As soon as Natasha left my room and left me alone, I let out another tired sigh.
"I'm going to need an extra-strength coffee to start the day after this."
I whispered to myself as I walked towards the bathroom to wash up and dry off. However, before I could get through the door, Natasha was back again.
"Parker, I want you downstairs in 15 minutes, no more. If you're late, I don't even have to tell you what's going to happen to you, do I?"
Natasha asked with a more serious tone in her voice, staring at me from the doorway.
In response to what she had asked me, I simply raised my hand to my forehead in a gesture of salute and, with a hint of deliberate sarcasm, returned the question.
"Understood, boss."
After I made that brief comment with a slight hint of sarcasm in my voice, Natasha just continued to stare at me with a serious look on her face and didn't say another word. After long, suffocating seconds of her gaze fixed on me, she turned her back and left.
(Man, I've got to stop playing these games. If I don't, one of these times I could end up really screwing myself).
I thought to myself as I walked back towards the bathroom.
As soon as I'd finished brushing my teeth, I went back to my room and put on the uniform that Natasha had left on my bed.
"Wow, what a great outfit."
I whispered to myself as I looked at the details of the uniform they had chosen for me.
The first thing I noticed when I looked at the uniform was the predominant color. Instead of the colors I was used to wearing in my Spider-Man costume, this uniform combined those colors in a different way. The jacket part had a combination of red on the chest, with the spider in black, and the hood was gray-black, while the sleeves were a dark blue. To top it off, the uniform kit included two pairs of red gloves that went up to my wrist, with a small spider printed on the front. At the bottom, the outfit followed the same pattern with dark blue pants and red knee pads. And to finish, a pair of red mid-calf boots. It was a combination that, in a way, seemed familiar, but with a twist I'd never seen before. The fabric seemed to be made of a mixture of carbon fiber and a synthetic material that helped with flexibility.
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"From the style and materials used in this uniform, I have a pretty good idea who came up with the idea."
I commented to myself, almost with 100% certainty, that Tony's hand was on that uniform.
As soon as I had the uniform on, I headed for my bedroom door. I opened the door and stepped out, walking towards the elevator. Inside the elevator, I waited patiently until it stopped on the second floor, where the kitchen was. With a long sigh, I continued on my way to the kitchen, where I found Wanda and her brother sitting on the chairs, waiting for our mentor, who hadn't arrived yet.
Pietro was wearing a uniform almost identical to mine; the only thing different was the spider, which in his case was a kind of lightning bolt with a few shades of blue, and most of his uniform was kind of gray. Wanda, on the other hand, had her hair loose and wavy, flowing down to her shoulders. Her uniform consisted of a tight-fitting bodice, with a black base and some red details on the sides and in the center, which highlighted her silhouette even more. At the bottom, the uniform consisted of a short-pleated skirt in red; the sleeves of the uniform were long and tight, completely covering her arms, leaving only her fingers showing.
As soon as I saw Wanda in that uniform, I wanted to say something, but no words came out of my mouth. It was as if her beauty had taken my breath away.
"My God, how beautiful she looks in that outfit."
I thought to myself, almost drooling.
Before I could muster up enough courage to say anything, Pietro did it first. And as usual, he managed to annoy me a little.
"What's up, Parker? Are you showing off your new uniform yet?"
Pietro asked with a sarcastic tone. Which ended up making me a little angry, but I decided not to do anything and just followed the same tone he had used.
"Not at all. You, on the other hand, must be loving yours very much. Am I right?"
I asked in the same tone he'd used to put me off, and from the look on his face, I guessed my plan had worked. However, before he could say anything, Wanda interrupted him.
"Please don't start, Pietro."
Wanda said with a tired tone, but one that still carried a certain humor as she scolded her brother.
Pietro, after realizing that Wanda had only scolded him, snorted, clearly annoyed, but sat down again.
As soon as she had scolded her brother, Wanda, with a smile on her lips, turned towards me.
"Hi, Peter."
Wanda said with a completely different tone to the one she had just used against Pietro.
Wanda greeted me with a smile that seemed to light up the room, and I immediately felt a little more comfortable, despite Pietro's scathing tone.
"Hi, Wanda."
I replied, trying to disguise the nervousness in my voice. The look in her eyes made me feel as if I was being evaluated, and I forced myself to keep my composure.
Pietro, observing the discomfort and nervousness in my voice and in Wanda's, raised an eyebrow and asked with genuine curiosity:
"Are you all, right? Something seems to be bothering you."
His attentive gaze and the tone of his voice revealed a mixture of concern and interest.
As soon as he asked that question, I immediately remembered what had happened to Wanda and me the day before. To be more specific, I remembered the kiss Wanda had given me on the cheek.