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THERE WERE POINTS IN TIME WHERE HOLLAND WAS ALMOST LIKE A MOTHER TO HER ADOPTIVE SISTER. Such as, times where she was unwell. The kind of times where her body would ache far out of proportion and Holland would be by her side.

     Getting the flu was a common occurrence in times like autumn, just as you were entering the winter phase. It had kind of come all of a sudden for Malea, so she had to cancel training sessions with Peter.

     It had kind of surprised Malea, how well she got along with Peter. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were the same age? But not every 15 year old gets on well with each other. Or maybe it was just that they fit perfectly. Like a jigsaw.

     On the other hand, Lea hadn't really known any reason why she wouldn't get along with Peter.

     "Mal, stop hogging the pizza." Holland called out, tugging the edge of the box of pizza towards her. "Are you even sick?" She asked, with a mouthful of pizza.

    "Excuse you, but if you hadn't already noticed, I sound like a wolverine on steroids." Malea sassed back, ripping a pizza slice from the box.

    "Yeah, well I honestly don't think the pizza will make it any better. You know, dairy and cheese makes phlegm worse."

     "Shut up. Pizza is heavenly and you're only trying to get it all to yourself."

      The two got interrupted in their squabble by the doorbell ringing. Malea looked straight at Holland, with an obvious look in her eyes.

     "Nope, no way am I getting it. I have to study." Holland blindly and out of improvisation grabbed a textbook from behind her, waving it in front of Malea.

     Malea rolled her eyes, "Real mature, coming from the 17 year old who is actually stuffing her face in pizza."

     She walked over to the door, exaggerating her movements in front of Holland. Malea also made sure to tie the cord on her housecoat, as she didn't really want anyone who took her seriously to see her in a Princess Bubblegum t-shirt.

When her hand, which was quite weak in itself as was the rest of her, she was surprised to see the features of a familiar face. Peter.

Malea sent a quick glance to Holland, before leaning awkwardly against the doorframe, "Oh–Peter, I, uh, didn't expect you to be here, didn't you get my text?"

Peter's mouth stretched into a small smile, "I'm not actually here to train. Aunt May heard you were sick, and so she told me to bring over this pistachio roast soup." Peter handed a bowl of steaming soup into Malea's hands, watching as evaporated water wiggled around on the clingfilm. "As weird as it sounds, it actually tastes amazing with bread."

"That's so kind of Aunt May, thank you." Malea smiled, genuinely grateful to know such kind people in her life. "Me and Holland have some pizza, would you like to come and sit with us?"

He cleared his throat, "Sure, that will be great." Peter hung his jacket up on the door, and kicked his shoes into the shoe rack. He walked into the living room, following Malea, and saw Holland there, immediately beaming up at him. "Hey, Holland."

"Hi Peter. You doing good?" She smiled, pushing the pizza up towards Peter. He nodded, taking a slice. Not long after Peter had settled in, Malea joined them, snuggling the bowl of soup between her hands. She also carried three mugs and a loaf of bread.

"This soup," Malea said, after gulping down a mouthful of soup, "is the best thing I've ever tasted.

"Too right," Holland agreed, her hands cupping the mug. Not long after that, the doorbell rang again.

"You're getting that." Malea grinned, as Holland trudged her feet up to the door. When she returned, she had brought a familiar face with her. Alex.

"Hello everyone," Alex's pleasant British accent spoke, as he brought a pillow from the couch next to him and sat down next to everyone. "How are we all?"

"Sick and dying, but Peter's aunt's soup will bring me back from the dead." Malea said.

Alex looked over at Peter, "So you're the Peter that Tony Stark has told me so much about? New York's web-slinging hero?"

Peter's eyes widened, "Shit, you know?!" He leaned into Malea, whispering, "How does he know?"

"Because 'he' is the guy that will be flying you to Germany. No hard feelings, mate."

"A-aren't you a little bit-"

"-young to be a pilot? I've gotten that a lot. And its confusing."

"Uh, wow, okay. Sorry if I was a little bit rude."

"No worries," Alex smiled. "That's just the reaction of every other person whom I've met. I look forward to getting to know you." Alex held his hand out, and Peter shook it softly.

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yikes, if u guys couldn't already tell, i had no idea where this chapter was going so i apologise for how bad it was