So I'm back. And yeah, it's been a long time, but y'all are so freaking supportive. So, I decided to write another chapter. I'm going to be using some of the suggestion's you all suggested.
In this chapter we are going to go more in on Liz Allen, so HOORAY!
DISCLAIMER: After the long time I was gone, I didn't manage to find a way to own anything that wasn't mine. So, just for the book: I do not own Spider-man, the Avengers, or X-men. Or anything cool, really.
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She stared at her shaking hands, crying in confusion as the room around her burned.
Everything had seemed to be fine. School had been good, Peter had finally texted her, and she had had a wonderful time with Mom tonight. Just a few hours ago they had been sitting in plush movie theater chairs watching a chick flick. The stress was so heavy on her shoulders that she couldn't even remember the movie's name. All she knew that it was really good.
Liz had gone to bed thinking everything was fine and happy, but those thoughts were gone now. They were gone as soon as she began dreaming.
She saw her dad in prison. Forming some sort of a scheme to bust out. When he thought he was ready, chaos ensued, and she watched her father kill dozens of police officers just to get out. But, he didn't stop there. No, once he was miles away from the prison she saw him in his flying suit. Terrorizing normal, innocent citizens; letting no one get in his way- not even the amazing Spider-man.
Her dad swatted him to the ground like a helpless spider he thought him to be. When that happened, Peter never got up. If he did, Liz didn't know, because that's when she awoke from the nightmare into a worse state than her dream.
Liz was drenched in sweat, and her body was shaking violently. The rugs on both sides of her bed were orange and hot, and the hardwood floor was turning black.
The more she realized what was happening, the more destruction was caused. Her bed sheets and pillows met the same fate as the rugs.
Frightened, the teenager ran out of her bedroom and into the hallway where her mother was running towards her. As soon as the two hugged, Liz felt calm, and the shaking stopped. The only alarming thing annoying her was the constant beeping from the fire alarms.
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"You're," I took a deep breath in. "The Avengers." My mouth hung low as I gawked at the buff men, and woman standing in my doorway. They were the heroes of my childhood, and I never would have thought I was going to meet them. Well, when I became Spider-man there was a small shimmer of hope that I would. But, if you told me that five years ago that I'd be sitting in my own room in the Avengers Complex, with the Avengers directly in front of me- I would've called you crazy and got back to my homework.
"The one and only," Clint smiled. "And you're the Spider-man."
Why did important people make things sound so much cooler?
I scratch the back of my head. "Yeah, that's me."
Steve Rodgers cleared his throat. "I know it was forever ago, but good fighting back in Germany."
"Thanks," I stutter. "But, it really wasn't."
"Don't be so modest," Tony winks at me. "You all should have seen him a few weeks ago. He totally laid out this Vulture-guy."
"Is that so?" Natasha gave him a once over. "We'll have to train sometime to see what you could really do."
The thought of training with Black Widow gave me chills. Just imagine how good I could get if she taught me. The woman was a freaking assassin!-but not like I'd ever need to kill someone. I would never kill anyone.
I shake my head slightly to escape my thoughts. "Yeah, we could do that," I smile.
"You could train with all of us," Steve adds. "You could learn a lot, and maybe become an actual Avenger some day."
Could this day get any better? Now Captain America wants to train me!
As I geek out in my head, Tony starts laughing. "Well, looks like you've had enough fun for today kid. Finish your school work, and get some rest. We can start training tomorrow."
"Okay. Thank you." I say meekly, trying to conceal my excitement for when I'm finally alone. Thankfully, concluding my thanks, the superheroes say their goodbyes, then leave to finish their daily activities.
I peek my head outside the doorway, waiting to see when they exit the A-wing. When they do, I jump up out of my seat, and do a few flips, celebrating everything that just happened.
"Yes!" I do one more flip, and stick myself to the ceiling, finally calming down and letting myself dangle upside down. "Best. Day. Ever," I breathe heavily, and close my eyes.
Today was pretty boring with online classes that I can easily pass. It's hard to believe that within five minutes the world could literally flip upside down for the better.
"You look happy," a soft voice remarks.
I open my eyes, and see Aunt May standing in front of me. "You have no idea."
"I assume it has to do with the all the heroes that were standing by your door," May takes a seat behind me on my bed. I unstick myself and sit next to her.
"That's exactly it."
"Then I heard shouts of happiness coming from down here," she looks at me. "I thought they were cries of pain until I saw you flipping around."
"Sorry for scaring you," I hug my aunt.
She returns the hug. "I'm just glad you're not hurt."
"I might be soon!" I smile before realizing what I said. "Crap- I mean, I might be getting hurt. Captain America and the other Avengers are gonna train me."
I wait for May to show how happy she is for my, but she stays stoic. "Peter, they could really hurt you."
"But they won't. They're training me. Not sticking me in a boxing ring, and forcing me to fight."
She relaxes a bit. "If you break anything, or get a cut, I will personally end-"
"Don't worry, May! I'll be fine," I reassure her. "I fought them before, and the worse I got was a black eye."
"You are not helping."
"Sorry."
"Just be careful," she pulls me into an even tighter hug.
"I will."
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I had finished my last class right before dinner with Aunt May. We talked for hours, and she even gave me advice about when I talk to Liz. Most of what she gave me was really helpful, but I didn't understand it when she was talking about the meaning of words that girls say. Why can't it be simple? For instance, when a girl says "okay", why can't it just mean "okay"? Why would it ever mean "I'm not okay"?
When our conversation ended, I put the confusing meanings out of my head. It was then that I realized how tired I was, and by the time I got back to my room, I just wanted to curl up in bed without having to switch into my pajamas. So, I did.
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The sun peaked through my curtains, and I lazily pulled a pillow over my head. I don't want to wake up, what's the point? Still half asleep, I pondered my own question, though I meant it to be rhetorical.
Well, breakfast is probably being served. I talked to Tony yesterday, and he found me some harder classes, and even invited me to work in his lab sometime. Then it hit me. I get to train with the Avengers today.
Quickly, I jumped out of bed, and raced to put on a fresh change of clothes- ones that I could easily train in.
About five seconds later I walk out of my closet wearing navy blue sweat pants, and a red Spider-man shirt I bought off of Amazon, just for the heck of it.
Comfortable in the softer clothing, I jump back onto my bed, and instinctively grab my phone. I press the home button, and read the time. 8:45; my eyes scan downwards to see what notifications I have. My stomach sinks when I see the first one.
Ned: Dude! What did you tell Liz yesterday?
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Ned walks into his first class of the day. Sitting in his seat in the middle of the classroom. Peter used to sit right next to him, before the world discovered his secret (which Ned thought was insanely cool and semi-terrible at the same time). Liz sat two rows ahead of his best friend, which was much to Peters liking.
Or, she did. She's not here yet. Liz is never late to class, and the tardy bell just rang.
Ned waits five minutes, and after attendance to see if she'll show up, but she doesn't.
Breaking character, he pulls out his phone in the middle of his teacher's math lesson to text Peter.
Ned: Liz isn't here today.
Ned: What did u guys talk about?
Ned: Peter?
Ned: Peter?!
Ned: I'm Ur best friend u should tell me these things
Ned: Dude! What did you tell Liz yesterday?
Ned finally realizes that Peter's probably not even up yet. It's only eight o'clock. When you don't have to school, what's the point of getting up if you don't have to?
Almost an hour later, Peter finally texts him back, proving Ned's hypothesis to be correct.
Peter: What do u mean she's not there?
Nod: She's not at school
Ned: What else would I mean?
Ned: She's not in class rn.
Peter: Well, I didn't tell her anything
Ned: You didn't text her?
Peter: No! I did! But I wasn't hurtful or anything
Ned: Then why isn't she at school?
Peter: I'm not a psychic, Ned.
Ned: Dude that would be so cool.
Peter: Ikr?
Peter: Hold up.
Peter: She just texted me.
Ned: What did she say?
Peter: "Hey, Peter. I need to talk with you."
Ned: Well, that can't be fun.
Ned: Good luck, buddy!
Peter: Thanks Ned.
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