we’re both in the pack, but have a sort of unspoken hatred, it all started years ago when he was rude to me when i introduced myself, having been scott’s friend before meeting stiles. we’re all on a road trip, deciding to get away from beacon hills and the supernatural, heading to sunny florida to relax. me and stiles are squashed in the back on the minivan, me reading a book.
best friends, but there has been some tension lately. due to him constantly ditching plans, leaving me hanging and cancelling last minute. i was tired of it, the cherry on the cake was the fact i had no idea why he had been cancelling constantly, he claims it’s his ‘stark internship’ but i’m not buying it. today is the day after he cancelled on dinner plans for my birthday, leaving me waiting in the restaurant for an hour before calling it quits and leaving, going home in tears.
i’m filming a video with my close friends, the sturniolo triplets, in their car. i’m sat in the back beside nick, chris is in the passenger seat and matt is in the drivers seat as usual. i really hope nobody points out the fact it’s kind of obvious i have a crush on matt in the comments. matts the only one completely oblivious to the fact i like him. the video started as a ‘reading your confessions’ but quickly turned into us talking about the most random subjects, from trisha paytas’ baby names to how we deal with anxiety.
i’m tony starks daughter and have gotten close to peter due to the sheer amount of time he spends in the compound, training together and what not. i feel so behind everyone my age, with me being home schooled so i beg tony to let me go to midtown tech, with peter so he knows i’m safe. nobody knows i’m tony starks daughter, he keeps me very private, most don’t even know my name. tony finally agrees with the exception that i have every class with peter and he has to do background checks on every friend i make.
me and chris had been friends for years and we were chilling at my house, it was around eleven and his brothers had just left, he decided to sleep over at mine as he did quite a bit. my parents were used to it and trusted us so they would usually go out, whether that be for a dinner or for a overnight stay at a fancy hotel. chris suggested we go into my hot tub.
marcus was new at kings dominion, school of deadly arts. i was close to maria salazar and willie lewis, having been at kings dominion for a few years i knew everyone so marcus catches my eye. we share a hatred of brandy lynn.
chris md pub golf with arthur ,reev, harry, chris, isaac and me. we have various challenges at each pub whilst having to drink an ungodly amount of alcohol, luck for us we all have a high tolerance, except for arthur, who was battered.
i had been sent from the red room to destroy the “spider-man” but at seventeen years old and having never made my own choices, that small atse of independence had me reeling as the red room arranged me as a exchange student, even arranging a exchange family for me. my objective was to go to midtown tech as a student, befriend and betray peter parker. but it had been a week of observing and i don’t see the threat the red room makes him out to be.
enemies in the same friend group at a party. we had hated eacgjther since we met, something about bad vibes but in reality we were both trying to deflect how we felt about each other, obviously both oblivious to the others true feelings. we’re all sat playing truth or dare when i get dared to sit in lorenzos lap for ten minutes.
i kept myself to myself in kings dominion, i was a silent assassin almost. i didn’t get involved in fights, just kept my head down and got on with it. well, except for the occasional remark at brandy. marcus had been here for around two weeks and had already been involved in more trouble than i had in two years. i was an observer, always listening to music whilst scribbling in my worn out sketchbook.
four years post war, we had been dating since fifth year, and the battle of hogwarts had only brought us closer, now free from the shackles of societal wizarding pressure, and the crushing weight of our parents strict control, we were finally happy, living in our cosy flat in london, both of us having jobs and still in contact with the rest of our school friends, we all meet up regularly for a catch up. mattheo had proposed two months ago and we had been living in our happy, domestic bubble
we had been brought up under that same cover, ohio. we had been raised as siblings, sisters. bikes in the driveway, movie nights with popcorn and the occasional soda. i was the youngest,i was the shadow almost, not that i wasn’t paid attention to, i preferred to watch, listen as natasha and yelena bickered. i was the peace keeper. our life was changed when our normal night was turned into a fleeing the country mission, our “dad” was tense, our “mother” stony, me and yelena were confused but natasha knew. she always knew.
whilst everyone sparred or trained, i was in the room across from them, behind a shut door. i stretched on the bar, avoiding looking in the large mirror, legs flexible, like they’ve done this for years, because they have. i was saved from the red room when i was fourteen, three years ago and had been taken in by tony and the rest of the avengers. i bonded with natasha the most, given we already knew each other, she taught me everything i needed to know, from how to be a person again to how to create a spotify playlist with my favourite taylor swift songs. peter came into my life through him being spider-man and i began feeling things i didn’t recognise so i pushed it down, my feelings manifesting into hate in fear of the unknown. he didnt know of my past and i wanted to keep it that way, having warned the rest of the team if he finds out i wont hesitate to make their life hell.
i was left on Starks doorstep when i was around 11, just before natasha started working for him, undercover as a assistant. i had been raised by Tony and Pepper, holding many secrets from them, years had gone by and i was seventeen now and close to peter, having met him during the fight over the accords. we immediately hit it off and are now extremely close. we were friends with shuri as well and i had a night mare as we all had a sleepover murmuring, names like yelena belova, whistling under my breath so they got curious and looked it up with shuris advanced research tech and that’s how we’re sat staring at each other as they grill me for information*
over summer, i had gotten a little taller, my face had slimmed out and i had almost grown into my body, i was pretty before, sure but now i looked more grown up as we head into fifth year. i step into our carriage we sit at every year, seeing lorenzo, who i was closest to out of our friend group. i smile as i see the messy brunette mop of hair, trying to push down the feelings i had attempted to hide from him since first year.
after the battle against thanos and his army were all watching as pepper says her goodbyes to tony, who had sacrificed himself, i had to look away whilst my best friend, peter begged his mentor, the closest person he has to a father figure to stay awake, stay alive. i’m stood a few feet away, tears burning my cheeks as i watch the man who had taken me in, gave me a home and a family fades slowly into the abyss of death. i try to ignore the blood seeping through my fingers as i hold my side, everyone is a little worse for wear tell myself as i push through the pain, watching peter break down beside me.
we’re enemies, having been in the same friend group since first year, we just never got along, i had tried to be nice but he never reciprocated the kindness, we would argue over the stupidest things and it would get ugly, it was most his retorts that cut deep mine were usually insults, his were make your eyes water, heart drop kind of humiliation retorts, over something small. today was my birthday and nobody has said ‘happy birthday’ as well sit at breakfast. what i didn’t know is mattheo didn’t hate me as much as he made it seem.
we’re both padawans, and we are close friends, we decided to sneak out to have a night of fun. we’re weaving through dark alleys, ridded of our usual robes, instead i’m wearing a tank top and skirt, with anakin in jeans and a top, we both feel very out of our comfort zones but we stumble upon a nightclub, and decide to have a few drinks in here. i watch everyone dancing and frown, noticing all the eyes on anakin, girls smirking at him and brushing past him. i don’t care…do i? no of course not we’re best friends.
nobody really paid attention to the quiet girl, not to the way she devours hot chocolate like it’s going out of style when it’s seasonally appropriate, and definitely not to the way she flinches when some makes any sudden movement, nobody pays attention to the way her face flushes in embarrassment after. they don’t know what really happens at home, the death eater meetings she had witnessed, coming face to face with a certain brunette boys father more times that she can count, nobody noticed the way she pretended to see past the magical creatures that were thestrals, as if she couldn’t see them. but he was starting to.
dorky peter parker had came back the next day after our field trip, a few inches taller, filling out his shirts, and no longer sporting his glasses. that was like two weeks ago yet nobody else noticed, but i had. my friends tease me constantly because of my small crush on peter that i’ve had since middle school , i can’t help it i just find him so attractive. we get paired together for a project and we’re at his house, the conversation shifts from awkward science talk to flowing, natural conversation.
three years post war. me and mattheo had always had an unspoken connection but i had been the quiet one in our friend group whilst he had been your usual slytherin boy, with the rest of our friends, sleeping around, drinking and smoking. i drank and smoke but i was more reserved, calm. i was in pansys house, sitting drinking some wine when she announced she might’ve invited our school friends over, even though we only spoke at birthdays and christmas over text and the occasional commenting on each other’s social media.
after high school i had went to university, the one my dad had went to, trying to make him proud. i got into mechanical engineering, always painting the perfect picture of a stark heir. whenever he asked how uni was, i lied. i would lie about how much i loved it, how nice my roommate was, the friends i had made. it was all a lie. i was burnt out, depressed and lonely. the loneliness was the worst part, going from the busy compound to a small dorm with a roommate who was never in and when she was she doesn’t spare a glance at me. i had tried everything, bought her gifts, brought her food from the cafeteria yet i was still so alone. i just didn’t want my dad to be disappointed in me, having high expectations to meet. i didn’t tell him i would prefer to study english literature, or that i hate my classes, the teachers and my peers. i put on a mask and faked it. i was back at the compound for a week, a school holiday and i was utterly drained from all of the crushing weight of deadlines.
we had been enemies since first year when he had called me a mud blood when pansy, who i had met on the train, introduced me to him. ever since then we had been at each others throats, spitting insult after insult. mattheos were more looks focused although i wasn’t actually ugly, everyone else’s words, not mine. my insults were more based on his personality.
me and draco have always been enemies, started as a small feud in first year but has grown over time passed. we both have no clue what we originally fought over, yet it’s as strong as ever. seeing as we were both slytherin we were together a lot. i had been friends with the golden trio, yes trio, for a while. i say that because recently i had been feeling more and more left out, like an outsider. i had always helped, like in first year, i was always covering for them. nowadays what with all the talk of death eaters and voldemort, i felt them pulling away, because obviously all slytherins are heartless, wrong.
clay was quiet, never really putting himself out there. i was somewhat popular, invited to parties yet not swarmed by friends. i was kind, never acting above anyone and being able to talk to everyone.