Eira

Second grade was nothing like kindergarten or first grade. Thankfully, we still have snacks. Even Uncle Bruce would be upset if we didn't have snacks. But we don't have nap times, Tony wasn't happy about that. He said it had something to do with me having too much energy when I'm home. Pepper told me just to ignore him if I didn't understand something he said. But of course, I ask him about it. He calls me mini Point Blank. Whoever is in the room always tells him to 'shut up' when he says that. I don't get why I can't say 'shut up' but they can. I also don't get why no one won't tell me who Point Blank is. Grown ups confuse me.

Mrs. L wants to talk to Pepper tonight. Again. They both won't tell me why. I think it has something to do with me shocking the other kids. It's not my fault that whenever I touch someone my fingers shocks them. Apparently, it's not a good thing. Tony finds it hilarious. He laughs whenever I get a call home, then Steve punches him, he then stops.

Steve is really nice to me. He's like a dad to me, not Tony. I sleep over at his apartment on weekends. Last weekend we had a food fight. It was awesome. I told my class about it over Show and Tell. The girls in the back laughed at me and called me a liar. They don't like me for some reason. I didn't do anything to them. They call me a charity case. I guess they are right. My parents didn't even want me.

I didn't tell anyone about it.

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The girls are getting meaner.

I thought they would stop now that we are almost in 7th grade. But I guess not. I haven't told anyone about it either.

They don't only call me a charity case now. But also trash, gold digger, and other things. I don't know how they came up with these names. I have heard them before in movies.

The other kids are afraid to talk to me. They fear the three girls. They call it social suicide to attempt to talk to me. Whatever that means. I asked Natasha what that meant one day. She said it meant it was a one-way trip to the bottom of the social ladder. I guess that bottom means me. Whatever. Better to be here than at the top and being as fake as plastic.

A kid does try and talk to me sometimes. I always push her away. Not because she has crutches and walks funny. But because I don't want her to be bullied too. I'd rather take it all from the bullies so others don't get hurt. Even if it hurts me more.

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Mr. Ryan is going to kill me.

Not only did I wake up late, but I had to walk to school. Pepper went to work early, Steve was on a mission with Natasha and Clint, Bruce was still asleep, and Tony told me not to bother him while he was in the lab. He was probably out cold from the amount he drank last night.

I walked to school and arrived 3 minutes before the warning bell was due to ring for the high school students. I quickly put in the combination to my locker. Only to get a surprise. A huge blue blob of slime covered me. I shrieked in surprise. I wiped off my eyes just as laughter filled my ears.

The halls were still filled with other students. They were all taking pictures of me and pointing. I slammed my locker shut and did the only thing that I could do. I turned around and ran.

I ran and ran and ran.

I ended up on 10th street, at my favorite ice cream shop: Sundaes and Cones. I couldn't go inside sadly since I was covered in slime. So I sat on the sidewalk and just waited.

"Are you going to sit there all day?" A voice called out. My head snapped up only to see a boy, about my age standing above me, about to sit down next to me. He had chocolate colored hair, with blue eyes. He was slim, but not too skinny. He was the perfect size for his age.

"I have nowhere else to go, and I can't go inside like this" I gestured to my black shirt covered in the blue slime.

"I noticed," He chuckled as he sat. "If I told you my apartment was in that building right there. And I could get you a change of clothes, would you come with me?"

"Well you at least have to tell me your name, that way if I die, I know who killed me," I say with a serious tone.

"Boston. Boston Parker."

"Eira."

"Well Eira, do you have a last name?" He questioned as he got back on his feet.

"I do but it is my adoptive parent's last name." I refuse to look him in the eye. I quickly stood up and started to walk in the direction he pointed.

"What does that last name happen to be?" Boston inquires as he falls in step with me.

"Stark." I mutter rapidly, then continue saying, "Why is a boy named Boston, living in New York? Shouldn't he be in, well you know, Boston?"

"Well, Miss. Stark," darn it, he heard what I said, "My parents once traveled to the magnificent city of Boston and fell in love with it. They loved it so much that they decided to call me after it. Henceforth I was known by Boston." He ends dramatically.

"Ah, I see. Well "Magnificent City" will you please direct us to your apartment?" I tease.

He held out his arm, which I accepted, and lead me inside the building. "I live on floor twelve." Boston then pressed the elevator button and we waited for it to open.

When it did we entered, of course. And then, plot twist here, he hit the button with the number 12 on it. Our whole history changed with that.

We walked down the hall and took a right, then a left. Boston then lets go of my arm to unlock door number 616.

"Mom! I'm home early!" He announced as we walked into the Kitchen.

"You just left for school Boston! How could you be home- Oh hello!" A woman with fiery red hair appeared with a cereal box in hand.

"Hello," I said nervously, my hand going to my left arm to grasp, only for blue slime to spread even farther.

"Who is this?" She asks.

"Mom. this is Eira," Boston declares to his mom, "I found her outside of the ice cream shop across the street. I offered her a pair of fresh clothes."

"Well, I can help with that! What happened to you darling?"

"These girls at school and I are having a prank war and I think they took it too far this round" I lied easily. After being in the same house as to master assassins I had to learn quickly if I wanted to get away with stuff.

"I say they went more than too far! A hot shower should do the trick, I'll show you to it, and lay out a fresh pair of clothes." Wow, I love his mom.

After a short shower, I felt like a million bucks. I quickly got dressed in the clothes his mom laid out for me. It was a simple blue shirt and sweat pants. The clothes are super comfy.

I quickly exit the bathroom and find my way into the living room.

"There she is! I'm glad the clothes fit." His mom, Mrs. Parker voice filled the room.

"Thank you guys so much. I don't know what I would have done if I had to go home dressed like that." I spoke.

"You live at Stark Tower right?" Boston asked as he offered a seat to me.

I sat down next to him then responded, "I've lived there for a while now. Tony is my adoptive dad."

"That must be a lot of fun to live with the Avengers," Boston remarked.

"It can be, I used to have sleepovers all the time with Steve when I was younger. But now I have so much homework I can barely keep my head above the water."

"I know how you feel, eighth grade is horrible. I can't imagine that high school would be worse!" He said with a laugh.

Mrs. Parker laughed shaking her head knowingly, "Just wait... I can't believe you guys think that this is hard now. But yet you guys are only 13."

"We still have our whole lives ahead of us and what we learn now will affect us greatly in the future," I claimed under my breath.

Boston leaned back as his mom muttered, "Amen to that. I'm Mary Jane Parker by the way."

"I believe you know my name but I am Eira." I state, "I best to be going back to school. Before they decide to call home."

"What school do you go to?" Boston asks, "I go to Franklin's Middle School"

"I happen to go there too." I bite my lip knowing he will remember me, the loner of the school.

"How come I've never met you?"

"It's a big school?" I meant for it to come out more as a statement, but my voice failed me, turning it into a question.

"True, but I know almost everyone. Do you have your schedule? I can see what classes we have together." At this point, Mrs. Parker left the room to go do something.

I pull my schedule out of my bag, which happened to be sitting on the floor and I hand it to Boston. He did the same, but he seemed to have pulled it out of thin air.

After reading all of his classes, we happen to have three out of seven classes together. I can't believe I have just noticed him today. But yet once we get back to school, he'll probably ignore me. I just can't afford to get attached now.

A bright pink paper suddenly appears under my vision. My timetable. I take it back as I hand over his. "I believe we have three classes together this year."

"And lunch," He adds on. "Don't forget about lunch. It's my favorite class" A smirk appears on his face.

"Lunch isn't a class! It's just a time set apart for us to eat horrible food and to socialize. Pretty boring to me."

Boston then gasps dramatically, "A girl! That doesn't like to socialize? Has the world come to an end?"

I roll my eyes resisting the urge to punch him in the arm, "Yes, you heard me right. I hate going to school or talking to people."

"But you're talking to me, and you talk with the Avengers"

"Well, I'm kinda forced to talk to the Avengers because I live with them. And I'm only talking to you because you helped me today."

Boston was about to respond when his mother entered the living room, where we are, and announced, "You guys are burning daylight! I recommend you head to school before they call home."

"Mom! Do we have too?" He whines.

"Yes, you do. Now go get your stuff." She says with no hint that she will change her mind. Boston sighs rather loudly at her statement.

I roll my eyes at him, again, "Are you always this dramatic?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

~

We slowly walked to school, chatting. He asked me several questions about the Avengers and how they were. I asked him about his parents and what they were like. Every time I asked him about his dad, he tensed up. I don't know why, but he is hiding something about his dad. I guess it will take time for him to tell me whatever it is.

"Wait so for their wedding Pepper made you guys wear floor length one shoulder dresses?" He inquires.

I nod, "They were actually a really pretty bridesmaid dresses."

"They sound painful! Especially with high heels? Girls and their fashion... you guys do stupid things."

"The same can be said about guys. But instead of fashion, it's your actions." I retort.

He puts a hand mockingly over his heart like I wounded it. "I was going to hold the door open for you, but I guess not!"

"Eh, like I care about whether or not you open a door for me," I say as I open the door to the school.

Of course, we enter the school during passing time. With him being one of the most popular kids in the school, talking to a nobody like me, people started whispering to each other. Mostly the girls since they actually noticed us walk in.

We walk to the office together trying to ignore stares. I refuse to talk to him in front of all of these eyes. I really don't like people staring at me.

We enter the office silently and get our passes to class after we give an excuse why we were late.

From there, we go our separate ways.

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