Peter's POV

"Parker, you're late. Again," yelled Sam from one end of the gym.

"Give him a break, man," Bucky snickered back.

"Sorry guys, I had to stop this robbery from a grocery store," Peter said innocently, warming up for combat with Bucky.

"Y'know, Buck?"

"Yeah?"

"I should give him a break."

"Maybe a break to his arm would be a good idea," Wilson smirked as Bucky ran towards Peter, swinging a blow with his metal arm which Peter caught with his one hand, just like the old times. He gave him a smug smile as his brown eyes reflected mischief. "You never learn, do you Buck?" Parker whispered.

"Oof. Need an ice pack, Russian mummy?" Sam shouted as he watched the two combatting.
Peter flipped him and Bucky's body landed on the tough concrete ground with a huge thud. However, Bucky was not to be underestimated and Peter had learned this the hard way. Peter's senses were heightened, as Bucky lay there, groaning on his back, seeming in pain. But the next move was quick, Bucky instantly sat up and swung his leg at Peter's, knocking him down. In Parker's hazy state, Bucky got over him and gave three nasty punches to his face. With Peter's one hand free, he struck a sharp jab at Bucky's chest, making him lose his balance. Both the duelers, stood up, catching their breaths and waiting for the other to initiate the attack. Bucky grew impatient and round kicked Peter. Bucky didn't have to hold back when he was fighting with Peter. Peter had only grown stronger from the past few years making Bucky, Sam, and Steve heighten their difficulty levels. Now the three of them fought with their complete strengths, giving their best against Parker.

"Breakfast ready, you assholes," a voice boomed in the gymnasium, catching Peter and Bucky in the middle of their sprawl.

"Clint's in charge for breakfast today?" Peter asked, while at the same time striking a sharp kick to Bucky's shoulder. 

"What the fuck Parker?" Bucky whined.

"Sam never said the duel was over," Peter replied, his voice coated with smugness and pride. "Learning from the best, huh?" snickered Sam.

"Yeah, Steve really is the best."

The trio made their way to the dining hall, bickering and arguing. "I'm telling you guys, this kid's a problem," Bucky said, his blue eyes contorted in pain as if he had witnessed some serious horrors inflicted by the Spider-Boy.

"Someone hand him a juice, he gets cranky if he doesn't have his sugar," Wilson yelled.

"I'm surrounded by idiots," muttered Loki.

"Behave, brother, you know I won't hesitate to send you back to Sakaar," said Thor, taking a sip of his breakfast beer. Loki rolled his eyes cussed at everyone on the planet and went back to devouring his bacon. Peter sat beside Morgan and stuffed his face with chocolate croissants, occasionally taking part in the conversations happening at the table. Tony sat directly in front of him, scribbling down on a few blueprints, inquiring about some meeting with someone on the phone. Steve usually had breakfast early since he always rose before dawn, so he paced around the room with a glass of apple juice in his hand. Nat was making her PBJ sandwich, looking like an angel as the sun gleamed over her through the window panes. Wanda and Vision rarely stayed over the weekends at the Facility. And Clint was still making Thor his hefty Asgardian breakfast, regretting his decision to stay at the Facility during the weekend.

It felt like home. The clashes of every voice in the room filled Peter's ears, almost making him forget about the outside world. Making him feel safe and sound. But he had a heavy list of tasks to complete over this weekend, along with his piled homework which he'd been procrastinating for. Peter went through his mental to-do list, and then it dawned on him. 

"Mr.Stark?"

"How much, Underoos?" Tony looked up from his plate, reading Peter like he was a book.

"I-I how...how do you know that?"

"That look you're giving me says that you probably want two hundred dollars."

"Well, I did break a window," Peter said.

"You're silly," Morgan giggled, wiping off the chocolate beside Peter's mouth.

Mayra's POV.

The sound of the doorbell ringing woke her up from her comatose like sleep. Her eyes took time to adjust to her dark surroundings, the only source of light being the glittery skyline of New York. She heard another harsh knock on the door.

"MAYRA! BITCH YOU BETTER OPEN UP! WE HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR HOURS."

Crystal's voice reverberated through the door and probably through the building. She finally gathered up her energy and unlocked the door. Her mind still in a haze, unable to remember the events of the day.

"What the fuck girl? We've been calling you for hours," said Ethan, decked up in amazing purple eye makeup and holding up a bag of Chick-fil-A. The smell of the crispy chicken patty made its way through her nose. And that was all Mayra needed to boost up her spirits and shake out of her confused mood. She let Crystal, Ethan, and Eddie in. Though Eddie seemed like he wanted to be at his bed, watching some animal documentary and munching on fries.

She checked her phone, her screen displaying 6:17 pm and three missed calls from Crystal, eight from Ethan and one from Eddie. She also received twelve missed calls and twenty texts from her Mom.

Fuck. We dead.

She called her Mom back, listening to her yell as she cussed at a woman who almost ran over her. And then she remembered. She fell asleep in the presence of a guy who came to fix her windows. She felt dumb and stupid. But she felt dumb and stupid most of the time. She went and checked her room, the windows, were all fixed and intact. Everything in the room was exactly like the way it had been. One thing that caught Mayra's attention was a sticky note, stuck outside the window, the corners stuck with what seemed like a spider web to make sure it wouldn't fly off in the windy weather. She inched closer and read it.

Came to check up on you. But seemed like you dozed off, so I stayed to make sure the guy did his job the way he was supposed to. I really am sorry for the window :(-Spider-Man.

"Mayra? Where the fuck be you?" Came out an annoyed voice from Eddie.

She sat with her friends, munching on her sandwich, sipping cola, and just trying to distract her mind from the events of today. "We called your Mom, she was sick worried and asked us to go check up on you," said Eddie in between his bites.

"She also told us that we should bring you Chick-fil-A 'cause she assumed you hadn't eaten anything except for drowning in a few cups of coffee," Crystal stated.

"She's right," Mayra said, highly interested in devouring her sandwich and satisfying her rumbling stomach.

"Where's she though? Heard she has this meeting with that super hot billionaire," Ethan remarked.

"Yeah, Tony Stark, they're discussing some collab between the two companies and other business shit."

"Fuck. That sounds so cool. So are you gonna be a billionaire too?"

"I don't know," Mayra said. Still very much engrossed in her sandwich. "Didn't you guys have some sort of football game to attend to?" Mayra asked.

"Yeah, but we ain't gonna ditch our genius bros and go," said Crystal. Her black curls bouncing around her frame while her skin glimmered under the candle lights. Crystal was an Arts student, a year younger than Mayra. They met up during a play as her electrifying performance captured everyone's attention in the auditorium, gravitating Mayra towards her. She carried herself with power and grace. Worked hard like a bad bitch but she could be super annoying.

"So how'd did you guys just figure it all out?" Ethan asked, his ocean eyes sparkled like the blue waters under the sun. His blonde hair was streaked with purple highlights, matching his purple eye shadow. He always loved to be one step extra. He was a junior in college, taking natural sciences, keeping his grades up, and simultaneously partying through the nights. She met him at a Fresher's party where he sat in a bathtub, as Why'd You Call Me Only When You're High? thumped outside the door. He had his boyfriend dump him in the middle of the night, and so he sat there with his broken heart, trying to extinguish the world.

"Wanna go get a drink?" Ethan had asked, completely wasted.

"I-uh, I'm not 21 yet," Mayra had replied, having zero ideas on what to do.

"Want to accompany me as I get a drink?"

"Um alright." With that they stepped out of the washroom, vibing to the song and listening to each other rant their hearts off.

"He just called and Ed traced the origins," Mayra stated.

"Yeah and then Mayra went all like," Bro I have enhanced vision, check these stupid marks on the wall,'" Eddie said, doing a bad imitation of her. Mayra rolled her inky black eyes and then gave a detailed explanation of the event that took thereafter.

The squad sat there, lights switched off, watching The Revenant. Mayra had grown tired again, her eyes were drooping and her head was almost at the brink of slipping into the abyss of sleep. She heard the keys rattling outside her apartment, and the door opened to an angry-looking Mom. Her mood was pissed from all the traffic and hurled abuses from stupid drivers she had to endure.

"Well it's our time to leave now," Crystal said sheepishly. The three friends gathered their stuff and left complimenting Julia on her red top and curled luscious locks. Before going out, Eddie called out, "Bro, we have an Oscorp trip tomorrow after our 11 am class, don't you dare leave me hanging."

"Ughhh fine, I'll come," Mayra waved him off sat with her Mom. Asking about her day, telling about her own as the black clouds flew above NYC. Sipping her coffee and watching the flame of the lavender candle dance with the sound of pattering of raindrops.

***

"Why'd he stop?" Julia questioned, taking a sip from her tea. "Why'd he give himself up?"

"Guess it was some kind of game to him, he killed without any reason Mom," replied Mayra.

"Yes, so why now? Why not earlier? Why not later? And why start a killing spree when you care about your family so much?" Julia said, pushing her golden locks behind her ears and her blue eyes intensely studying Mayra's reaction.

Mayra shrugged. She never thought about that. On most occasions, she'd go through every little detail, even the memories stored at the back of her head to analyze a situation. She hesitated on this because he was already captured, she'd limited the number of questions that she was supposed to ask herself. And now that she was thinking about it. It was way too easy. Extremely easy. Why would you give yourself away now?

"We've caught him, and that's all that matters," Mayra said. But her words didn't mimic her thoughts. Something was amiss. The more she thought about it, the more she became restless.

Guess we're going to his residence again, tomorrow.

A/N: was i a hungry bear after this? yes, yes i was.