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"Do you think she's even alive?"
"Shut up, okay? Don't say that. Just... check her pulse."
"I'm not going to touch a dead body. That's extremely unsanitary."
"Quit being a little baby and do it."
"Why don't you?"
"Because you're the reason she's unconscious, now get to it."
"Fine."
Just who were those voices? You opened your eyes slowly—curious to find out. Laying on the ground, you were surrounded by a bunch of adult faces. Wait, you knew those faces! You had seen them on television so many times. The Avengers. However, what was going on?
Hearing a bunch of gasps escape from them, they continued to stare. You'd be lying if you said that the situation wasn't awkward at all. You blinked.
"See?" a man said with a shrug. He looked an awful lot like Tony Stark. He even had his Iron Man suit on. "Didn't have to check her pulse. Ha."
"Be quiet, Stark," a redhead chided, and she slapped his arm.
You tried to sit yourself up, but the burning pain in your side restricted you from doing so. Where did that come from? You fell back down, wincing.
A familiar handsome blonde with piercing blue-green eyes spoke up. "Not so fast," he instructed. Captain America. Didn't he die? Just what the hell was going on?
It was hard to speak with the dryness in your throat, but you somehow managed. "Where... a-am I?" you croaked.
"Welcome... to paradise," Tony said in an overly-dramatic voice—spreading his metal arms apart as he spoke. That little joke earned another slap from the redhead. Still, it was funny.
She turned her head to you. "Ignore him, sweetie. You're at the Avengers tower. We know you're in pain. This guy right here made sure of that." She pointed at Mr. Stark with her thumb. "A medic's on its way. You'll be fine."
You looked over at Tony. He shrugged. "Look, it was an accident! Something was happening in the city, we all swooped by and took care of it, and I may have hurt you in the process. Sorry about that, but, it'll all be over soon."
You blinked once more, still confused. You didn't feel any sort of anger towards him. One, because he was freaking Tony Stark. You admired the guy! He was a genius. Two, because this was a perfect excuse to hang out at the Avengers tower. In a messed up kind of way, you were thankful for getting hurt.
To your left, was a guy in a red and blue suit, with webbed patterns scattered all over. No way, you thought. That's Spider-Man! He's all over YouTube. Not to mention, he's the gossip all over school.
Suddenly, you wondered what face was hiding underneath that mask. He just stared at you. Before you could think too much about it, you spotted a hospital bed rolling over. A nurse rushed beside it.
"Get her on it, please," she said hysterically, and you felt pairs of hands lift your arms and legs off the ground, and onto the not-so-comfortable bed. Getting further away from everyone else, your eyes grew heavier from of the pain, and everything went black.
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Waking up in a hospital room, you had bandages wrapped all over various places in your body. You heard a quiet beeping coming from the monitor that stood tall next to you. Some of the pain had gone away, which was a relief.
A couple of minutes later, the door swung open, revealing the same group as earlier. They smiled—knowing that you had improved.
The redhead gave you a wink, and she sat down on a chair. "How are you feeling, dear?"
"I'm okay," you said. "What's your name, by the way?"
She grinned. "Natasha. That's Steve, Wanda, Stark, Clint, Sam, Barnes, and—"
"S-Spider-Man!" the 'YouTube gossip' cleared his throat. He sounded a little bit familiar. "Spider-Man," he said again, but his voice was deeper the second time. Was he faking it, maybe? Weird.
"It's great to meet you. I've seen you all on TV. You guys are incredible..." you gathered your strength to sit up, and you pulled the blankets off of your legs. "I can go home now. Thank you so much, but I-I really don't want to be a bother."
Tony put his hand up. "Hold on a minute. You're not finished recovering. What's the rush?"
You sighed, rolling your eyes. "I have school on Monday," you grumbled.
He laughed. "Which school?"
"Midtown Science High School. It's in Queens."
"Hey, same school as—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Spider-Man frantically put a finger on his mouth, indicating for Mr. Stark to be quiet. He wasn't very good at being subtle, was he?
Anyway, you went to the same school as Spider-Man? How? Isn't he a man? Not a student?
"Nevermind then," Tony said. "At least spend the night. I'll give you a ride home tomorrow afternoon, alright?"
Deciding not to argue against him, you nodded. "Thank you Mr. Stark."
"Yeah, no," he put his hand up—stopping you. "Call me Tony, please. Thanks. You hungry?"
You shook your head.
"Alright. Don't hesitate to ask for anything," he gave a small smile. "See you later, kid. Try to relax." He left the room, along with everyone else.
Whoever this Spider-Man guy was, he apparently went to your school. He was a student, just like everybody else! For once in your life, you were eager to attend school on Monday—persistent in finding out his true identity.
I can't wait to tell Peter all of this! you thought—closing your eyes to rest.
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