I woke up the next morning to the mouth watering smell of eggs and bacon, which is, apparently, what Natasha had decided to cook for breakfast, after Tony had complained about having toast everyday, to which Tasha had flipped him the bird and told him that he could have whatever he wanted and that toast was just the easiest option.
Groggily, I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, as I didn't have a shower last night and I smelt rather gross.
The shower, oddly, has become a thinking space of sorts, a time when I'm left completely alone with my thoughts, sometimes they're good and sometimes they're bad, but the added bonus is that whenever the thoughts are bad, the water simply washes them away, leaving me feeling as though they were never there in the first place.
Todays thoughts were on yesterday and my new found friends.
Despite only knowing them for a total of nearly twenty four hours, I felt close to them, connected almost and I could tell that they we real, true people. Thinking of them reminded me of my first tutor session with Peter, which was due to take place later today, the thought made me even more happy to go to school.
Turning off the shower and stepping out, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it securely around my body, the fluffy cotton warming me back up after the absence of the scolding water from my shower. I wiped the steamed mirror, coming face to face with my reflection, my face was red, my hair clung to my skin and my eyes were alight with anticipation.
I don't think I'd ever got dressed as quick as I had done that morning, too desperate to get going and too excited to sit still, and my movements were rushed as I put my long locks into a loose side braid, not bothering to dry it. Checking myself in the mirror on my wardrobe, a grey crop top and black, ripped at the knees, skinny jeans paired with a red knitted cardigan and my white lace up boots, my outfit for the day. I decided I looked presentable enough and grabbed my bag, exiting my room and walking into the kitchen, and stopping, not expecting to see the sight I did, which was Tony cooking breakfast and not Natasha.
Correction, it was Tony burning breakfast.
"Jesus Tony, try not set the compound aflame, would you?" I jokingly said as I came and sat on a stool, dropping the bag to the floor by my feet.
"Ha ha." He stated, flipping the charred bacon in the frying pan before taking the black toast out from the toaster.
"Why are you cooking anyway, where's every one else?" I questioned, getting up and making myself a coffee.
"Well, Widow said that if I wanted something other than toast, that I could do it myself, so I am." He said, gesturing to the bacon that sat on a plate, smoking.
"Yes, and when I said that, I hadn't meant for you to burn us all alive in the process." The aforementioned woman spoke as she slipped into the stool next to mine.
"Morning, Tasha." I said, sitting back down, a steaming mug of coffee in my hand.
"Morning." She replied, eyeing Tony wearily.
"What is that God awful smell?" Pepper, Tony's partner, inquired as she came round the corner, dressed in her usual business outfit.
"Tony." I said at the same time Natasha spoke.
We turned to look at one another, smirking.
"My god, Tony, are you cooking?" Pepper asked, disbelief staining her voice.
"Why Pep, I do believe I am." He replied, proud.
"Lord help us all." She muttered before kissing the man goodbye and waving to Natasha and I as she walked to the elevator.
Pepper Pots, is the CEO of Stark Industries and does one Hell of a job better than Tony ever did, she had to be one of the most successful businesswomen in America.
"You ready for school then?" Natasha asked, turning to me, once again.
"Yep." I answered, pointing to the bag that still sat at my feet.
"Good, because I'm taking you today." She stated, surprising me a little.
"Really?" I asked and she nodded. "Why?
"I have some business to attend to in the city." She said.
It was vague and I didn't bother to ask any further as it was Natasha, if she didn't want to tell you, she wouldn't.
"Morning, guys." Steve said, sitting in the space opposite Nat.
"Morning, Steve." I greeted him.
"Is Tony really cooking breakfast this morning?" He whispered, nodding towards the billionaire, who was currently fighting with the scrambled eggs.
"Uh huh." Natasha said as she took as sip from her coffee, which I hadn't noticed she'd gotten.
My stomach grumbled and I began to wish that I had gotten up early, so I could've supervised Tony, then maybe our breakfast might've been salvaged.
"We need to get going." Natasha announced.
"Oh, but I haven't eaten anything yet." I whined.
"Make yourself some toast while I get my shoes and the things I need." She said, getting up from her seat and walking to her room.
My stomach grumbled again and I stood up and went to the toaster, ignoring Tony's protests that his breakfast would be amazing, to which both Steve and I gave him an incredulous look and he then gave up, turning to stove off and hugging me goodbye before making his way to his lab, leaving the kitchen looking like a bomb had hit it.
My toast popped up, I lathered it with marmalade, scoffed it down and finished the rest of my coffee.
Steve had begun to clean up the mess Tony hadn't bothered to get rid of, making himself some cereal as he did so. Not soon after, Natasha returned, shoes now on and a bag over her shoulder, which I guessed was filled with the other things that she needed.
"Come on then." She said, motioning her head in the direction of the elevator.
"Coming." I said, grabbing my bag from the floor and putting my mug in the sink. "See you, Steve."
"Bye Alexia, have fun." He replied, pouring milk into his cereal.
"Will do." I shouted as I pressed the down arrow.
Steve and Natasha shared a knowing look.
Which then set my curiosity off.
What were they up to?
The doors closed and we traveled down the levels, the doors dinged as we reached the ground floor, the employees bustled about as we walked through the foyer and out through the doors, towards a black Corvette, Natasha's car.
We got in, buckling our seat belts and I turned on the radio, the sounds of the newest pop songs filling the enclosed space.
The ride into the city was faster than it had been yesterday, purely because Natasha didn't seem to remember that there was such a thing as speed limits, and we talked about the subjects I learnt, I also tried to sneak in a question about that secret look her and Steve had shared, though it had been blatantly ignored.
About forty minutes after leaving, we arrived in the same place in which Happy had dropped me off yesterday, Natasha promising the same thing he had, that she'd pick me up in the same place at 6 o'clock, after I'd been to Peter's. I thanked her and watched as she sped off, to wherever she was headed within the overcrowded city.
I turned the corner and walked up the steps, though with a lot more confidence than I had done yesterday, and upon entering the school, it was as busy as it was the first time I'd walked through the doors and I made a mental note to never get lost within the sea of students that roamed the hallways.
I checked my timetable and saw that I had AP Biology first period, I let out a breathe I hadn't realised I'd been holding in at the relief of not having to meet new people. Thankfully, I also knew where to go for this lesson as I had had it yesterday morning and I shared the class with Peter, which meant that I would have help finding where my next lesson was, which was World History.
I walked through the door to the classroom and made my way to my seat at the back of the room, seating myself next to Peter, who was early, which , according to Ned, was a common occurrence for the spectacled boy.
"Hey, Peter." I greeted, retrieving my notebook and pen from my bag.
"Morning, Ally." He replied, looking up from whatever he was writing in his own notebook.
I stopped rifling through my bag at the sound of the nickname, confused, seeing as I had never before been called that and it looked as though Peter hadn't realised what he'd said, as he had continued to scribble in his book.
"Ally?" I questioned, surprised and also curious as to why he'd called me that, of all things.
"Huh, what?" He stuttered, again looking up from his words and blushed as the realization dawned on him. "Uh, yeah, I um, like giving my friends nicknames."
He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit I'd noticed he had, and looked away, embarrassment clear on his face.
"Why Ally?" I asked again, still unsure on the name.
I'd only ever been called three things.
Alexandra, Alexia and Asset.
So, Ally was new and different.
And I kind of liked it.
"Well, Lexi seemed too basic and you're definitely not basic." He explained and I raised an eyebrow at the basic part. "Which is a good thing, basic is boring."
I thought it over, he was right, I wasn't basic, being an ex-assassin canceled out that description, but Peter didn't know anything about me or my past and he didn't think I was basic, just based on what he knew of me.
I was going to take that as a compliment.
Peter was sat looking at me expectantly, awaiting my reaction, to which I just smiled and turned to the front of the class as the teacher walked in and introduced today's subject of learning.
He seemed to take that as permission, because for the rest of the morning he never once called me Alexia.
And I never once complained.
Lunch time came around and Ned, Peter and I were heading towards the cafeteria for sustenance.
When we arrived, it was as jam packed as always and we took a place at the same table as yesterday, sitting down and eating the lunches that our respective guardians had packed. Mine had consisted of a PB&J sandwich and an apple, courtesy of Natasha.
Michelle had joined us half way through, her nose in a different book than yesterday and her hair just as wild, claiming that she thought the teachers should correctly educate themselves on the history of America before they started falsely prattling on about the history of the world, her words not mine.
Michelle was very knowledgeable about everything and took great pleasure in proving the snobby, arrogant teachers wrong, outwitting them with one sharp whip of her tongue, shutting them up and, in turn, causing them to go home and rethink and research the correct information, which they would probably relay to us in the next lesson.
After that, the day went rather quickly, my excitement about my tutoring session growing every hour, along with the dread and guilt at what I was about to put poor Peter through, I really was very bad at English.
At the end of the day, Peter and I said goodbye to Michelle and Ned, walking down the street opposite to the one I'd been dropped off this morning and it wasn't long until we reached a tall apartment building on the side of a busy road, cars whizzing by as we trudged up the steps.
Peter buzzed for his apartment number, there was crackle and then a deep male voice replied.
"Pete, that you?"
"Yeah, Uncle Ben, it's me and the friend I told you about." Peter spoke up, smiling as he did.
"Alright, come on up." The man, who I assumed was Uncle Ben, said and the door clicked open, allowing us entry.
I followed Peter up a flight of stairs, our journey ending at a door with a peep hole and a big silver number 19 on it. Peter opened the door and a waft of something sweet smelling met my nostrils and I instantly felt the warmth of whatever it was travel through my body, igniting happiness all over. We walked through the apartment, which was small, but cosy, with a comfy looking couch directly facing the tv, photos dotted across the walls. The kitchen was covered in baking equipment and in the middle of it all stood a middle aged man, decked out in an apron that said 'world's best cook' that was covered in flour.
"Hey, Uncle Ben." Peter said, placing his bag on the table. "What are you making?"
The man smiled a huge, infectious smile before hugging his nephew, he then saw me and proceeded to hug me too. It took me by surprise, but it wasn't horrible, it was like I was being hugged by a big bear, which made sense, the man was huge.
"I'm making your Aunt's favourite cookies." He said as he released me. "You must be this Alexia we've heard so much about, It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too, sir." I said sheepishly, unsure of what to say and feeling a little uncomfortable.
"We'd love to talk, but we've got work to do." Peter announced, picking up his bag, taking my arm and dragging me to his room. "Bye."
He pushed me in and closed the door behind him.
"Thanks." I said, glad that he noticed that I felt awkward.
"No problem, I sort of guessed that you didn't like meeting new people and knowing my Uncle, he would've asked questions about your accent." Peter explained as he took his notebooks out of his bag.
"You're strangely observant, Parker." I stated, taking my own bag off my back to retrieve my notebooks.
"I'll take that as a compliment." He said, turning to face me.
"So," I paused. "You've told you Aunt and Uncle a lot about me, huh, you know we only met yesterday, right?"
"Well, you're intriguing and I like to talk about things that intrigue me." Peter admitted. "Now, stop procrastinating, you are learning English."
"Damnit." I huffed.
How did he do that?
He chuckled at me and sat on the floor, unfolding his notebook and clicking his pen.
"Come on, no time like the present." He said, tapping the space in front of him.
I huffed, again, and plonked myself on his soft carpet, throwing my notebook haphazardly on the floor.
"You really don't like English, do you?" He asked, rhetorically.
"It's not the language that I don't like." I sighed.
"It's the fact that you can speak it and read it, but it's difficult to write it." He said understandingly.
I nodded and picked up my pen, motivated to write something.
"Right then, smart ass, teach me to write English." I said, both hesitation and determination in my voice.
So, that's what he did, for two and a half hours, he taught me about the key things like punctuation, tenses, nouns, adjective and verbs. There was so much information, it was hard to process, but Peter was surprisingly patient, I would've thought that he'd give up and get annoyed with me when I couldn't write the same word that I'd been trying to write for at least ten minutes.
"And...done." I said, slamming my pen down on my notebook.
"No, you're not, you've got one more to do." Peter said, pointing to the word 'difficulties'.
"Oh, come on Pete, that's too hard." I complained.
"No, it's not, you can do it." He reassured me.
I huffed and picked up my pen, carefully tracing it across the paper, making sure not miss out any letters. After about five minutes, I'd done it.
"Молодец, Элли. (Well done, Ally.)" Peter spoke, his accent bad.
I stated at him, both in awe and shock that he'd spoken Russian, I didn't even know he could speak the language.
"You speak Russian?" I asked, my tone surprised.
"No, I only learnt a few praise words last night, because I thought it would help if you had some home comfort." He muttered, embarrassed.
"Thanks, Pete and you were right, it did help." I said, grateful for the thought.
It was sweet how much he cared, and he looked kind of cute when he was flustered. He would run his hand through his hair and constantly push his glasses back up his nose, not to mention I was flattered that he considered us friends.
I heard my phone vibrate and I looked to see that it was Natasha, telling me that she was parked in the same place as this morning. I messaged her back, saying that I was on my way and that I'd be there in a minute.
I was sad that it was time to go, because despite the fact that I'd been learning English for the last three hours, I'd had fun.
"That was my Mom," I lied. "I have to go."
"Oh, um, I'll see you tomorrow then, I guess." Peter said, looking somewhat disappointed.
He helped me gather up my things and put them back in my bag, before standing, pulling me up with him.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." I said.
I left his apartment, feeling a lot better about my English writing capabilities. I reached the corner Happy had told me he'd waiting at and spotted the black car, I opened the passenger door and got it, greeting Happy as I did.
The drive home was filled with me explaining my day to Natasha as we blasted the music and when I got home I repeated everything again over dinner.
I was so thankful for what the Avengers had done for me, I would never forget it. I finally had a life, one I liked, one where I got to make choices, where I didn't have to be scared or violent. And for that I was grateful. I felt alive again and because of that, the nature around me was too.
All was well and hoped that it would stay that way forever.
After dinner, I went to my room and had a shower before jumping into bed. I was just drifting off to sleep when my phone vibrated, I cecked to see that it was a message from Peter.
Thanks for today, it was fun.
No problem, but I think I should be the one thanking you.
What for? Peter you helped me so much today, I actually learnt something, too.
Really? I'm glad you think I helped.
Yeah, you did.
Well, if you ever need help again, just ask, I'm always here for you.
Actually, I was wondering if we could make the tutoring a weekly thing?
Sure, what day?
Great, I look forward to next week's lesson.
Wow, did you just say that you were looking forward to learning English?
Very funny, Pete. I meant that I was looking forward to hanging out with you again.
Me too, you're surprisingly fun when you're not grumbling about how much you hate English.
Why, thank you.
I really do appreciate that you learnt some Russian for my benefit, it means a lot.
It's just what friends do and maybe one day you could teach me some Russian.
I'd love to.
Great. I have to go though, Uncle Ben is saying I have to go to sleep.
Okay, I could probably do with a good night's sleep, too.
Bye, Ally. :)
Bye, Pete. :)
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