Previously:

Hiccup was released from the med bay and lead to his temporary room—where he and Toothless would be staying (it's on the avengers shared kitchen and dining floor). They settled in, had some food, then went to sleep.

Refer to the last chapter for Peter's recollection of the recent events.

Now: (Sunday)

It's morning now, I know this because Toothless and I woke up and watched the sunrise from the bedroom window. It was bittersweet; a pretty sight, sure, but it's not the skyline we're used to. And besides, we always go for a flight around this time but it's not like we can do that right now. And yet, this time we couldn't. When Toothless is away Astrid takes me on Stormfly because she knows I can't sleep— whether that be from unnecessary worry for Toothless, or my body being used to waking up that early. She always knows what I need, even when I don't. Gods, I miss her so much already. She'd probably know what to do. What to say.

Anyway, some time had passed since the sunrise—an hour or so— when there's a knock at the door. I glance at Toothless, who returns my curious look, before I walk over to the door and slowly pull it open.

"Hey," Oh, it's Spider-man. He's standing there a little awkwardly, dressed in the same full body suit as yesterday.

"Good morning," I greet back awkwardly.

"I just thought I'd check in before I head out for patrol," he explains.

"Patrol?" I ask, curious.

"Ohh, yeah. It's sorta just how I occupy myself," He explains. I nod in understanding. "Anyway, the kitchen is just down the hall on the left, you're free to eat anything you can get your hands on, Friday can help with cooking it." He points vaguely.

"Thank you," I smile. "Also...I'm, uh, really sorry about how we got off on the wrong foot yesterday..." I apologise, awkwardly rubbing me neck. He seems like a good guy, in hindsight I should have thought more rationally and tried to mediate from the beginning. Besides, I don't want to have grudges against the only people that can get us home.

"Ohh, no don't worry dude! I would have acted the same if the roles were reversed!" He exclaims cheerfully. He pauses, as if listening to something, before he backs away. "Alright, I've gotta go now, have a good day!" He waves at me before half jogging down the hall. I shut the door and turn back to Toothless.

"So, how about we go find ourselves some food, bud?" I suggest. He bounces up eagerly, crooning in excitement. I smile and open the door again, leading the way. I hope we're going in the right direction. We walk down the hall and soon make it to what I assume is the kitchen.

It's a fairly large room consisting of smooth benchtops, several weird contraptions, and a smooth floor. "Huh. Now, where would the food be?" I wonder. Toothless pauses, sniffing the air, before he leads the way to a tall silver rectangular thing. Grabbing a handle, I pull back gently. The door pulls back and a wave of cool air hits me. I raise my eyes in surprise. On Berk we have to either dry our food, or use it quickly. Ice is great but it melts eventually—especially since New Berk is slightly warmer than Old Berk.

Scanning the contents of the contraption, I struggle to find something I recognise. "What am I supposed to eat?" I wonder aloud, reaching in and moving a few objects around. I see some apples in the bottom, so I guess I can resort to that if needed.

"Are you familiar with eggs, perhaps?"

I jump, hitting my head against the contraption. "Ow." I mutter, rubbing my head. I forgot about Friday, the real but not-real voice. I focus on what she said. "Eggs? Yeah, we have chickens on Berk."

"Excellent, then try the brown container on the middle shelf!" Friday suggests. Reaching forward, I flick the top open to reveal a dozen eggs. Pleasantly surprised, I carefully pull the container out and shut the door before placing the container on the counter.

"How, uh, can I cook them?" I ask, looking through the cupboards. I find some type of pan which I can safely assume is okay to cook with. But I don't know what to cook it on, I feel like staring a fire in this place may not go down well.

"The oven is located on the far left wall, you can use the hot plates to control the heat..."

A few minutes pass as I cook the eggs under Friday's guidance. As the eggs were cooking Friday helped me find some fish for Toothless. It's only a bag full but it's certainly better than nothing. We're now seated in the living room, where there are multiple comfy chairs situated around the place, with most facing the black square object on the wall. I still don't know what it is.

"So, uh, Friday? What's this?" I ask. Gods, I sound crazy! Talking to nothing.

"That is a television, more commonly known as a TV." Friday responds.

"Oh. What does it do?"

"TVs are a way for entertainment, education, news, and advertisements to be displayed in the form of visual imagery and sound." Friday supplies which only somewhat helps. "Would you like me to turn it on?"

"Sure, thank you Friday."

The 'tv' suddenly lights up, what was once a black surface is now showing bright images. It takes me a second to realise what I'm seeing, but once I do I know for sure.

"That's Spider-man." I observe, surprised, as the red and blue man is shown swinging from those weird white roles from building to building with an elegance and flexibility I could only dream of.

"That's correct. His patrol is being broadcasted by the news as a way for citizens to stay informed. Would you like me to turn the volume up?"

"Okay..." I agree, hesitant. The tv shows a little box with "Vol" displayed and a few vertical bars, which increase.

"... but Spider-man is working diligently despite no police being on scene," a man's voice explains as Spider-man throws one of the ropes at one of those wheeled contraptions to stop it from slamming through a crowd of people. "As you can can see, Spider-man has successfully stopped what may have been a very tragic hit and run." The man adds, more relieved. Spider-man hops down to the machine and pulls open the door, wrestling a man to the ground as he tries to run.

"Does he do this sort of thing a lot?" I ask Friday, sharing an impressed look with Toothless.

"Yes, would you like me to tell you about him?"

"What can you say?" I ask.

"I am not permitted to share confidential information on Spider-man with you, but I see no harm in telling you what is already public knowledge."

"Alright, then!"

"Spider-man is a vigilante. He is a protégée of Boss and has been doing what he does well prior to their introduction. Spider-man patrols the streets of, mostly, Queens and New York to ensure the safety of the public. He takes down small criminals such as thieves or muggers and also larger threats to the community, like what you've just watched."

"What are those white ropes?" I ask, watching him swing away from the scene.

"They are actually a form of webbing. Despite popular opinion he does not produce them from his body, rather he creates them from chemicals and uses devices called web shooters on his wrists to fire them. The webs are very sticky, they come in varying degrees of strength and endurance which have several different abilities, such as allowing him to swing around as he patrols."

"Or like the net we landed on. Impressive," I admit with a nod. "Thank you, Friday."

By now I've finished the eggs and Toothless has finished his fish, so I get up to clean the dishes. As I walk back into the kitchen, footsteps approach and I glance up as I place the plug in the sink. A woman walks in with braided blonde hair and for a second Astrid flashes through mind, but as the woman approaches I am aware that she is not Astrid. I'm not sure if I'm disappointed that Astrid isn't here or glad she isn't.

"Hiii, I'm just here for my Mac and cheese," The woman beams casually, in an accent I don't recognise. I give her a smile then turn back and turn the taps on, putting the dishes in the sink. Okay, now to find soap.

Toothless comes into the room, hearing the new voice. The woman opens a cupboard and grabs some sort of package, before grabbing a pan and putting it on the 'stovetop'—which is what Friday told me it's called.

I grab what I think is the soap and squirt it into the water, letting out a breath of relief when it produces bubbles. I turn the water off when it reaches a decent height. I glance over at the woman, who's staring the contents in the pot. 

"You know, this Mac and cheese is really good, I took it from some woman's apartment. But you have to try it with hot source, trust me. You'll be like oh my god Yelena you're so right!" She rambles, waving her hands around dramatically at the last sentence. So, Yelena is her name.

"Wait, you—you stole that?" I ask, slightly amused.

"She wasn't happy," Yelena smirks. She turns around and sees Toothless sitting right there, quite close to her. Instead of fear or cautiousness, she just smiles.

"Ohh, you're cool" she drawls. He just cocks his head and studies her curiously.

She turns to me, "I've always thought dragons were badass," she admits, waving her spoon around. "Not as badass as me, of course, but they're a close second." 

I raise an eyebrow at her, "you're pretty friendly for someone who's never met us."

She shrugs, "yeah I like to say I'm pretty chill..." she pauses, thinking. "When I'm not being controlled or... hunting down someone in a blind rage."

I don't even want to know. She just seems like the kind of person you wouldn't want to mess with. "I'm Hiccup, by the way." I change the subject.

"Ohh, I know, I've been told. At first I was like weird name but then I realised that no, it's not really. I'm Yelena, pretty much the most chill person you'll find around here." I don't know whether I should be relieved or put off by that.

It's silent for a minute as I finish cleaning the dishes and Yelena waits for her food, but she breaks it as she takes the pot off the heat.
"Cool outfit, by the way. Lots of pockets!" She walks out the door, talking over her shoulder. "Pockets are great, I modified my vest and I can keep all sorts of trinkets on it."

"Thanks," I reply but she's already gone. I shrug.

Okay, there we go.
I feel like Yelena is a chill introduction to the Avengers for Hiccup and can ease nerves. So that's why I had her be the first apart from Tony Peter and Stephen to really meet him. Also cause I love her. Sorry if she's out of character, I haven't seen Black Widow for ages, same with the Hawkeye series.

I didn't know how much research I'd be doing for this book lmao I just has to to google if Vikings had frying pans. See you next chapter, which as you know by now is Peter's POV.

Bye 😊