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It’s was Thursday the 15th and Peter couldn’t have been having a worse day. He had been getting tormented by Flash and whoever decided to join him that day.
He could swear there was still spit balls in his hair. The school day had just ended and he was walking alongside MJ and Ned to his locker, when he walked up to his locker and when he opened it, a folded up piece of paper fell out. He didn’t even notice it landed on his feet until MJ pointed it out.
“Hey, loser there’s a note in your locker.”
She bent down to grab it off the floor and held out to him, the paper tucked tightly between her pointer and middle fingers, Peter whirled around to face him and grab it out of her hand.
“Oh-, thanks.”
“Peter do you have an admirer?! or maybe it’s from the Avengers! But why would they leave a note in your locker instead of texting you?” Ned’s excited voice filled the slowly growing hallway.
Peter quietly shushed Ned, turning back to the growing crowd and flashing a nervous smile to them.
“Shut up dude! You can’t go talking about them so loudly, and there’s no way it could be from an admirer, do you remember who you’re talking to?”
Ned’s jaw quickly shut up, his eyes glancing back between his feet and the brunettes face.
“Okay I don’t have all day, Open the note.” Her voice cut through whatever weird moment they were having, her eyes rolling as a sigh left her lips.
“Fine, fine!” He unfolded the piece of paper and read it aloud to them.
“Hi!! This may seem really weird but I saw you three hanging out and you guys are in my class and I’m new to the school and wanted to be friends, My name is Isabella if you wanted be friends, please meet me at first street at 3pm today and don’t be late and if u don’t, I don’t really care what you do with the note.” The second he finished up reading it, he eyes shot up at the two in-front him, a pleading almost begging look suddenly appeared in his eyes
“No way.”
“Absolutely not.” MJ says agreeing with Ned.
“Oh come on guys! It could be fun! And we could make a new friend!”
“Or it could be that dickhead Flash messing with you.” Her arms were lazily thrown over her chest and glancing between the two boys in front of her. She couldn’t believe he was actually considering this.
“Yeah man, this could be one of Flash’s stupid jokes! I don’t think we should go..beside we don’t really need any new friends.”
Peter gave the two one more pleading look that scarily resembled a kicked puppy. It didn’t last long before he gave up and grabbed his noise canceling earbuds from his locker and slammed it shut.
“Im gonna go whether or not you guys come, it’s up to you.” Peter grab his bag off the floor and turned to storm away.
“Hey! Come back here! We aren’t finished talking nerd!” MJ yelled after him, Grabbing Ned’s arm and rushing towards him.
“Lalala la I’m not listening to you MJ!”
“Pete I swear to god-“
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p>“Hey,hey! let’s not get violent now!” Ned’s attempted to meddle the growing argument that he knows he would be dragged into the middle of later.
“Shut up Ned.”
“Shut up Ned.”
“Oh!… okay.”
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Around 3:25pm, Peter was dressed wearing some gray baggy sweatpants and a basic black science pun tee and he had just finished lacing up his dirty black high top converses.
It was gonna be the twelfth time he had checked his phone to see if MJ or Ned had responded to his numerous texts asking them if they were coming, which he was met with nothing but radio silence.
He didn’t understand why they were so against this. I mean they literally have no other friends except each other and the occasional hello from other quiet kids. It was ridiculous not to attempt to befriend her.
And his spidey-sense hadn’t gone off once this whole time so she’s not tricking him or a threat.
He grabbed a $50 bill and left a sticky note on the compound fridge, scribbled on it said he would be back by 5pm and not to worry. And with that he asked FIRDAY to take him downstairs and left the tower.
He was walking down the street with one headphone in his ear and the other dangling, he was nearing the place the note said to meet at and his spidey-sense still hadn’t gone off which reassured him even more.
He stopped himself outside the address, It was a small little pink Ice Cream shop that seemed to be ran by a local family. There was white and pink table all outside the store and some inside from what he could see. He took a seat at a small table that’s was tucked into a corner outside and waited.
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Peter was scrolling mindlessly on his phone, it had been about ten minutes since he sat down and still, nobody had showed up yet. He was starting to think this was all some big prank and Flash was going to pop out with a big camera and laugh at him till the end of time.
He was so in his head that he didn’t notice the person walking up to him till the person was right infront of him and spoke.
“Well your early”
Peter didn’t jump. He didn’t.
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p>“O-Oh yeah…are you Isabella?”
The person in-front of him was a black girl who’s hair was braided into long these waist length braids that had a bit of pink peaking out from the back and a small skunk stripe of the same pink in the front. She was wearing these black over-sized sweatpants that hung low on her waist and showed off her back dermal when she walked. Her top was a white long tube top that just stopped right above her pants and showed off a slither of stomach.
She was licking a Vanilla ice cream cone while staring at him like he personally offended her.
“No shit? You think I just walk up to a stranger and say ‘oh your early’?”
Right. That was dumb.
Peters face grew hot as he realized and before he spoke again, he quickly collected himself.
“I got your note..you had said you wanted to be friends and were new to the school?”
“You and your friends look interesting and…innocent. I wanted to see what the deal is and yea I’m also new round here.”
At that, he relaxed a bit. If she was new there was a low chance she would know who Spider-Man is yet and didn’t have some secret ploy to Kill him.
“I could show you around if you like?” He hoped he sounded nice and polite. He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on one of the people who actually wanted to befriend him.
“Where are your other friends? They didn’t show?” She glanced around at the empty seats next to him where Ned and MJ should be.
She licked the last of her ice cream cone and threw the wrapper away, not even letting Peter answer her question. She had glanced him up and down before getting a smug smile on her face.
“Show me around later. Wanna go shopping?”
The question caught him off-guard. He hadn’t actually expected her to actually wanna hang out with him. He thought she was just gonna get his instagram or something and then leave.
He only had $50 on him and he hasn’t ever hung out with a girl his age alone who wasn’t MJ. Shit he’s been staring at her for too long.
“Oh well..I only have about fifty bucks on me right now..and I wouldn’t want you to pay for me.”
Instead of suggesting something else, she just giggled a bit and flashed a smile at him, she leaned down and grabbing his arm practically yanking him out of the chair and dragging him out of the shop and down the street.
”Isn’t there a mall around here somewhere? It’s this way right?”
“Uh yeah just keep going straight and make a left at the light, but I still don’t have enough money to go shopping, Isabella!”
“It’s fine my dad’s like filthy rich and every time I go out I have to spend at least like $250 so he can get something back and if I don’t he ends up scolding me, So technically you’ll be helping me out!” She says cheerfully and with a look in her eyes that says she wouldn’t take a no for an answer anyway.
Peter reluctantly says yes.
“..Fine I guess, but not a lot on me, okay?” A slight feeling of guilt had crawled up his spine. He really didn’t like spending other people’s hard earned money.
Once they reacted the shopping mall, Isabella grin grew even bigger and, she spun around to face him excitedly and gesture towards the mall. Not even a second that they had been in the mall and she was pulling Peter to a Thrift clothing store nestled in a corner of the entrance.
“Also, you can just call me Isa or Bella kay? No more ‘Isabella’ I feel like I’m eighty when you say it.”
“Sure Isabel-bella..!”
“…We’ll work on it…”
The two walked into the store and almost instantly Peter’s eyes found their way over to the baggy jorts section. Isabella noticed his gaze was distracted and followed it over to that section.
“You want some jorts? C’mon let’s go look!”
”Okay!”
They walked over and began rifting through the long two racks of jorts. Some ranged from extremely baggy to just slightly baggy and some that probably couldn’t even be classified as Jorts.
“I personally own like 10 pairs of jorts, do you own any?” Bella’s voice fills the air as she begins looking through her side of the rack.
“No I don’t really own any.”
And at those words, Bella had turned to him with a grin that spelled she wasn’t gonna do something he was gonna protest too. And he was right as she grabbed three pairs of different wash jorts and grab his arm, pulling him im the direction of the dressing rooms
“Here! Go try these on!”
“W-Wait I’m not sure these are my size or anything and jorts are really expensive you know-“ Peter panicked voice begins rambling on about the price and them not fitting and anything else to get out of trying them on.
But Bella was having none of it and all he got in response was a roll of her eyes and shove into the dressing room.
“Shut up and try them on!”
“Bella!”
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Since then, the two of them went to almost every shop in the mall and browsed all most everything.
Peter couldn’t even lie and say he wasn’t having fun because this might have been the most fun he had in a while. There wasn’t much free time with Spider-manning and school anymore.
Isabella was an interesting person. She didn’t care about the price but carded about the fabric and if he was comfortable in it. She saw a kids card decline in the Food court and didn’t hesitate to offer hers and buy the little guy even more food.
Sure she cussed like a sailor, and definitely had an attitude but she was fun to be around and an even better friend.
They left the mall with four bags wrapped around each of their wrist and a couple of smaller bags of food in Peter’s hand. They were laughing at one of Bella’s random stories from her childhood as Peter had just finished telling stories from his.
“Hey wait, what time is it?” The sudden question threw both of them off. They hadn’t bothered to check the time, they figured they hadn’t been in there for that long, but with the sun setting down low, they both came to the realization that they were most definitely wrong.
“Uhm hold on” She thought for a second but ultimately just looked down at her watch and her eyes widen before she could even process the time and her head snapped up to meet Peter’s.
“It’s almost eight..I was supposed to be at home by 5:50..” The worry evident in her voice made his heart drop. They both were stopped outside the mall, and she dropped one of her shopping bags to rifle through it to find her phone. She prayed silently her dad was sleeping and hadn’t realized she didn’t come home.
But of course her prayers were not answered as when she opened her phone to find twenty missed messages and five missed calls from her dad.
Peter did the same, He did not want the Avengers losing their mind and sending out a while search party for him like last time. He still got chills thinking about that incident.
Instead of no notifications, he was met with various missed messages from the Avengers ranging from the contacts “Mr.Stark!”, “Auntie Nat”, “Really cool Metallic guy” and other Avengers.
“Shit!”
They both said at the same time, they hadn’t realized anyone was calling or texting them and now, it looked like they were both ignoring their family.
They made eye contact one last time, Both scrambling to grab their fallen bags and respond back.
“Well, this was really fun but I think we both need to go..” Isabella’s voice had just a slight hint of guilt in her voice and he nodded in agreement. they both bid their farewell and began going their separate way.
“Oh wait! Here’s my number!” Isabella says, calling out to Peter and jogging back to him and putting her number in his phone, she flashed him a small smile and turned back to head home.
Peter smiles back and yells back at her to messages him when she gets home.
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The second Peter arrived back at the tower, FRIDAY loudly announced to the worried sick Avengers that Peter was safe and uninjured but was feeling a bit of fatigue from walking.
“That damn kid is gonna be the death of me..” Tony said, running his calloused fingers through his graying hair, he was seated on a stool at the large island table in the middle of the kitchen.
The others such as Wanda shared the same worry, but was expressing it in different ways. She had started stress baking and cleaning. There was not two pans of brownies and another one full of chocolate chip cookies in the oven.
Natasha had started sharping her knives and other various weapons, She was seated on the loveseat with her legs pulled to rest folded up and appear unaffected.
Steve at first was pacing the room and spewing nonsense, but after being yelled at by Clint and Tony, he reluctantly sat down beside Bucky and began rubbing his other non-metal arm.
When the elevator doors finally slid open with Peter standing there, He hadn’t even stepped out and it was surprisingly dead silent but that didn’t last longer than a few moments before all hell broke loose.
“Where were you?!”
“Do you know how worried we all were?!”
“Thank god you’re safe!, where the hell were you?!”
“Where did you even go for that long!?”
“Kid, shit you can’t do that!?”
“STOP IT!” Peter shouted and the room went dead quiet. He thought they were about to scold for yelling but before they can he began rambling.
“Listen I was given a note in my locker and it was someone who had wanted to be friends with me, and then Ned and MJ didn’t wanna go so I went alone, which the note on the fridge says what time I would be back and I know it says 4:50 but honestly I lost track of time but it was really fun and I made a new friend and got new clothes which you all have been bugging me about getting new clothes and I’m really really sorry for worrying you all so much, and I promise it will never happen again-“
Tony cut him off mid-sentence.
“You know what, I don’t care why you were ,where you were Underoos. All I care about is that you had us all worried sick because you wouldn’t answer your damn phone. I honestly was pretty close to sending a damn suit out to go find you kid!” Tony’s voice was getting louder and he stood up and walked over towards Peter.
He guided the Peter over to the couch, where the rest of the Avengers had gathered from their spots around the room.
“Kid.”
“Also she’s really nice like really nice”
“Kid!”
“Yeah?”
“Peter. Who even is this girl? , I haven’t ever heard of her till now and I’m damn sure nobody else has either.” Natasha questioned, her brows raising slightly and posture becoming tense.
“Oh uh, we had just met today but she’s really cool and in a couple of my classes!” Peter response did nothing to calm everyone’s mind.
“You went out for over two hours with some random girl you just met? Because she was in your class and left you a note?” Natasha said, eyebrow raising and she sat up properly.
“W-Well when you put it like that it sounds bad.. but she goes to my school! That has to count for something and I think her dad is like the founder of something! So bonus points and I swear guys it’s not really a big thing, I just lost track of time.” Peter stuttered out in a panic, he didn’t want to upset anyone even more then he already did.
Bucky heavy sigh echoed in the large room, everything Peter was saying wasn’t helping calm him down.
“Kid, you don’t even know this girl, she could have been a spy or assassin and you also didn’t even tell us you were meeting up with someone or going to a second location.” Bucky brows were pulled impossibly tight and a deep heavy frown was spread across his face.
“Im sorry okay? I didn’t think that far and I should have and I’m sorry! It won’t happened again I swear guys!”
His reassuring words eased the team nerves slightly and their body language showed that. Natasha had lean back against the couch again and Bucky’s hand was resting against Steve’s with a pinky finger slyly interlocked with each other.
“Its fine kiddo, did you at least eat while you were out?” Tony’s voice came from beside him, a warm and large hand was pressed on Peter’s shoulder and pulling him against the other arm.
“Yes Mr.Stark, the mall had some really good Thai food! And before that we had ice cream!”
“Well I’m glad to know you’re okay. But Peter, please don’t ever do that again.” Wandas voice came from behind him as she got up to grab the cookies that were not sitting on the stove, cooling down.
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