really was. It was probably the same reason that Emma was so curious about Peter Parker. She knew there was something off about him but she didn't know what. Emma analyzed the map she had hanging up on the wall. There was little highlighter marks she had made across it which indicated all of the Spider-Man sightings. Most of them were in Queens, she noticed. Emma wasn't stupid… She knew it was incredibly odd that Spider-Man was mostly sighted in Queens, the same place that Tony made her attend school and live in. She knew that it was no coincidence that she lived in the same area where Spider-Man frequented. It was obvious that Stark was trying to tell her something but not directly. He wanted her to figure it out for herself. The only question was... What was Stark trying to tell her? Emma glanced away from the poster and rested her eyes on a blurry photo of Spider-Man wearing a costume that looked more like pajamas than the suit she had seen him wear before. She bit her lip as she stared at the picture.

"Who are you, Spider-Twerp?"