"Mikayla... Miiiikaylaaaa..." My best friend mumbled as he poked my head, "Earth to Ms Evans.."
"Wes cut it out." I whined as I moved his hand.
He chuckled softly and continued to poke me, much to my displeasure. I gave him a playful dirty look before sticking my tongue out.
"Your head is in the clouds as always." He brushed his dark brown hair out of his face and leaned back in his desk.
"Well that's because there's always a lot on my mind." I looked at him.
"Ms Evans, Mr Gray are you going to share your conversation with the class or are you going to pay attention?" My teacher, Mr Morales said giving us a dirty look.
I quickly grabbed my notebook from my backpack and looked forward, "Sorry.." I mumbled.
"As I was saying before your classmates so rudely interrupted, I'm assigning a project to my class of eager seniors." He said as he wrote on the whiteboard.
A chorus of groans filled the room as he wrote the name of the project on the board, 'Family Tree'. After turning around he rolled his eyes before calling on a cheerleader named Becca who sat a few rows away from me.
"Mr Morales I'm sorry but isn't making a family tree more of a project for elementary schoolers rather then young adults?" She said, raising an eyebrow.
"Plus isn't it really late in the year for a project?" Wes added.
"Ms Gilbert I can see your concern but what better way to spend your couple weeks of high school then an old fashioned family tree project. And Mr Grey it's never too late!" He kept smiling and passed out a paper with the assignment on it, "You all have one week to complete the project."
And with that the class broke out into various conversations between friend groups. Wes looked at me with a smile and I raised an eyebrow.
"What..." I asked.
"Family tree project.." He said with a smirk.
"And..?" I looked confused.
"What better excuse to learn more about your dads side!" He grabbed my shoulders.
"Wes.." I sighed as I pushed his hands off me.
"Mikayla.." He mimicked me.
"A stupid school project isn't going to break the secret family vault. I don't even think my mom knows anything about my dads side." I turned away from him and looked at the paper.
"But aren't your grandparents staying with you right now?" He said after moving around my desk to be in front of me.
"If I promise to ask them will you leave me alone and do your own project?" I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Deal." He smiled and went back to his desk.
After getting off the bus, I bit my lip as I turned my music off and pulled my earbuds from my ears. I quickly ran to my porch and pushed the large wooden door open.
"Nana? Papa?" I asked as I walked through the doorway.
"In here honey!" I heard my nana yell from the living room.
I smiled as I walked into the room. When I did, I saw her sitting on the couch watching the news. The reporter was somewhere in Europe talking about a crisis with a robot.
"What's going on?" I asked, referring to the news story.
"Oh just the Avengers saving the world again." She smiled and muted the TV.
I don't know what my mom is afraid of. If people find out I have powers I could be just as cool (and famous) as the Avengers. I put away my feelings as I sat down next to my nana and smiled.
"So what do you need darling?" She asked happily.
"I have a project for school and I need your help." I said as I pulled my notebook out of my bag.
"A project? This late in the year?" She chuckled, "Those teachers of yours need to learn a thing or two about teenagers.
I laughed softly and handed her the assignment paper.
"Family tree huh," She said as she read it, "Well what do you need to know?"
"Anything you got." I smiled and got a pencil out.
"Alright... Let me think, I was born in 1939 and had your father around 1967." She started.
I quickly wrote that down, "Who were your parents?"
"Well my mothers name was Lillian and she was young foolish girl who was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time when she met my father." She sighed.
"Do you know his name?" I asked sheepishly.
"That's a story for another time dear." She handed me my paper back.
"Fine fine." I put my pencil down.
"But her last name was Williams and he was quite the inventor of his time." She kissed my forehead, "Now what would you like for dinner?"
"What did I tell you Wes there's parts of my family that will just always be a secret." I laid back on my bed as I put my phone on speaker phone.
"Now now I can work with the information she gave you to figure everything out." He said with confidence.
"And how are you going to do that?" I groaned and glanced at the information I wrote down.
"Miss Mikayla Evans you're talking to Wes Grey, someone who can find just about anything with the right keywords~" I knew he was smirking on the other end of the phone.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "What do you need to know?"
"I need the year of your grandma's birth, and her mother's full name." He said.
"1939 and Lillian Williams. She also said he was an inventor." I read from the paper.
"She's 76? I thought she was much younger!" He laughed playfully.
"She's an active elder bro." I picked up the phone.
"Ok ok I'm looking it up now." He said.
"Got it." I responded.
I waited a few minutes before I heard a muffled 'oh my god'.
"What? What did you find?" I sat up.
"You're never going to believe this..." He said.
"Did you find out who my great grandpa is?" I asked impatiently.
"I certainly did... And it's Howard Stark!" He exclaimed.
"Wait a minute... Howard Stark as in.. Tony Stark's dad?!" My eyes widened and I gripped my phone.
"That's right! Mikayla you're related to Iron Man!"