LONELY HEARTS | ❝You don't have to be a hero, just like I don't have to be sad all the time, but sometimes fate works in strange ways and, well, here we are❞
PRE-CIVIL WAR → HOMECOMING | PETER PARKER
BOOK ONE IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
Plot: tinke...
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DIANA WOKE UP TO THE SOUND OF JESSE'S FRANTIC PREPARATION. The older girl had been hiding out in her room ever since the incident with Peter, barely eating or sleeping. Flash had even gone so far as to do her summer assignments for her so she could rest.
"Why's she holed up in there?" Harrison had demanded one night.
"Because she's depressed, dad," Flash snapped. When his father scoffed and began to comment, the teenager screamed at him to just shut up and leave it be, causing him to be shoved into a wall.
So there Diana was, listening to the sounds of preparation without making any move to do the same for herself. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and not move.
There was a knock on her door. "Diana," Flash called, "Please, it's the first day of school."
She burrowed deeper under her blankets. Maybe if she didn't reply, he would leave. She hid her head underneath the covers and tried to get warm.
The door opened and she inwardly cursed; even after that night when she told Flash to leave, she still kept her door unlocked in case he ever felt the need to climb in with her. She never asked him why he did it, but she needed him to know that he could.
"Diana," he said, shaking her, "C'mon, it's Jesse's first day. Track tryouts are today and everything, we have to be there."
She groaned and curled in on herself. She considered faking sick and staying in bed for as long as she could, but the Thompsons were all smarter than that, they would see through her immediately.
"You can wear a sweater and sweatpants to school, it's not against the rules," he pointed out, poking the mass that was the girl under the blanket.
She groaned and peeked her head out. "Can I take the blanket?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you that cold?"
She glanced away from him, feeling exposed. "Well, yeah, I mean—"
"Take it, do what you want," he interrupted, moving towards the door, "Just please get ready, she's starting to freak out."
Diana nodded and rolled out of her bed and onto her floor, shivering as she laid on the floor. She crawled to her closet, pulling out her baggiest sweater and comfiest sweatpants; she had no one to impress.
She got ready easily enough, avoiding breakfast and interacting with anyone else, slipping in and out of the bathroom. Flash, who used to sit outside of her room texting Gwen until it was time to leave, just listened to music with his earbuds.
Diana thought of Danny and how much he loved music. She thought about how he used to always offer to get her something from the bakery. She remembered that he was actually a fairly decent person.
"Ready to go?" Jesse asked, carrying her extra bags full of books.
"Yeah," Diana whispered, picking up her own set of bags. She was so tired that she could barely wrap her fingers around the handles.
