He sat in the desk behind me, he was shy, and very secretive. Nonetheless I was curious about him, he had a darker-brown hair and Hazel eyes that were always hidden. He gets picked on a lot by Flash Thompson, I noticed that since I just moved here to New York.
I'm going to say hello today, I kept telling myself through biology. We were learning about spiders, gross; so I liked to think about something else.
The final bell rang and I closed my textbook and stood up. I turned around to see no one. "Where'd he go?" I quietly ask myself. That was the last class and I really wanted to say something, I'll have to wait until tomorrow.
I walk out the door and turn the corner, I see Flash picking on him again, the next thing scared me, he quickly whirled around and pinned Flash to a locker. A small crowed gathered around, silent from shock and disbelief. He let Flash go and walked away, head down.
He walked right past me, and I was too scared to say something. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I put my book in my locker and walk out the front doors. I remembered I was applying for an internship at Stark Industries and I was practically jumping for joy. I could barely manage to find my way around New York, it's so big...
But I finally found it. I walked inside the front doors and a lady was at the front desk.
"Hi, um, my name is Gwen Stacy and I'm here for the internship." I say. She nods and types something on her computer.
"Mr. Stark will be right with you,"' she says and gives me a small smile. I had to wait there for a while, but it's all worth it. About 3 house later I was finished with the interview and overjoyed that I got the internship. I walked out of Stark Tower and noticed the setting sun.
I had to get home, fast.
I fast walked down the busy sidewalks and worry about if I won't get home on time. A hand grabbed my arm and another covered my mouth so I couldn't scream. The man pinned me against a wall and pulled out a black gun. I could feel the cold metal of the gun barrel press against my head.
'This is it....' I thought. I closed my eyes tightly until the gun barrel was taken of my head. I heard people fighting, but I didn't dare look. "Hey!" The mugger yelled.
"You okay?" Someone unfamiliar asks me. I slowly open one eye to see someone is a skin-tight red and blue suit right in front of me. "Ahh!" I yell and press myself against the cold, brick wall.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he assures putting his hands on my shoulder. "Now are you okay?"
I nod, not sure and who he is. "I'm...I-I'm fine," I say. I wish I could see under his mask, it was a longing tearing at me.
"Good," he says jumps on the wall and climbs up. Climbs up. Climbs up? How can he-? I watch him swing away in awe.
I wonder who he is....?