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AS THEY WERE WAITING TO GET OFF OF THE JET, Malea noticed how Peter seemed a bit anxious. He kept on buzzing around the jet, pacing around in circles, and Malea could definitely tell that something was wrong.

     Malea had changed into her suit a bit earlier, and it mainly consisted of the basic 21st-century armour:  a bulletproof vest, with a grey skin-tight sports vest along with a black body-warmer, a pair of combat boots and a pair of thick black sports leggings. She'd tied her mid-length brunette hair into a ponytail which rested at the peak of her head (she hated having her hair in the way of anything).

Malea was also given a taser, which laid in a holster on her thigh. She wasn't of the legal age to carry or use a gun, so a taser seemed the next best option. Not that she was aiming to use the taser, she was just hoping for it to be a last resort considering her main weapons would be her pyrokinesis and telekinesis.

She walked up to Peter as he was pumping his shoulders up and down, and put a hand on his shoulders to calm him down.

"Hey," Malea soothed. "Are you okay?"

Peter gave a quick nod, "Yeah, I'm just... nervous."

"Nervous about what?"

     "I'm going in a fight against Captain America! And the Winter Soldier, and Falcon.. I didn't expect it to be.. this stress-provoking. Ugh!" He pulled his face down with his hands.

Malea gave a small laugh, looking at Peter's worried face giving her a look.

"Wh-why are you laughing?" Peter asked, rubbing his hands against each other.

"Because I have the same worry." Malea replied, a gentle smile turning up on her face.

"But you're not stressing out about it.."

"Yeah, I'm not. That's because I keep reminding myself that at the end of the day, we're all just fighting other people. It doesn't matter if they're freaking scientifically enhanced or have wings; they're human, just like us."

Peter looked at Malea, pointing an anxious and frail finger in her face, "yeah, that, that doesn't help at all."

"You're gonna do fine, Peter!" Malea spoke in the midst of laughter.

Holland walked around, joining Malea and Peter. "How are you guys doing?"

"Peter is stressing about going into the fight." Malea replied to her sister.

"Been there, done that." Holland took Peters hands into her own, "you're going to do absolutely fine, Peter, trust me on this." And then let go of them.

Peter suppressed a gentle smile over towards Holland.

Alex came over from the cockpit, interlacing his hand in Holland's.

Peter looked at Malea, pointing at Holland and Alex's interlocking hands, "They're a thing?"

"Oh, you do not know what I saw. They are a thing." Malea replied with emphasis, as Peter laughed when he realised how disturbed Malea was by the couple.

"Hello everyone, once again," Tony walked into the aircraft, a half-smile gracing his face. "How is everyone?"

"Nervous," Malea said, "some of us more than others." She tilted her head back casually to look at Peter.

Tony clapped his hands soundlessly together, "Well, it's about to get more nerve-racking. Sorry, Peter. But I have some people who are going to be joining us that you need to meet,"

Others walked out from behind Tony, entering the jet lounge area and making it slightly more compressed.

Of course, Malea, Holland and Alex immediately recognized the red-headed one -- Natasha Romanoff. She had her hand outstretched to Peter, a friendly smile gracing her face, "Hi, I'm Natasha. More known as Black Wi-"

"--idow," Peter replied in awe, shaking her hand. Natasha only but smiled at the teenager.

Next in line, was Tony's best friend, Rhodey, as well as the mind stone-bearing Vision, who introduced themselves next, while Natasha greeted the other three teenagers. Peter was equally, if not more, awestruck -- he had only ever heard of these people -- he'd never thought he could get the chance of meeting them.

The final person was someone that neither Peter, nor Malea, Holland or Alex had met, but only ever seen on screen -- it was King T'Challa of Wakanda.

He stepped forward, the smallest grin spreading across his face. "I am King T'Challa. It is a pleasure to meet all of you."

Peter, who was less composed than Malea and Holland, subtly whispered to the two of them, "Do we bow or what?"

The king in the room had heard -- so had probable everyone within a five-metre distance. Nonetheless, T'Challa laughed, "There's no need to bow, it's absolutely fine."

While Peter's cheeks had slightly changed a darker shade, he gave a relieved sigh.

"Alright, now that introductions have been made, it's time to step outside. Oh, and Peter, wait back a minute, I need to speak to you."

Holland and Malea found it unusual that Tony had excused everyone but Peter to leave the jet. "Dad?" Holland asked, one eyebrow upturned in curiosity at her father.

"Don't worry, Holly. Just go on, I'll meet you." And while Malea and Holland were both still in question towards Tony's instructions, they still left the jet and went out into the airport.

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oml oml oml an update!!! im so sorry guys, school and exams got in the way of my writing, and it really helped to stay away from wattpad for that time. however, now that it's my summer holidays, im aiming to try and get this book finished!!!