Noah sat on the F train, headed into Manhattan.
He checked his watch, sure he was still good on time. It was his first day of his junior year of high school and he had a habit of being late. Unfortunately, it was something that had caused him to run afoul of the dean of students multiple times his freshman year, and he was committed to avoiding dealing with the dean this year, unless he absolutely had to do so.
His phone buzzed and he checked the text message from Jason. Something about confirmation about two new students who were coming in from abroad. Noah had heard the rumors from a few days ago and they made sense.
Midtown Magnet High School of Technology and Science was one of the premier high schools in the country when it came to preparing kids to go be engineers and scientists. There were a number of kids who applied from around the world. Hell, Noah wasn’t even sure if he would have been able to get in. But he had.
But a student from Wakanda was interesting. Didn’t they have pretty good schools over there? Maybe it was part of some outreach program. Noah didn’t know much about Wakanda, just that it was in Africa and had a lot of advanced science.
He was deep in his thoughts when sounds from further down the train car interrupted him. He looked up to see a man and a woman in some kind of disagreement over the woman’s purse. It was a bit of a tussle.
The subway car was fairly packed, but he could still make out what was happening.
Maybe he didn’t even know he was doing it, but he was already on his feet, pushing through the crowd, some of whom were shuffling in his direction. Despite going against the flow of traffic, Noah made it through to see the woman punch the man trying to take the purse.
Why wasn’t anyone helping or doing anything?
“Hey!” Noah said, drawing attention to himself. “Leave her alone.”
The man on the ground produced a knife.
“Don’t get involved in this, kid.” The man said.
“Well, here’s the thing, you gotta at least call me a teenager.” Noah said.
“Are you joking?”
“No, I’m fifteen.” He said. “My aunt says I’m short for my age though.”
The guy lunged.
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In the vibrant hub of New York City, Midtown Magnet High School of Technology and Science stood as a beacon of academic excellence. Among its corridors walked Dillon Rogers, an unassuming high school student with an insatiable thirst for knowledge and a knack for unraveling the secrets of the universe.
Dillon's journey began with a simple fascination for the extraordinary. Growing up in a city where superheroes and supervillains clashed on a regular basis, he found himself captivated by the larger-than-life tales of courage and heroism that unfolded before his eyes. As he delved deeper into the lore of these legendary figures, Dillon's intellect and creativity flourished, leading him to pursue an ambitious thesis on alien civilizations that caught the attention of his professors at Midtown Magnet.
As he delved deeper into the lore of these legendary figures, Dillon's intellect and creativity flourished, leading him to pursue an ambitious thesis on alien civilizations that caught the attention of his professors at Midtown Magnet. His groundbreaking research and innovative ideas set him apart as a prodigious talent, earning him admiration and respect from both his peers and mentors.
Unfortunately his peers at Midtown Magnet High School of Technology and Science often dismissed him with derogatory labels like "space dweeb" and "Super Nerd." While his professors recognized his prodigious talent and dedication to his studies, Dillon faced an uphill battle gaining acceptance among his classmates.
The hallways of Midtown Magnet buzzed with chatter and laughter as students moved from one class to another. Yet, for Dillon, the journey from one classroom to the next felt more like navigating a minefield of ridicule and mockery. His enthusiasm for alien civilizations and cosmic mysteries only served to alienate him further from his peers, who couldn't understand his fascination with subjects they deemed "nerdy" or "geeky."
Despite the taunts and jeers, not to mention being shoved into several lockers by the upper classmen, being duct taped to the wall in his Physic's class and numerous 'atomic wedgies'. Dillon remained undeterred in his pursuit of knowledge. He poured himself into his research, spending countless hours in the school's library and tech labs, determined to prove his worth in the face of adversity, plus it kept him away from the main stream of abusive students.
As Dillon made his way through the halls of Midtown Magnet High School of Technology and Science, a sense of anticipation bubbled within him. Today was no ordinary day—it was the day of the Internship Fair hosted by the Parker Foundation, named after the legendary Peter Parker, and overseen by his daughter, May. Excitement thrummed in Dillon's veins as he imagined the possibilities that awaited him at the fair. Landing an internship with the Parker Foundation would be a dream come true—a chance to work alongside the legacy of one of his greatest heroes.
But there was more to today than just the internship fair. Rumors had been circulating about special exchange students visiting from Brazil, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the event. And to Dillon's surprise, he had heard whispers of a student from Wakanda among them, a place shrouded in mystery and legend, not to mention the home of Vibranium and technological marvels that Dillon could only dream of holding.
Dillon's frustration simmered as he checked his watch once more, scanning the crowded room for any sign of his perpetually tardy friend, Noah. Despite their long-standing friendship, Dillon couldn't help but shake his head in exasperation at Noah's chronic habit of running late.
"Noah is going to be late to his own funeral," Dillon muttered under his breath, a mixture of annoyance and amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.
Dillon's journey began with a simple fascination for the extraordinary. Growing up in a city where superheroes and supervillains clashed on a regular basis, he found himself captivated by the larger-than-life tales of courage and heroism that unfolded before his eyes. As he delved deeper into the lore of these legendary figures, Dillon's intellect and creativity flourished, leading him to pursue an ambitious thesis on alien civilizations that caught the attention of his professors at Midtown Magnet.
As he delved deeper into the lore of these legendary figures, Dillon's intellect and creativity flourished, leading him to pursue an ambitious thesis on alien civilizations that caught the attention of his professors at Midtown Magnet. His groundbreaking research and innovative ideas set him apart as a prodigious talent, earning him admiration and respect from both his peers and mentors.
Unfortunately his peers at Midtown Magnet High School of Technology and Science often dismissed him with derogatory labels like "space dweeb" and "Super Nerd." While his professors recognized his prodigious talent and dedication to his studies, Dillon faced an uphill battle gaining acceptance among his classmates.
The hallways of Midtown Magnet buzzed with chatter and laughter as students moved from one class to another. Yet, for Dillon, the journey from one classroom to the next felt more like navigating a minefield of ridicule and mockery. His enthusiasm for alien civilizations and cosmic mysteries only served to alienate him further from his peers, who couldn't understand his fascination with subjects they deemed "nerdy" or "geeky."
Despite the taunts and jeers, not to mention being shoved into several lockers by the upper classmen, being duct taped to the wall in his Physic's class and numerous 'atomic wedgies'. Dillon remained undeterred in his pursuit of knowledge. He poured himself into his research, spending countless hours in the school's library and tech labs, determined to prove his worth in the face of adversity, plus it kept him away from the main stream of abusive students.
As Dillon made his way through the halls of Midtown Magnet High School of Technology and Science, a sense of anticipation bubbled within him. Today was no ordinary day—it was the day of the Internship Fair hosted by the Parker Foundation, named after the legendary Peter Parker, and overseen by his daughter, May. Excitement thrummed in Dillon's veins as he imagined the possibilities that awaited him at the fair. Landing an internship with the Parker Foundation would be a dream come true—a chance to work alongside the legacy of one of his greatest heroes.
But there was more to today than just the internship fair. Rumors had been circulating about special exchange students visiting from Brazil, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the event. And to Dillon's surprise, he had heard whispers of a student from Wakanda among them, a place shrouded in mystery and legend, not to mention the home of Vibranium and technological marvels that Dillon could only dream of holding.
Dillon's frustration simmered as he checked his watch once more, scanning the crowded room for any sign of his perpetually tardy friend, Noah. Despite their long-standing friendship, Dillon couldn't help but shake his head in exasperation at Noah's chronic habit of running late.
"Noah is going to be late to his own funeral," Dillon muttered under his breath, a mixture of annoyance and amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.
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Noah held the ice pack to his jaw. The bruise was starting to form and he was pretty sure he was in the running for a shiner on his right eye. But, all’s well that ends well. He looked over at the EMT. “Can I go now?” He asked.
“You gave your statement to the police?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Noah said, check his watch. He was running out of time, he was going to be late.
Best laid plans of mice and men.
He had stopped the would-be mugger and there had been police at the next stop who were able to assist. He wasn’t sure if the limited knowledge he had from the self-defense course he had accompanied his aunt to at the local YMCA had been that helpful, but it had been better than nothing.
He was back on the train, holding the icepack to his face.
Hopefully it didn’t look too bad.
==-==
“Noah be late? Perish the thought.”
Dillon turned at the familiar voice of Alexander Osborn.
One of the more popular kids at Midtown Magnet, Alex was also one of the wealthiest. Well, his parents were technically the wealthy ones, but the money was in trust, because they had passed away years ago. Alex walked over to Dillon and clapped his friend on the back. “You know Noah, he always shows up right when you need him to.”
“Yeah but not when he needs himself to.”
“That…is a good point.” Alex said. “You ready to hit up the internship fair?” He asked.
Dillon couldn’t help it. He gave Alex a look. “Why are you bothering to go?” He asked. “Everyone knows you’ve got an internship with OsCorp.” He said and Alex nodded.
“Moral support, at the very least.” Alex said. “Besides, one part of my internship is picking up diamonds in the rough that other companies or foundations might overlook.”
“You just made that up.”
“I just made that up.” Alex said. “No, I’m hoping to get a look at the foreign exchange kids.” He said.
“I heard one of them is from Wakanda.” Dillon said as they approached the doors to the gym.
“And the other is from Brazil.” Alex replied.
“You have to wonder why they’re here.”
“To steal our internships, obviously.” A third voice said.
Alex winced, turning to see Henrietta Warren walking towards them. Henrietta, or Henry, or Hen, was quite the stickler for the books and for getting good grades. Alex was the one who had started calling her “Hen” because she had a tendency to get overzealous and on everyone’s case when it came to their homework.
Nothing like being hen-pecked.
“Henry, glad you could join us.” He said as Henrietta took a gulp from her coffee.
“Where’s Noah?”
“Late.”
“I told him to set his alarm.” She said, rolling her eyes. The blonde girl shrugged. “His funeral.”
“You gave your statement to the police?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Noah said, check his watch. He was running out of time, he was going to be late.
Best laid plans of mice and men.
He had stopped the would-be mugger and there had been police at the next stop who were able to assist. He wasn’t sure if the limited knowledge he had from the self-defense course he had accompanied his aunt to at the local YMCA had been that helpful, but it had been better than nothing.
He was back on the train, holding the icepack to his face.
Hopefully it didn’t look too bad.
==-==
“Noah be late? Perish the thought.”
Dillon turned at the familiar voice of Alexander Osborn.
One of the more popular kids at Midtown Magnet, Alex was also one of the wealthiest. Well, his parents were technically the wealthy ones, but the money was in trust, because they had passed away years ago. Alex walked over to Dillon and clapped his friend on the back. “You know Noah, he always shows up right when you need him to.”
“Yeah but not when he needs himself to.”
“That…is a good point.” Alex said. “You ready to hit up the internship fair?” He asked.
Dillon couldn’t help it. He gave Alex a look. “Why are you bothering to go?” He asked. “Everyone knows you’ve got an internship with OsCorp.” He said and Alex nodded.
“Moral support, at the very least.” Alex said. “Besides, one part of my internship is picking up diamonds in the rough that other companies or foundations might overlook.”
“You just made that up.”
“I just made that up.” Alex said. “No, I’m hoping to get a look at the foreign exchange kids.” He said.
“I heard one of them is from Wakanda.” Dillon said as they approached the doors to the gym.
“And the other is from Brazil.” Alex replied.
“You have to wonder why they’re here.”
“To steal our internships, obviously.” A third voice said.
Alex winced, turning to see Henrietta Warren walking towards them. Henrietta, or Henry, or Hen, was quite the stickler for the books and for getting good grades. Alex was the one who had started calling her “Hen” because she had a tendency to get overzealous and on everyone’s case when it came to their homework.
Nothing like being hen-pecked.
“Henry, glad you could join us.” He said as Henrietta took a gulp from her coffee.
“Where’s Noah?”
“Late.”
“I told him to set his alarm.” She said, rolling her eyes. The blonde girl shrugged. “His funeral.”
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"Maybe he just got a late start" Dillon offered up as they walked into the crowded gym.
Dillon's attempt to excuse Noah's lateness elicited a skeptical glance from Henrietta. Her brow furrowed slightly as she regarded Dillon with a hint of skepticism, clearly unimpressed by his weak justification.
"Getting a late start seems to be Noah's usual modus operandi," Henrietta remarked dryly, her tone laced with a touch of disapproval.
"True, but we've all come to expect it from him by now," Alex chimed in, offering a more lenient perspective. "Let's give him the benefit of the doubt this time."
Both Henrietta and Dillon turned to look at Alex, both tilted their head slightly with the same 'really?' expression on their faces.
As Dillon reflected on the day's events, a warm sense of gratitude washed over him. Despite his natural shyness and introversion, he found solace and strength in the friendship of Noah, Henrietta, and Alex. In their presence, he felt accepted and valued, his insecurities melting away as he basked in the warmth of their camaraderie.
Noah's easygoing nature and infectious enthusiasm, with the exception of his tardiness, never failed to lift Dillon's spirits, making him feel at ease even in the most daunting of situations. Henrietta's steadfast support and unwavering determination served as a source of inspiration, encouraging Dillon to push past his comfort zone and embrace new experiences. And Alex's sharp wit, intellect and genuine kindness provided a sense of stability and reassurance, reminding Dillon that he was never alone in his journey. Together, they formed a tight-knit group bound by mutual respect, understanding, and a shared love of science. In their company, Dillon felt more confident and welcomed than he ever thought possible, his self-doubt giving way to a sense of belonging that filled him with joy and gratitude.
As the group made their way through the Science Fair, their curiosity sparked by the array of booths and displays, they found themselves immersed in a world of innovation and discovery.
Henrietta, ever the stickler for detail, gravitated towards the booths showcasing meticulous experiments and meticulously documented research. She engaged in thoughtful discussions with the presenters, asking probing questions and offering insightful feedback, her keen intellect shining brightly, if not sometimes coming across as rude and condescending.
Alex, with his sharp mind, snarky wit and insatiable curiosity, was drawn to the booths featuring cutting-edge technology and groundbreaking advancements. He eagerly absorbed information about the latest scientific breakthroughs, his eyes alight with excitement as he envisioned the possibilities they held for the future. Dillon couldn't help but smirk a bit knowing that Alex's interest at the various booths wasn't just for scientific curiosity, but for recruitment reasons as well.
Meanwhile, Dillon found himself captivated by the booths exploring the mysteries of the cosmos and the wonders of outer space. He eagerly listened to presentations on alien civilizations, black holes, and the search for extraterrestrial life, his imagination soaring to new heights with each passing moment.
Dillon's frustration mounted as he glanced at his watch once more, his brow furrowing in concern. The anticipation of May Parker's imminent arrival at the Science Fair heightened the urgency of Noah's absence, and Dillon couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him.
His friends exchanged worried glances, their eyes scanning the bustling crowd for any sign of Noah's familiar figure. Henrietta's stern expression softened with concern, while Alex's usually composed demeanor betrayed a hint of anxiety.
"Where the hell is Noah?!" Dillon exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and worry. He knew that Noah's tendency to run late was nothing new, but this time felt different—May Parker's presence added an extra layer of urgency to the situation.
As they watched, the entrance to the gym remained conspicuously empty, devoid of any sign of their missing friend. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they waited, each passing second amplifying Dillon's growing sense of dread.
Just as Dillon was about to suggest going to look for Noah, a familiar voice rang out from behind them. "Sorry I'm late, guys!" Noah smiled with a quick wave of his hand, and a beautiful black eye forming on his face.
"Oh that's just awesome!" Alex laughs and holding up his cell phone and snaps a picture.
Henrietta buries her face in her hand. "God, you are so embarrassing sometimes."
"Jesus Noah! Are you ok?" Dillon asks with genuine concern on his face.
Dillon's attempt to excuse Noah's lateness elicited a skeptical glance from Henrietta. Her brow furrowed slightly as she regarded Dillon with a hint of skepticism, clearly unimpressed by his weak justification.
"Getting a late start seems to be Noah's usual modus operandi," Henrietta remarked dryly, her tone laced with a touch of disapproval.
"True, but we've all come to expect it from him by now," Alex chimed in, offering a more lenient perspective. "Let's give him the benefit of the doubt this time."
Both Henrietta and Dillon turned to look at Alex, both tilted their head slightly with the same 'really?' expression on their faces.
As Dillon reflected on the day's events, a warm sense of gratitude washed over him. Despite his natural shyness and introversion, he found solace and strength in the friendship of Noah, Henrietta, and Alex. In their presence, he felt accepted and valued, his insecurities melting away as he basked in the warmth of their camaraderie.
Noah's easygoing nature and infectious enthusiasm, with the exception of his tardiness, never failed to lift Dillon's spirits, making him feel at ease even in the most daunting of situations. Henrietta's steadfast support and unwavering determination served as a source of inspiration, encouraging Dillon to push past his comfort zone and embrace new experiences. And Alex's sharp wit, intellect and genuine kindness provided a sense of stability and reassurance, reminding Dillon that he was never alone in his journey. Together, they formed a tight-knit group bound by mutual respect, understanding, and a shared love of science. In their company, Dillon felt more confident and welcomed than he ever thought possible, his self-doubt giving way to a sense of belonging that filled him with joy and gratitude.
As the group made their way through the Science Fair, their curiosity sparked by the array of booths and displays, they found themselves immersed in a world of innovation and discovery.
Henrietta, ever the stickler for detail, gravitated towards the booths showcasing meticulous experiments and meticulously documented research. She engaged in thoughtful discussions with the presenters, asking probing questions and offering insightful feedback, her keen intellect shining brightly, if not sometimes coming across as rude and condescending.
Alex, with his sharp mind, snarky wit and insatiable curiosity, was drawn to the booths featuring cutting-edge technology and groundbreaking advancements. He eagerly absorbed information about the latest scientific breakthroughs, his eyes alight with excitement as he envisioned the possibilities they held for the future. Dillon couldn't help but smirk a bit knowing that Alex's interest at the various booths wasn't just for scientific curiosity, but for recruitment reasons as well.
Meanwhile, Dillon found himself captivated by the booths exploring the mysteries of the cosmos and the wonders of outer space. He eagerly listened to presentations on alien civilizations, black holes, and the search for extraterrestrial life, his imagination soaring to new heights with each passing moment.
Dillon's frustration mounted as he glanced at his watch once more, his brow furrowing in concern. The anticipation of May Parker's imminent arrival at the Science Fair heightened the urgency of Noah's absence, and Dillon couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at him.
His friends exchanged worried glances, their eyes scanning the bustling crowd for any sign of Noah's familiar figure. Henrietta's stern expression softened with concern, while Alex's usually composed demeanor betrayed a hint of anxiety.
"Where the hell is Noah?!" Dillon exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and worry. He knew that Noah's tendency to run late was nothing new, but this time felt different—May Parker's presence added an extra layer of urgency to the situation.
As they watched, the entrance to the gym remained conspicuously empty, devoid of any sign of their missing friend. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as they waited, each passing second amplifying Dillon's growing sense of dread.
Just as Dillon was about to suggest going to look for Noah, a familiar voice rang out from behind them. "Sorry I'm late, guys!" Noah smiled with a quick wave of his hand, and a beautiful black eye forming on his face.
"Oh that's just awesome!" Alex laughs and holding up his cell phone and snaps a picture.
Henrietta buries her face in her hand. "God, you are so embarrassing sometimes."
"Jesus Noah! Are you ok?" Dillon asks with genuine concern on his face.
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Noah sheepish smiled, rubbing at the bruise on his face near his eye. “Oh, yeah.”
“That’s all you have to say?” Henrietta asked and he thought about it for a moment, before nodding slowly. “What happened?” She asked.
“I got into a fight on the subway, stopping someone from being mugged.” He said as Alex snapped another picture.
She sighed. “What have I said about getting into fights with people?” She asked. “That’s the job for the police.”
He nodded. “Sure, but there weren’t any cops around. Someone had to do something.”
“And that someone had to be you, right?” Alex asked, putting the phone away and Noah shrugged in response. “I would say that the look is an improvement, but I would be lying.” He said, giving Noah a good natured punch in the arm.
When Noah winced, Henry shook her head. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked. “We can take you to the nurse.”
“Nah.” Noah said. “The EMTs checked me out and gave me a clean bill of health. The shiner will go down in a few days. Besides, I’m not going to miss this.” He said, gesturing around. “What have you guys seen?” He asked.
“Well, there’s been a lot of interesting research into the stars.” Dillon said, pointing over at a few of the booths. “I was listening to one of the talks about alien civilizations that may be closer than we think. You know, Earth has been visited in the past. We’ve had aliens among us. But there’s still so much out there for us to find.” He said.
“Luckily, that leaves Dillon with a lot of work to be done.” Alex said. “A lot of the booths are going to be winding down soon, most of the names have been taken.”
Henry chewed her lip as she looked around. “I think there’s been a few that are already completely full, Noah. Your good deed may have done you in when it came to getting an internship.” She said.
“Even the Parker Foundation?” Noah asked, crestfallen. He looked over at the booth which had some of the employees and volunteers at the Foundation talking with some students.
“That was one of the first to get swarmed.” Dillon said, sadly. He looked over at where Noah was looking. “We haven’t seen May Parker yet, but she’s supposed to be making an appearance. She’s got her speech to the students in a little bit, so she’s bound to be here sooner or later.”
“Sooner is right.” Henry said, a little bit of awe coming into her voice.
The boys turned and followed her gaze as May Parker walked into the gym. May Parker, the program director at the Parker Foundation was every bit as advertised. She was wearing a business suit and walked through the students, an assistant by her side. The hair was unmistakable. Alex mentioned how he had heard that her father had been rather proud that her mother’s genes had taken root, but then again knowing what they knew of genetics it wasn’t surprising.
The redheaded woman had purpose on her face and in her walk, giving Henry a vision of what she could be. Something to aspire to.
Dillon saw a woman who had confidence and knew what she brought to the table while still maintaining the ability to be open about what others could help with.
Noah…Noah saw someone who could help him find his path in life.
“We gotta get seats.” Noah said as they continued to watch her and Dillon nodded.
“Sounds like a plan.”
“That’s all you have to say?” Henrietta asked and he thought about it for a moment, before nodding slowly. “What happened?” She asked.
“I got into a fight on the subway, stopping someone from being mugged.” He said as Alex snapped another picture.
She sighed. “What have I said about getting into fights with people?” She asked. “That’s the job for the police.”
He nodded. “Sure, but there weren’t any cops around. Someone had to do something.”
“And that someone had to be you, right?” Alex asked, putting the phone away and Noah shrugged in response. “I would say that the look is an improvement, but I would be lying.” He said, giving Noah a good natured punch in the arm.
When Noah winced, Henry shook her head. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked. “We can take you to the nurse.”
“Nah.” Noah said. “The EMTs checked me out and gave me a clean bill of health. The shiner will go down in a few days. Besides, I’m not going to miss this.” He said, gesturing around. “What have you guys seen?” He asked.
“Well, there’s been a lot of interesting research into the stars.” Dillon said, pointing over at a few of the booths. “I was listening to one of the talks about alien civilizations that may be closer than we think. You know, Earth has been visited in the past. We’ve had aliens among us. But there’s still so much out there for us to find.” He said.
“Luckily, that leaves Dillon with a lot of work to be done.” Alex said. “A lot of the booths are going to be winding down soon, most of the names have been taken.”
Henry chewed her lip as she looked around. “I think there’s been a few that are already completely full, Noah. Your good deed may have done you in when it came to getting an internship.” She said.
“Even the Parker Foundation?” Noah asked, crestfallen. He looked over at the booth which had some of the employees and volunteers at the Foundation talking with some students.
“That was one of the first to get swarmed.” Dillon said, sadly. He looked over at where Noah was looking. “We haven’t seen May Parker yet, but she’s supposed to be making an appearance. She’s got her speech to the students in a little bit, so she’s bound to be here sooner or later.”
“Sooner is right.” Henry said, a little bit of awe coming into her voice.
The boys turned and followed her gaze as May Parker walked into the gym. May Parker, the program director at the Parker Foundation was every bit as advertised. She was wearing a business suit and walked through the students, an assistant by her side. The hair was unmistakable. Alex mentioned how he had heard that her father had been rather proud that her mother’s genes had taken root, but then again knowing what they knew of genetics it wasn’t surprising.
The redheaded woman had purpose on her face and in her walk, giving Henry a vision of what she could be. Something to aspire to.
Dillon saw a woman who had confidence and knew what she brought to the table while still maintaining the ability to be open about what others could help with.
Noah…Noah saw someone who could help him find his path in life.
“We gotta get seats.” Noah said as they continued to watch her and Dillon nodded.
“Sounds like a plan.”
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As the crowd surged forward to secure seats for May Parker's presentation, Alex's trademark smile lit up his face as he glanced at his friends. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he gestured towards the front row, where four open seats beckoned invitingly.
Dillon's eyes widened in surprise as he followed Alex's gaze, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the prime seating arrangement. Henrietta raised an eyebrow, her initial skepticism giving way to a begrudging smile of appreciation. Even Noah, typically nonchalant in such situations, couldn't help but grin at Alex's thoughtful gesture. With a shared sense of excitement and gratitude, the group hurried towards the front row, their footsteps quickening with each passing moment. As they settled into their seats, Dillon couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his friend's resourcefulness and generosity.
"Nice work, Alex," Dillon whispered, offering his friend a grateful nod.
Alex shrugged modestly, though a hint of satisfaction shone in his eyes. "Just doing my part to ensure we have the best seats in the house," he replied with a grin.
Dillon's eyes widened in surprise as he followed Alex's gaze, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the prime seating arrangement. Henrietta raised an eyebrow, her initial skepticism giving way to a begrudging smile of appreciation. Even Noah, typically nonchalant in such situations, couldn't help but grin at Alex's thoughtful gesture. With a shared sense of excitement and gratitude, the group hurried towards the front row, their footsteps quickening with each passing moment. As they settled into their seats, Dillon couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his friend's resourcefulness and generosity.
"Nice work, Alex," Dillon whispered, offering his friend a grateful nod.
Alex shrugged modestly, though a hint of satisfaction shone in his eyes. "Just doing my part to ensure we have the best seats in the house," he replied with a grin.
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Principal Gardner stepped up to the podium and adjusted his bowtie. As principals went, he was fairly chill. He was on the younger side. He didn’t try to be one of the fellow students, but he also didn’t feel like an adult either. He was relatable in a cool, affable way. He was no Jonathan Moreland, the Dean of Students, that was for sure.
“Alright, alright.” He said, his voice projecting over the speakers and settling down most of the noise from the crowd of students. “I’m not here to take up a lot of time. You already know who I am, and you know who’s about to speak. So let’s put together a Midtown Magnet welcome for May Parker, the director of the Parker Foundation.”
There was a round of applause as May rose from her seat and stepped over to the podium. She looked out over the students in attendance, a smile on her face.
“The Midtown Magnets.” She said. “It’s been a while since I got to call myself that. Well, technically, the school wasn’t a magnet school or in Manhattan at the time. It was a different kind of midtown back then.” She said. “But I think in a way that’s kind of important to highlight. We don’t know where we’re going to be in the future. When the school was founded, the founders couldn’t have foreseen what was going to become of the school. They had high hopes and dreams though, and they worked hard to accomplish those dreams. Most of you know of my dad, Peter Parker. He was a respected scientist and he pursued his dreams no matter what. He always made sure that every day he was working towards something better, something bigger.”
She looked around, finding different sets of eyes as she spoke. May had inherited her mother’s looks and also her mother’s magnetic personality. Even if they weren’t already interested in what she had to say, May’s ability to connect with an audience was really quite top notch.
“Years ago, he used to work for the Daily Bugle, as a photographer. It wasn’t what he wanted to do, but it was what he needed to do. He needed to be able to put food on the table for my mother and myself. Sure, my mom was a model, but he knew he needed to hold up his end of the bargain. Where I’m going with this is that you all are going to face choices in life. Some of you will face obstacles that seem insurmountable. They’re going to be readily apparent. Others are going to face challenges that are below the surface. Everyone has their journey. We have to keep our eyes on our dreams.”
She smiled, looking down at the podium for a moment.
“Sometimes we realize those dreams change. That’s fine. The important thing is to keep taking one step forward. Even if that step forward looks like a step backward at the moment. You’ve all been able to speak with different organizations and companies today when it comes to internships and potential apprentice programs. That’s great. You’re taking that first step. If you’re selected, congratulations. If you’re not selected, congratulations. You took that first step. The question is, if you don’t get the internship you wanted, what are you going to do about it? What’s the next step?” She said.
She continued to look around, her eyes finding Noah for a moment and then Henry and then Dillon before moving onwards.
“Remember that you can’t forget your past, because it makes your present. But it can’t hold you back from your future.” She said. “I can’t wait to see all the things you will do, with the remainder of your time here at Midtown Magnet and in the future. I’m waiting and I’ll see you there.”
“Alright, alright.” He said, his voice projecting over the speakers and settling down most of the noise from the crowd of students. “I’m not here to take up a lot of time. You already know who I am, and you know who’s about to speak. So let’s put together a Midtown Magnet welcome for May Parker, the director of the Parker Foundation.”
There was a round of applause as May rose from her seat and stepped over to the podium. She looked out over the students in attendance, a smile on her face.
“The Midtown Magnets.” She said. “It’s been a while since I got to call myself that. Well, technically, the school wasn’t a magnet school or in Manhattan at the time. It was a different kind of midtown back then.” She said. “But I think in a way that’s kind of important to highlight. We don’t know where we’re going to be in the future. When the school was founded, the founders couldn’t have foreseen what was going to become of the school. They had high hopes and dreams though, and they worked hard to accomplish those dreams. Most of you know of my dad, Peter Parker. He was a respected scientist and he pursued his dreams no matter what. He always made sure that every day he was working towards something better, something bigger.”
She looked around, finding different sets of eyes as she spoke. May had inherited her mother’s looks and also her mother’s magnetic personality. Even if they weren’t already interested in what she had to say, May’s ability to connect with an audience was really quite top notch.
“Years ago, he used to work for the Daily Bugle, as a photographer. It wasn’t what he wanted to do, but it was what he needed to do. He needed to be able to put food on the table for my mother and myself. Sure, my mom was a model, but he knew he needed to hold up his end of the bargain. Where I’m going with this is that you all are going to face choices in life. Some of you will face obstacles that seem insurmountable. They’re going to be readily apparent. Others are going to face challenges that are below the surface. Everyone has their journey. We have to keep our eyes on our dreams.”
She smiled, looking down at the podium for a moment.
“Sometimes we realize those dreams change. That’s fine. The important thing is to keep taking one step forward. Even if that step forward looks like a step backward at the moment. You’ve all been able to speak with different organizations and companies today when it comes to internships and potential apprentice programs. That’s great. You’re taking that first step. If you’re selected, congratulations. If you’re not selected, congratulations. You took that first step. The question is, if you don’t get the internship you wanted, what are you going to do about it? What’s the next step?” She said.
She continued to look around, her eyes finding Noah for a moment and then Henry and then Dillon before moving onwards.
“Remember that you can’t forget your past, because it makes your present. But it can’t hold you back from your future.” She said. “I can’t wait to see all the things you will do, with the remainder of your time here at Midtown Magnet and in the future. I’m waiting and I’ll see you there.”
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As May Parker's voice filled the gymnasium, Dillon listened intently, hanging on to her every word. Her passion and conviction resonated with him, stirring something deep within his soul. Lost in the moment, he hardly noticed the thrum of excitement pulsing through the crowd around him.
Then, as if by some stroke of fate, their eyes met. May's gaze, piercing and determined, locked onto Dillon's, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath caught in his throat. It was as if May could see straight into his soul, peeling back the layers of doubt and uncertainty to reveal the potential that lay within him. In her eyes, Dillon saw not just the legacy of her father, but the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.
For a fleeting moment, Dillon felt as though he could do anything—that the barriers holding him back had been shattered in an instant. And though he struggled to maintain his composure, a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, filling him with a newfound sense of purpose and determination.
"Dude, I think you got a 'chubby'."
Dillon's world screeched to a halt as Alex's whispered words shattered the intense moment with May Parker. His cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, and he recoiled instinctively, mortified by his friend's crude observation.
"Dude, what?!" Dillon sputtered, his heart sinking as he realized the magnitude of Alex's remark. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and he could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading through every fiber of his being.
Henrietta shot Alex a withering glare, her expression a mix of disbelief and disapproval. "Seriously, Alex? Have some tact," she hissed, her voice laced with irritation.
Noah, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, guys, let's not make a big deal out of this," he said, though his discomfort was evident.
Then, as if by some stroke of fate, their eyes met. May's gaze, piercing and determined, locked onto Dillon's, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath caught in his throat. It was as if May could see straight into his soul, peeling back the layers of doubt and uncertainty to reveal the potential that lay within him. In her eyes, Dillon saw not just the legacy of her father, but the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.
For a fleeting moment, Dillon felt as though he could do anything—that the barriers holding him back had been shattered in an instant. And though he struggled to maintain his composure, a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, filling him with a newfound sense of purpose and determination.
"Dude, I think you got a 'chubby'."
Dillon's world screeched to a halt as Alex's whispered words shattered the intense moment with May Parker. His cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, and he recoiled instinctively, mortified by his friend's crude observation.
"Dude, what?!" Dillon sputtered, his heart sinking as he realized the magnitude of Alex's remark. The weight of the situation crashed down on him, and he could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading through every fiber of his being.
Henrietta shot Alex a withering glare, her expression a mix of disbelief and disapproval. "Seriously, Alex? Have some tact," she hissed, her voice laced with irritation.
Noah, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with a nervous chuckle. "Come on, guys, let's not make a big deal out of this," he said, though his discomfort was evident.
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Noah gave Alex a punch in the arm.
"What?" Alex said, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm just used to it. I've seen May Parker before."
"You have?" Dillon asked before he nodded. "Well, yeah that makes sense now that I think about it."
"Osborns, Parkers." Alex said and interlinked his fingers. "We've been known to frequent some of the same circles." He looked over at Noah. "Speaking of which, I know the Parker Foundation is having one internship spot. You probably need to go find her." He said.
Noah looked over his shoulder.
May Parker was talking with Principal Gardner and below, right at where the platform ended, were a throng of hopefuls.
"Oh man..." Noah said. "I didn't think they'd be swarming her so soon." He said.
Henry gave him a helpful shove and Noah started fumbling with his backpack, to grab his resume and high school grades so far. He was about to join the bunch of students vying for May's attention, when it seemed as though someone just slid directly, almost perfectly, in front of him. He looked up at the much taller person standing in front of him.
"Mr. Poole." Jonathan Moreland said. "It's been brought to my attention you were late today." He said. "At the end of last year, we had a conversation about your repeated tardiness and you promised me you were going to fix that over the summer." He said. "Shall we continue this conversation in my office?" He asked.
Noah peeked around the dean, who moved and blocked Noah's view. Again.
"It wasn't a request."
"What?" Alex said, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm just used to it. I've seen May Parker before."
"You have?" Dillon asked before he nodded. "Well, yeah that makes sense now that I think about it."
"Osborns, Parkers." Alex said and interlinked his fingers. "We've been known to frequent some of the same circles." He looked over at Noah. "Speaking of which, I know the Parker Foundation is having one internship spot. You probably need to go find her." He said.
Noah looked over his shoulder.
May Parker was talking with Principal Gardner and below, right at where the platform ended, were a throng of hopefuls.
"Oh man..." Noah said. "I didn't think they'd be swarming her so soon." He said.
Henry gave him a helpful shove and Noah started fumbling with his backpack, to grab his resume and high school grades so far. He was about to join the bunch of students vying for May's attention, when it seemed as though someone just slid directly, almost perfectly, in front of him. He looked up at the much taller person standing in front of him.
"Mr. Poole." Jonathan Moreland said. "It's been brought to my attention you were late today." He said. "At the end of last year, we had a conversation about your repeated tardiness and you promised me you were going to fix that over the summer." He said. "Shall we continue this conversation in my office?" He asked.
Noah peeked around the dean, who moved and blocked Noah's view. Again.
"It wasn't a request."
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Dillon's face was still flushed from Alex's earlier comment, but seeing Noah in trouble with Dean Moreland sparked a sudden, reckless determination within him. As Noah and the Dean walked towards the office, Dillon turned to Alex and Henrietta.
"Follow along, guys," he said quietly, a plan forming in his mind.
Before they could react, Dillon grabbed his backpack and threw it through the air. It sailed between a startled Alex and Henrietta, hitting Dean Moreland squarely in the back.
The gymnasium fell silent as Dean Moreland stumbled slightly, then slowly turned to face the group, his expression stern and unforgiving.
Both Alex and Henrietta had seen that look before on the Dean's face. They looked at each other and then simultaneously pointed at Dillon.
"It was all him." Alex stated.
"I warned him that no good could come from his actions." Henrietta stated in a matter of fact tone.
Dillon glanced back quickly at the two with a wide eye incredulous stare. "That...that was best you guys could come up with?"
"Dillon Rogers," the Dean began, causing Dillon to snap his head forward. Dean Moreland continued, his voice dripping with authority, "what is the meaning of this?"
As the Dean began walking back towards them, his attention fully on Dillon, Dillon seized the moment. He shot a quick, meaningful glance at Noah and subtly gestured for him to slip away and meet May Parker while they had the Dean distracted.
Noah's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly understood Dillon's plan. He nodded imperceptibly, then, taking advantage of the Dean's diverted focus, he quietly edged away from the scene and made his way towards the stage where May Parker was talking with other students.
Meanwhile, Dillon braced himself for the inevitable lecture. Dean Moreland stopped in front of him, arms crossed, his stern gaze boring into Dillon.
"Explain yourself," the Dean demanded, his tone leaving no room for excuses.
Dillon took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. "I'm sorry, Dean Moreland. It was an impulsive decision, and you see, Alex said something that was insulting."
Alex pointed at himself with a 'Who...me?' expression of innocents on his face.
"So I threw my backpack at him out of irritation. And...well...I'm not a very good athletic person and I...um..."
"Yes...you missed." Dean Moreland deadpanned.
As Dean Moreland continued to lecture Dillon, Alex and Henrietta stood by, their faces a mix of surprise and admiration for Dillon's quick thinking. They knew the stakes had been high, but Dillon's bold move had given Noah a chance to seize an important opportunity.
"Follow along, guys," he said quietly, a plan forming in his mind.
Before they could react, Dillon grabbed his backpack and threw it through the air. It sailed between a startled Alex and Henrietta, hitting Dean Moreland squarely in the back.
The gymnasium fell silent as Dean Moreland stumbled slightly, then slowly turned to face the group, his expression stern and unforgiving.
Both Alex and Henrietta had seen that look before on the Dean's face. They looked at each other and then simultaneously pointed at Dillon.
"It was all him." Alex stated.
"I warned him that no good could come from his actions." Henrietta stated in a matter of fact tone.
Dillon glanced back quickly at the two with a wide eye incredulous stare. "That...that was best you guys could come up with?"
"Dillon Rogers," the Dean began, causing Dillon to snap his head forward. Dean Moreland continued, his voice dripping with authority, "what is the meaning of this?"
As the Dean began walking back towards them, his attention fully on Dillon, Dillon seized the moment. He shot a quick, meaningful glance at Noah and subtly gestured for him to slip away and meet May Parker while they had the Dean distracted.
Noah's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly understood Dillon's plan. He nodded imperceptibly, then, taking advantage of the Dean's diverted focus, he quietly edged away from the scene and made his way towards the stage where May Parker was talking with other students.
Meanwhile, Dillon braced himself for the inevitable lecture. Dean Moreland stopped in front of him, arms crossed, his stern gaze boring into Dillon.
"Explain yourself," the Dean demanded, his tone leaving no room for excuses.
Dillon took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. "I'm sorry, Dean Moreland. It was an impulsive decision, and you see, Alex said something that was insulting."
Alex pointed at himself with a 'Who...me?' expression of innocents on his face.
"So I threw my backpack at him out of irritation. And...well...I'm not a very good athletic person and I...um..."
"Yes...you missed." Dean Moreland deadpanned.
As Dean Moreland continued to lecture Dillon, Alex and Henrietta stood by, their faces a mix of surprise and admiration for Dillon's quick thinking. They knew the stakes had been high, but Dillon's bold move had given Noah a chance to seize an important opportunity.
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Noah had seen his moment and had seized it. He had seen what Dillon had done for him and had thanked his friend, silently. No need to bring further attention to him. Making his way through the throng of people, he kept his eyes on May Parker. He had to get to her and talk to her. There was no way around it. How many more opportunities would he have to speak to the leader of the Parker Foundation? Maybe if he camped outside of their Manhattan offices but no doubt Aunt Julie would have an issue with that.
He was about to break through, when a hand grabbed him from behind, taking him by the loop on his backpack and lifting him up.
“What the-” He said, craning his neck to see who was doing this to him.
Marcus Holloway, gave him a look. “Where do you think you’re going, Poole?” He asked.
“To the bathroom?” Noah offered and the older kid laughed.
Midtown Magnet was not known for its sports teams. But among what little of athletics it had was a basketball team. Marcus Holloway was one of the leads of that team. And as it often was the case with most basketball players, he was tall. Close to six feet, and he was only a junior.
“I mean, I could help you get there if you wanted.” Marcus replied, thumbing in the direction of the bathrooms with his free hand.
Towards the complete opposite side of the gym.
“Seems like you’re a little lost.” Marcus added, nonchalantly.
“Right, no. See I know the bathrooms are there, but they don’t have the nicest seats, you know?” Noah said. “So I was thinking I would cut through the back and head to the biology lab and-”
“Dean Moreland, we got a runner.” Marcus interrupted.
The Dean’s head whipped around, all thought of dealing with Dillon gone from his head. “Mr. Poole, what are you doing?” He asked and Noah, who had still been squirming just dead fished. Moreland pointed at Noah. “Detention.”
He turned to Dillon. “Detention.”
He looked over at Alex and Henry. “You two should get detention.”
“She’s a girl and he’s rich?” Noah asked. “That hardly seems fair.”
“You are not helping.” Alex said and Henry nodded.
“Detention.” Moreland said.
He was about to break through, when a hand grabbed him from behind, taking him by the loop on his backpack and lifting him up.
“What the-” He said, craning his neck to see who was doing this to him.
Marcus Holloway, gave him a look. “Where do you think you’re going, Poole?” He asked.
“To the bathroom?” Noah offered and the older kid laughed.
Midtown Magnet was not known for its sports teams. But among what little of athletics it had was a basketball team. Marcus Holloway was one of the leads of that team. And as it often was the case with most basketball players, he was tall. Close to six feet, and he was only a junior.
“I mean, I could help you get there if you wanted.” Marcus replied, thumbing in the direction of the bathrooms with his free hand.
Towards the complete opposite side of the gym.
“Seems like you’re a little lost.” Marcus added, nonchalantly.
“Right, no. See I know the bathrooms are there, but they don’t have the nicest seats, you know?” Noah said. “So I was thinking I would cut through the back and head to the biology lab and-”
“Dean Moreland, we got a runner.” Marcus interrupted.
The Dean’s head whipped around, all thought of dealing with Dillon gone from his head. “Mr. Poole, what are you doing?” He asked and Noah, who had still been squirming just dead fished. Moreland pointed at Noah. “Detention.”
He turned to Dillon. “Detention.”
He looked over at Alex and Henry. “You two should get detention.”
“She’s a girl and he’s rich?” Noah asked. “That hardly seems fair.”
“You are not helping.” Alex said and Henry nodded.
“Detention.” Moreland said.
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As Dillon begrudgingly headed towards Detention, still feeling the weight of his earlier impulsive decision, something caught his eye. He glanced towards the far side of the gym where May Parker stood, and beside her was a rugged man who seemed entirely out of place amidst the students and teachers.
The man wore a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, his expression stern and focused. There was something about him—his strong build, weathered face, and the way he carried himself—that screamed military or covert ops. His eyes were sharp, scanning the room with a sense of purpose.
Dillon watched as the man handed May Parker a case that looked more secure than anything Dillon had ever seen. The case was sleek and industrial, with sturdy locks and a digital display on the side, its readout lights blinking softly in a way that suggested whatever was inside was not to be taken lightly.
Dillon's instincts told him that this was no ordinary exchange. His curiosity piqued, he slowed his pace, casting a few careful glances back to see if anyone else had noticed the interaction. Most people were still distracted by the conclusion of the fair, but Dillon couldn’t shake the feeling that something serious was happening right in front of him.
May Parker’s expression had shifted from her usual confident demeanor to something more cautious. She accepted the case with a nod, but there was tension in her body language, like she was aware of the gravity of the situation.
Dillon’s mind raced. What was in that case? Was it something related to the Parker Foundation’s cutting-edge technology? Or something more... dangerous?
As he lingered, the man in the leather jacket gave a brief nod to May, then turned and walked away, moving with a fluid precision that made Dillon think of someone used to handling tough situations. Whoever he was, Dillon knew this was not a simple delivery. He suddenly glanced sideways, his sharp eyes locking onto Dillon. It was only for a brief moment, but the intensity in the man’s gaze sent a chill down Dillon’s spine. It was the kind of look that could have cracked vibranium—cold, unyielding, and laced with warning.
Dillon froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized he had been caught. The stranger’s expression conveyed a clear message: Stay out of this.
For a second, Dillon thought the man might say something or confront him. But after the icy glare, the man turned back and continued walking, his pace steady and deliberate, as if nothing had happened.
Detention now seemed like the last place Dillon wanted to be. Something big was happening, and he was sure it was connected to that case. Glancing around to make sure Dean Moreland wasn’t watching, Dillon slipped into the crowd, heading back towards May Parker, hoping to get closer and perhaps overhear something.
Whatever was going on, Dillon felt a strange pull toward it, a sense that this could be the beginning of something far bigger than anything his everyday life at Midtown Magnet High could offer.
The man wore a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, his expression stern and focused. There was something about him—his strong build, weathered face, and the way he carried himself—that screamed military or covert ops. His eyes were sharp, scanning the room with a sense of purpose.
Dillon watched as the man handed May Parker a case that looked more secure than anything Dillon had ever seen. The case was sleek and industrial, with sturdy locks and a digital display on the side, its readout lights blinking softly in a way that suggested whatever was inside was not to be taken lightly.
Dillon's instincts told him that this was no ordinary exchange. His curiosity piqued, he slowed his pace, casting a few careful glances back to see if anyone else had noticed the interaction. Most people were still distracted by the conclusion of the fair, but Dillon couldn’t shake the feeling that something serious was happening right in front of him.
May Parker’s expression had shifted from her usual confident demeanor to something more cautious. She accepted the case with a nod, but there was tension in her body language, like she was aware of the gravity of the situation.
Dillon’s mind raced. What was in that case? Was it something related to the Parker Foundation’s cutting-edge technology? Or something more... dangerous?
As he lingered, the man in the leather jacket gave a brief nod to May, then turned and walked away, moving with a fluid precision that made Dillon think of someone used to handling tough situations. Whoever he was, Dillon knew this was not a simple delivery. He suddenly glanced sideways, his sharp eyes locking onto Dillon. It was only for a brief moment, but the intensity in the man’s gaze sent a chill down Dillon’s spine. It was the kind of look that could have cracked vibranium—cold, unyielding, and laced with warning.
Dillon froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized he had been caught. The stranger’s expression conveyed a clear message: Stay out of this.
For a second, Dillon thought the man might say something or confront him. But after the icy glare, the man turned back and continued walking, his pace steady and deliberate, as if nothing had happened.
Detention now seemed like the last place Dillon wanted to be. Something big was happening, and he was sure it was connected to that case. Glancing around to make sure Dean Moreland wasn’t watching, Dillon slipped into the crowd, heading back towards May Parker, hoping to get closer and perhaps overhear something.
Whatever was going on, Dillon felt a strange pull toward it, a sense that this could be the beginning of something far bigger than anything his everyday life at Midtown Magnet High could offer.
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One Week Ago
New York City
Asho stood on the balcony of the spacious apartment. The wind of New York was picking up, and she breathed it in. She had been outside of Wakanda before, but not like this. She looked out over what was called the concrete jungle. She found it not unlike the jungle home in Wakanda. There was so much activity, so much life. Keeping track of it all was difficult. She didn’t envy the hunters of this concrete jungle.
The hunters which would soon include her cousin. She turned as he walked out onto the balcony to join her.
“Je’von, are you ready?” She asked.
He nodded as he reached the railing and stood next to her. “I am, cousin.” He said. “The reports of vibranium in New York are not to be taken lightly and I will do no such thing.”
She nodded. “Remember that is what you’re here for. But you are also here to be a student at Midtown Magnet.” Asho said. “We had to pull a few strings in order to ensure you were sent to the school. Yes, it’s part of a cover, but it’s also a good school. You will learn.” Asho said.
“Getting good grades has never been a problem for me, Asho.”
She smiled and reached a hand out, ruffling his hair slightly. “No, it hasn’t been. But don’t forget the most important thing, even if my brother has forgotten it.”
He looked at her.
“Don’t forget to be a kid. Get in trouble.” She said and he grinned. Her eyes flared. “But not too much trouble.” She looked back out over the city. “I will return to visit. For now, I must head to Phoenix, Arizona.”
“Arizona?” He asked.
“There has been another report of vibranium showing up where it shouldn’t. Potentially it was brought into the United States through South America. I will get the answers when I hold the vibranium in my hands.” Asho stated. She reached out and brought her cousin in for a hug. “I will see you soon.”
New York City
Asho stood on the balcony of the spacious apartment. The wind of New York was picking up, and she breathed it in. She had been outside of Wakanda before, but not like this. She looked out over what was called the concrete jungle. She found it not unlike the jungle home in Wakanda. There was so much activity, so much life. Keeping track of it all was difficult. She didn’t envy the hunters of this concrete jungle.
The hunters which would soon include her cousin. She turned as he walked out onto the balcony to join her.
“Je’von, are you ready?” She asked.
He nodded as he reached the railing and stood next to her. “I am, cousin.” He said. “The reports of vibranium in New York are not to be taken lightly and I will do no such thing.”
She nodded. “Remember that is what you’re here for. But you are also here to be a student at Midtown Magnet.” Asho said. “We had to pull a few strings in order to ensure you were sent to the school. Yes, it’s part of a cover, but it’s also a good school. You will learn.” Asho said.
“Getting good grades has never been a problem for me, Asho.”
She smiled and reached a hand out, ruffling his hair slightly. “No, it hasn’t been. But don’t forget the most important thing, even if my brother has forgotten it.”
He looked at her.
“Don’t forget to be a kid. Get in trouble.” She said and he grinned. Her eyes flared. “But not too much trouble.” She looked back out over the city. “I will return to visit. For now, I must head to Phoenix, Arizona.”
“Arizona?” He asked.
“There has been another report of vibranium showing up where it shouldn’t. Potentially it was brought into the United States through South America. I will get the answers when I hold the vibranium in my hands.” Asho stated. She reached out and brought her cousin in for a hug. “I will see you soon.”
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Dillon moved quietly down the hallway, his footsteps soft as he trailed behind May Parker. The noise from the event in the gymnasium faded with each step, replaced by the silence of the nearly empty school corridors. The weight of curiosity pulled him forward, stronger than the guilt he felt for ditching his friends without explanation. There was something about the way that rugged man had looked at him, and the tension in May Parker’s face when she received the secure case—it was impossible to ignore.
The halls were eerily quiet. Most of the students and teachers were still attending the fair, which made Dillon feel exposed but also gave him a clear path to follow. His heart raced as he recalled the blinking lights on the case, the serious exchange. It didn’t feel like a simple delivery; it felt important. And dangerous.
As he approached a corner, Dillon paused, pressing himself against the cool wall and peeking around cautiously. He saw May Parker down the hall, her back to him. She stood in front of a door marked "Faculty Only," tapping in a code on the keypad next to it. Dillon watched as the door slid open smoothly, and May stepped inside, the case still in her hand.
For a moment, Dillon hesitated. This is a bad idea, he thought. He wasn’t some superhero like Peter Parker—he was just a kid who was really good at school and happened to have a keen interest in space and technology. But that nagging curiosity wouldn’t let him turn back. Something important was happening, and he needed to know what it was.
He quickly darted across the hallway and slid up next to the door just as it began to close. He reached out and caught it, easing it open a crack, just wide enough to slip inside unnoticed.
The room he entered was dimly lit, filled with equipment and monitors that hummed softly. It looked like a secure research lab, not something you’d expect to find in a high school, even a prestigious one like Midtown Magnet. May Parker stood at a central table, placing the case down and typing something into a console. Dillon stayed low, hiding behind a stack of crates near the door, watching her intently.
She opened the case, and the soft glow from the display lit up her face. Whatever was inside, Dillon couldn’t see it clearly from his angle, but it emitted a faint, pulsing light. He strained to catch a glimpse, his mind racing with possibilities—was it some kind of advanced tech? Alien in origin? Something connected to the Avengers, or even the remnants of Stark tech?
May Parker’s fingers flew across the console as she keyed in some kind of command. The monitors in the room flickered, displaying rows of data, maps, and schematics that Dillon didn’t fully understand but recognized as important.
“Just as he said,” May muttered to herself, her voice low and serious. “We don’t have much time.”
Dillon’s heart pounded in his chest. Much time for what? He had no idea what he’d stumbled into, but it was clearly something critical. And now, he was stuck in the middle of it. He glanced back at the door, wondering if he should slip out before he got in too deep. But something kept him frozen in place, eyes locked on May as she continued working with the mysterious device.
Then, suddenly, a sound behind him—like steel being drawn from a sheath. Dillon tensed. He wasn’t alone anymore.
The halls were eerily quiet. Most of the students and teachers were still attending the fair, which made Dillon feel exposed but also gave him a clear path to follow. His heart raced as he recalled the blinking lights on the case, the serious exchange. It didn’t feel like a simple delivery; it felt important. And dangerous.
As he approached a corner, Dillon paused, pressing himself against the cool wall and peeking around cautiously. He saw May Parker down the hall, her back to him. She stood in front of a door marked "Faculty Only," tapping in a code on the keypad next to it. Dillon watched as the door slid open smoothly, and May stepped inside, the case still in her hand.
For a moment, Dillon hesitated. This is a bad idea, he thought. He wasn’t some superhero like Peter Parker—he was just a kid who was really good at school and happened to have a keen interest in space and technology. But that nagging curiosity wouldn’t let him turn back. Something important was happening, and he needed to know what it was.
He quickly darted across the hallway and slid up next to the door just as it began to close. He reached out and caught it, easing it open a crack, just wide enough to slip inside unnoticed.
The room he entered was dimly lit, filled with equipment and monitors that hummed softly. It looked like a secure research lab, not something you’d expect to find in a high school, even a prestigious one like Midtown Magnet. May Parker stood at a central table, placing the case down and typing something into a console. Dillon stayed low, hiding behind a stack of crates near the door, watching her intently.
She opened the case, and the soft glow from the display lit up her face. Whatever was inside, Dillon couldn’t see it clearly from his angle, but it emitted a faint, pulsing light. He strained to catch a glimpse, his mind racing with possibilities—was it some kind of advanced tech? Alien in origin? Something connected to the Avengers, or even the remnants of Stark tech?
May Parker’s fingers flew across the console as she keyed in some kind of command. The monitors in the room flickered, displaying rows of data, maps, and schematics that Dillon didn’t fully understand but recognized as important.
“Just as he said,” May muttered to herself, her voice low and serious. “We don’t have much time.”
Dillon’s heart pounded in his chest. Much time for what? He had no idea what he’d stumbled into, but it was clearly something critical. And now, he was stuck in the middle of it. He glanced back at the door, wondering if he should slip out before he got in too deep. But something kept him frozen in place, eyes locked on May as she continued working with the mysterious device.
Then, suddenly, a sound behind him—like steel being drawn from a sheath. Dillon tensed. He wasn’t alone anymore.
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Re: Spiderman: High School is such a drag
May turned around, knowing the sound all too well. She was no stranger to Evan’s claws. Her eyes widened and then narrowed at the sight of one of the high schoolers in the room with her. “Okay, well now the claws make more sense.” May said.
“I’m so sorry.” Dillon replied, his eyes wide in fear. He backpedaled and then turned, now face to face with May. “I’m so sorry.” He said, now to May.
“No, I got it the first time,” She said, “unless you wanted to personalize it.”
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Parker.”
“Personalized, I like it.” She gave him a smile before the moment was interrupted by Evan.
“Should I take this kid and drop him from the roof?”
“Very droll.” May replied. “You’re terrifying him, Ev.” She said as Dillon turned so he was sideways to both of them and his eyes kept moving back and forth.
“He should learn not to sneak in places where he isn’t supposed to be. The door says faculty, kid.”
“Neither of you are teachers here, either.” Dillon replied, emboldened by the idea that May didn’t seem that angry with him.
May laughed. “He’s got us there.”
“What is that?” Dillon asked, his curiosity unable to be held back any further. “I’ve never really seen anything like that but it looks familiar.” He said, pointing at the object on the table. He took an uneasy step forward, first looking over at Evan.
She raised an eyebrow. “You want to take a look?”
“May…” Evan said, with a warning in his tone, but she lifted the hand at her side slightly.
Dillon walked over to the table and checked out the data on the monitors. There was something familiar about it, as he had said to May. The design of it, a beetle looking thing, no that wasn’t it. There was something else. His eyes went back and forth again, this time between the item and the monitors. The symbols. That’s what it was.
“I think I’ve seen those symbols before.” He said. “I’ve read about them or I’ve seen them somewhere.”
“I don’t think they’re from earth.”
May nodded at Evan’s words. “I don’t think they’re from earth either.”
“I think something’s turning on.” Dillon added, drawing May’s attention back to the table.
He was right. There were glowing lights flickering on. She brought a hand up across the teenager’s chest to push him behind her. “Evan…” She said, drifting off as the beetle…turned on.
“I’m so sorry.” Dillon replied, his eyes wide in fear. He backpedaled and then turned, now face to face with May. “I’m so sorry.” He said, now to May.
“No, I got it the first time,” She said, “unless you wanted to personalize it.”
“I’m so sorry, Ms. Parker.”
“Personalized, I like it.” She gave him a smile before the moment was interrupted by Evan.
“Should I take this kid and drop him from the roof?”
“Very droll.” May replied. “You’re terrifying him, Ev.” She said as Dillon turned so he was sideways to both of them and his eyes kept moving back and forth.
“He should learn not to sneak in places where he isn’t supposed to be. The door says faculty, kid.”
“Neither of you are teachers here, either.” Dillon replied, emboldened by the idea that May didn’t seem that angry with him.
May laughed. “He’s got us there.”
“What is that?” Dillon asked, his curiosity unable to be held back any further. “I’ve never really seen anything like that but it looks familiar.” He said, pointing at the object on the table. He took an uneasy step forward, first looking over at Evan.
She raised an eyebrow. “You want to take a look?”
“May…” Evan said, with a warning in his tone, but she lifted the hand at her side slightly.
Dillon walked over to the table and checked out the data on the monitors. There was something familiar about it, as he had said to May. The design of it, a beetle looking thing, no that wasn’t it. There was something else. His eyes went back and forth again, this time between the item and the monitors. The symbols. That’s what it was.
“I think I’ve seen those symbols before.” He said. “I’ve read about them or I’ve seen them somewhere.”
“I don’t think they’re from earth.”
May nodded at Evan’s words. “I don’t think they’re from earth either.”
“I think something’s turning on.” Dillon added, drawing May’s attention back to the table.
He was right. There were glowing lights flickering on. She brought a hand up across the teenager’s chest to push him behind her. “Evan…” She said, drifting off as the beetle…turned on.
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Re: Spiderman: High School is such a drag
Dillon's heart raced as he took in the strange, otherworldly scarab resting in the case. The scarab’s dark blue shell glowed with intricate neon-blue lines, humming with a hauntingly alien sound that seemed to vibrate in the room, rising in pitch with each passing second. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.
Then he noticed the symbols on the computer screen. His jaw dropped. They were identical to ones he’d seen at a symposium on ancient Egyptian mythologies, specifically in the section on Pharaoh Kha-Ef-Re. Historians had theorized that Kha-Ef-Re, known for his brutal rule and odd technologies, might have connections to... something more than myth.
“Oh my God! The Reach!” Dillon whispered, his voice trembling with excitement and fear as he recalled the long-forgotten lecture. The Reach were rumored to be a mysterious alien race tied to ancient artifacts and conquerors of worlds. And the scarab—it wasn’t just any artifact. It was a Reach scarab.
May Parker froze at his words, her eyes widening slightly as she turned toward him. But before she could respond, Evan Stryker—Dillon recognized the claws and briefly wondered if this man was X-Man known as the new Wolverine—stepped forward, his extended adamantium blades gleaming under the dim lights. His gaze flicked from Dillon to May.
“So, that’s why those guys were so intent on it,” Evan muttered, referring back to his recent encounter in the Amazon where mercenaries had ambushed him, their goal clear even if their motives weren’t.
May’s eyes darted from Dillon to Evan. “Exactly. The Reach left these scarabs behind to implant themselves into a host, one capable of wielding its power for their benefit,” she explained, her voice tight. “If the wrong person gains control of this technology, it could mean...”
“...another tyrant like Kha-Ef-Re, or...the Blue Beetle.” Dillon finished the weight of the words settling heavily in the room. He felt a swirl of awe and terror. This scarab was no relic; it was a weapon of mass destruction, or a valuable weapon against enemies of the Earth.
Evan’s gaze softened, but only slightly. He turned to May. “And you’re keeping it here, why?”
“We’re trying to find a way to render it dormant—permanently,” May said, her tone steely. “We thought all the scarabs were accounted for, but that recent meteor shower must have been carrying a new one, or God forbid multiples. We thought it was clearly safer here under the Parker Foundation’s radar.”
Dillon, his mind racing with every revelation, stepped forward. “But if it’s not connected to a host… that means it might be able to choose someone, right?”
May and Evan exchanged a look, and Dillon felt a chill. Whatever the scarab was capable of, they didn’t seem convinced they had full control over it. And now, he realized, he was in far deeper than he had ever intended.
Dillon’s eyes flickered with recognition as he recalled the legacy of the Blue Beetle—a hero who had harnessed the power of a Reach scarab to protect the Earth. Dillon had read everything he could find on the Blue Beetle, especially about Jaime Reyes, the last known person to wield the scarab. But the more recent information was troubling: Jaime Reyes had mysteriously retired and disappeared years ago, leaving the scarab’s current state a mystery.
“So,” Dillon said, his voice filled with both reverence and apprehension, “this scarab… it’s just like Jaime’s, isn’t it?”
May nodded, her expression serious. “It is. This is one of the only other Reach scarabs we’ve managed to recover. But unlike Jaime’s, this one is still fully active. If it connects with the wrong host…”
Dillon’s stomach dropped. He knew the scarab could be a force for good, like Jaime Reyes had shown. But he also knew that in the wrong hands—or under the influence of the Reach itself—it could be catastrophic.
“Wait,” Dillon said, the pieces clicking into place. “So... he was trying to protect it, wasn’t he?” Looking at Stryker.
“Exactly,” May replied, a hint of tension in her voice. “There are people—groups, even governments—that would do anything to harness this kind of power. That’s why it has to stay hidden.”
Then he noticed the symbols on the computer screen. His jaw dropped. They were identical to ones he’d seen at a symposium on ancient Egyptian mythologies, specifically in the section on Pharaoh Kha-Ef-Re. Historians had theorized that Kha-Ef-Re, known for his brutal rule and odd technologies, might have connections to... something more than myth.
“Oh my God! The Reach!” Dillon whispered, his voice trembling with excitement and fear as he recalled the long-forgotten lecture. The Reach were rumored to be a mysterious alien race tied to ancient artifacts and conquerors of worlds. And the scarab—it wasn’t just any artifact. It was a Reach scarab.
May Parker froze at his words, her eyes widening slightly as she turned toward him. But before she could respond, Evan Stryker—Dillon recognized the claws and briefly wondered if this man was X-Man known as the new Wolverine—stepped forward, his extended adamantium blades gleaming under the dim lights. His gaze flicked from Dillon to May.
“So, that’s why those guys were so intent on it,” Evan muttered, referring back to his recent encounter in the Amazon where mercenaries had ambushed him, their goal clear even if their motives weren’t.
May’s eyes darted from Dillon to Evan. “Exactly. The Reach left these scarabs behind to implant themselves into a host, one capable of wielding its power for their benefit,” she explained, her voice tight. “If the wrong person gains control of this technology, it could mean...”
“...another tyrant like Kha-Ef-Re, or...the Blue Beetle.” Dillon finished the weight of the words settling heavily in the room. He felt a swirl of awe and terror. This scarab was no relic; it was a weapon of mass destruction, or a valuable weapon against enemies of the Earth.
Evan’s gaze softened, but only slightly. He turned to May. “And you’re keeping it here, why?”
“We’re trying to find a way to render it dormant—permanently,” May said, her tone steely. “We thought all the scarabs were accounted for, but that recent meteor shower must have been carrying a new one, or God forbid multiples. We thought it was clearly safer here under the Parker Foundation’s radar.”
Dillon, his mind racing with every revelation, stepped forward. “But if it’s not connected to a host… that means it might be able to choose someone, right?”
May and Evan exchanged a look, and Dillon felt a chill. Whatever the scarab was capable of, they didn’t seem convinced they had full control over it. And now, he realized, he was in far deeper than he had ever intended.
Dillon’s eyes flickered with recognition as he recalled the legacy of the Blue Beetle—a hero who had harnessed the power of a Reach scarab to protect the Earth. Dillon had read everything he could find on the Blue Beetle, especially about Jaime Reyes, the last known person to wield the scarab. But the more recent information was troubling: Jaime Reyes had mysteriously retired and disappeared years ago, leaving the scarab’s current state a mystery.
“So,” Dillon said, his voice filled with both reverence and apprehension, “this scarab… it’s just like Jaime’s, isn’t it?”
May nodded, her expression serious. “It is. This is one of the only other Reach scarabs we’ve managed to recover. But unlike Jaime’s, this one is still fully active. If it connects with the wrong host…”
Dillon’s stomach dropped. He knew the scarab could be a force for good, like Jaime Reyes had shown. But he also knew that in the wrong hands—or under the influence of the Reach itself—it could be catastrophic.
“Wait,” Dillon said, the pieces clicking into place. “So... he was trying to protect it, wasn’t he?” Looking at Stryker.
“Exactly,” May replied, a hint of tension in her voice. “There are people—groups, even governments—that would do anything to harness this kind of power. That’s why it has to stay hidden.”
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Re: Spiderman: High School is such a drag
Evan grunted, his gaze lingering on the scarab. “But if it finds a host, hiding won’t be an option.” With a sudden determination, he raised his clawed right hand high in the air, preparing to slam it down onto the scarab.
Dillon’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what was about to happen. “No!” he yelled, instinctively leaping between Evan and the scarab.
The world seemed to freeze as Dillon collided with Evan’s fist. The claws sliced through Dillon's chest with alarming ease, the sharp tips piercing his flesh. A gasp escaped Dillon’s lips, and he felt a rush of pain and warmth spreading from the wound.
As Evan's claws touched the dark blue shell of the scarab, through Dillon's chest, a blinding pulse of light erupted from it, flooding the room with a brilliant radiance that temporarily blinded both May and Evan. They instinctively shielded their eyes, the intensity of the light searing into their retinas.
When the light finally began to fade and their vision cleared, both May and Evan gasped in astonishment. There, perched atop the table where the scarab had lain, was the armored form of the Blue Beetle. The suit gleamed with intricate designs, and its odd glowing ethereal eyes glinted ominously through the eye slots, surveying them with an otherworldly intensity.
“What the…?” Evan breathed, his eyes wide in disbelief. The sudden shift in the atmosphere was electric; the air crackled with the latent energy of the scarab.
May’s heart raced as she looked down. Beneath the armor, Dillon lay unconscious, the suit somehow having encased him in its protective shell. “Dillon!” she exclaimed, her instincts kicking in. She rushed forward, hands outstretched, but the Blue Beetle seemed to react, standing upright with an air of sentience that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
--⎅⍜ ⋏⍜⏁ ⏃⌿⌿⍀⍜⏃☊⊑ ⍜⍀ ⟟ ⌇⊑⏃⌰⌰ ⎍⌇⟒ ⌰⟒⏁⊑⏃⌰ ⎅⟒⎎⟒⋏⌇⟒⌇!--
“Is he… okay?” Evan asked, his voice low and uncertain. “What just happened?”
“I think the scarab chose him,” May said, her eyes darting between the armored being and her unconscious friend. “It must have recognized his will to protect it. But how—?”
The Blue Beetle turned its gaze toward May, as if acknowledging her presence. Then, with a soft hum, it crouched back down, bringing its glowing eyes level with hers. The suit’s movements were fluid, almost as if it had a life of its own, instinctively responding to the energy of the scarab and the emotions swirling in the room.
--⎅⏁⊑⟒ ☊⍀⎍⋏☊⊑ ⍜⎎ ⎎⟒⟒⏁⌇!--
May could hardly process the moment. The Blue Beetle was a legendary figure—a champion for the people of Earth—and now another itineration was standing before her, connected to Dillon in a way she can't even imagine. “We need to get him out of there,” she said, moving closer, but the Blue Beetle shifted slightly, blocking her path.
It wasn’t aggressive; rather, it seemed protective, as if it understood the gravity of the situation. May glanced at Evan, uncertainty washing over her. “What if it’s not ready? What if it tries to attack us?”
The Blue Beetle, as if sensing her hesitation, tilted its head slightly, its ethereal eyes shimmering with an enigmatic understanding. There was a brief moment of silence, and then it extended a hand—clad in the blue and black armor—toward May.
--...allow...⏁⍜ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅.--
She hesitated, glancing at Evan, who remained tense but fascinated. “I think it wants us to trust it,” she whispered, taking a step closer.
As her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the Blue Beetle’s arm, a surge of energy coursed through her, reminiscent of the pulse that had filled the room moments ago. She felt a connection forming, a connection that transcended their physical forms. It was as if the suit recognized her intent to help, responding with warmth and reassurance.
With newfound determination, May looked up at Evan. “We need to figure out how to bring Dillon back. We can’t leave him like this.”
Evan nodded, taking a cautious step forward. “Alright. Let’s see what we can do. But if that suit decides to fight us, I’m ready.”
Dillon’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what was about to happen. “No!” he yelled, instinctively leaping between Evan and the scarab.
The world seemed to freeze as Dillon collided with Evan’s fist. The claws sliced through Dillon's chest with alarming ease, the sharp tips piercing his flesh. A gasp escaped Dillon’s lips, and he felt a rush of pain and warmth spreading from the wound.
As Evan's claws touched the dark blue shell of the scarab, through Dillon's chest, a blinding pulse of light erupted from it, flooding the room with a brilliant radiance that temporarily blinded both May and Evan. They instinctively shielded their eyes, the intensity of the light searing into their retinas.
When the light finally began to fade and their vision cleared, both May and Evan gasped in astonishment. There, perched atop the table where the scarab had lain, was the armored form of the Blue Beetle. The suit gleamed with intricate designs, and its odd glowing ethereal eyes glinted ominously through the eye slots, surveying them with an otherworldly intensity.
“What the…?” Evan breathed, his eyes wide in disbelief. The sudden shift in the atmosphere was electric; the air crackled with the latent energy of the scarab.
May’s heart raced as she looked down. Beneath the armor, Dillon lay unconscious, the suit somehow having encased him in its protective shell. “Dillon!” she exclaimed, her instincts kicking in. She rushed forward, hands outstretched, but the Blue Beetle seemed to react, standing upright with an air of sentience that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
--⎅⍜ ⋏⍜⏁ ⏃⌿⌿⍀⍜⏃☊⊑ ⍜⍀ ⟟ ⌇⊑⏃⌰⌰ ⎍⌇⟒ ⌰⟒⏁⊑⏃⌰ ⎅⟒⎎⟒⋏⌇⟒⌇!--
“Is he… okay?” Evan asked, his voice low and uncertain. “What just happened?”
“I think the scarab chose him,” May said, her eyes darting between the armored being and her unconscious friend. “It must have recognized his will to protect it. But how—?”
The Blue Beetle turned its gaze toward May, as if acknowledging her presence. Then, with a soft hum, it crouched back down, bringing its glowing eyes level with hers. The suit’s movements were fluid, almost as if it had a life of its own, instinctively responding to the energy of the scarab and the emotions swirling in the room.
--⎅⏁⊑⟒ ☊⍀⎍⋏☊⊑ ⍜⎎ ⎎⟒⟒⏁⌇!--
May could hardly process the moment. The Blue Beetle was a legendary figure—a champion for the people of Earth—and now another itineration was standing before her, connected to Dillon in a way she can't even imagine. “We need to get him out of there,” she said, moving closer, but the Blue Beetle shifted slightly, blocking her path.
It wasn’t aggressive; rather, it seemed protective, as if it understood the gravity of the situation. May glanced at Evan, uncertainty washing over her. “What if it’s not ready? What if it tries to attack us?”
The Blue Beetle, as if sensing her hesitation, tilted its head slightly, its ethereal eyes shimmering with an enigmatic understanding. There was a brief moment of silence, and then it extended a hand—clad in the blue and black armor—toward May.
--...allow...⏁⍜ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎍⋏⎅⟒⍀⌇⏁⏃⋏⎅.--
She hesitated, glancing at Evan, who remained tense but fascinated. “I think it wants us to trust it,” she whispered, taking a step closer.
As her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the Blue Beetle’s arm, a surge of energy coursed through her, reminiscent of the pulse that had filled the room moments ago. She felt a connection forming, a connection that transcended their physical forms. It was as if the suit recognized her intent to help, responding with warmth and reassurance.
With newfound determination, May looked up at Evan. “We need to figure out how to bring Dillon back. We can’t leave him like this.”
Evan nodded, taking a cautious step forward. “Alright. Let’s see what we can do. But if that suit decides to fight us, I’m ready.”
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