Max sighed as she walked in the diner and sat in her regular booth. She was exhausted as she hadn't gotten nearly sleep the night before, having been saved by Spider Man. She was in some sort of trance, if only he had known that he had saved the wrong person; she thought as she ordered a coffee and pancakes; thanks to the same Spider Man, she had enough money to afford both at the same time with the money she took from the men.

She thought back to last night yet again, involuntarily, and realised that if the aformentioned 'hero' hadn't come at the right time, she probably wouldn't have been in the condition to have a breakfast on this particular morning, let alone a lavish one.

She removed her physics text book from her bag, crossed her legs and did her best to ignore the noise around herself. Just because she was used to it did not mean that she liked it, at all. She did her best to concentrate on her book, which eventually proved to be useless as a boy came in and sat across her. Normal height, slightly long brown hair, on a boy anyway. He took off his shades and kept them on the table.

"Here's you order Max". The brunette looked up at the sound of her name.

"Thanks Diane".

Diane nodded and then looked at the boy opposite Max.

"Can I get you anything?" She asked pretty boy. It suited him way more than what his name was, Max thought.

"A coffee would be nice". His voice was raspy as he spoke, as if he hadn't slept in a long time, and he probably hadn't m his eyes had a reddish tinge in them with small bags under his eyes. He looked tired, but more than that, he looked defeated, as if he had given up, lost all hope and Max already hated him a little.

Diane left after taking his order and Max picked up her coffee while scanning her notes. It was not much longer when the boy started tapping his fingers against the desk.

Max took a deep breath, she generally didn't get angry easily, but men irritated her to no end, even seemingly harmless boys. She forced herself to take deep, calming breathes as she barely containd her anger. She closed her eyes for some time but when even that didn't seem to work, she glared at the guy opposite her and he quirked an eyebrow in response.

"Can you please stop with the incessant tapping?" Max asked as politely as she could, her irrational anger and the noise around her not helping her at all.

"Or what? Are you going to glare me to death?"

"If I can", Max replied.

"Well then it's comforting for me to know that you probably can't".

"Well that's so good for you, isn't it? But unfortunately for me, you tapping your fingers away to glory restricts me and makes it difficult for me to comprehend what I'm reading".

"Are you sure it's me? And not the hundreds of people in the cafe or your low IQ".

Max could now feel her anger flaring to a limit it had only reached once in her life. But she forced herself to calm for the uptenth time that day.

"I'm sure that no matter how low my IQ is, it is higher than yours". His face fell and Max felt triumph burst inside her chest at his dissapointed face. "And no, the hundreds of people around here are not nearly as annoying as you are."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" He asked.

"It's an insult", Max replied.

"Well, you said it, so I'll take it as a compliment, anyways".

Max was just about to reply when Diane then brought back his coffee and Max decided to study something, not talk to the boy. He infuriated her anyway.

Max had just started concentrating and grasping what was written in her notes while having a pancake, when the tapping began yet again.

"Tell me something, who said that you could sit here?" Max asked feeling particularly defeated, she had lost the energy to be angry.

"No one did, why? Do you own the booth?"

"No, but will you please just stop with the tapping?" Max asked rhetorically, almost pleading him, as she looked down in her notes, knowing he wouldn't stop.

But to her immense surprise, he did. Max almost thanked him when she realised that he hadn't done any favour on her. He had irritated her to no ends, so it was his responsibility to stop. But a small voice in her head said that he didn't really have to, he probably wanted to.

It was then that another brunette boy entered Max's vision and tap the guy who was sitting opposite her on the shoulder.

"Peter".

"Hey Harry". The new boy said, he was slightly taller than...Harry.

"Let's go", Max felt something akin to relieve as he said it but there was something inside her, a stupid sixteen year old girl, who didn't want Harry to go. "It was nice chatting with you Max. I hope I'll see you again".

"Well, unfortunately for you, I don't".

"We'll see". He picked up his shades and gestured the other boy to walk ahead of himself and threw Max a smile as he left.

Max sighed, finished her pancake and put the book back in her bag as she made her way out. The first thing she saw when she came outside was the giant building of Oscorp. The moment she saw the building, she felt something similar to anger, disgust and hatred rise inside herself and had to practically physically restrain herself to throw a stone at the building and burying her feelings for another day, walked away.

A/N - Hey everyone, if there is anyone reading, I'm sorry for updating so late, but life happens. I'm also sorry for accidently wrote that Harry was blonde and that Max too i s blonde, when they are both brunettes, I have rectified that mistake now.