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Chapter Twenty: Reveals

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"I can't believe I have to make up exams. I was dealing with the worst pain possible for a week and in return for surviving I get exams makeups? No thank you."

"You're missing Hidden Figures in science," MJ smirked, knowing full-well how much I loved the feminism oriented movie.

"And The Force Awakens during Decathlon practice," Ned added.

I groaned, "Dangit! Of course all we're doing is watching movies until the end of the year. And of course I can't watch them."

"Anyone who missed taking any exam please report to the library for makeup testing."

I sighed, "Guess that's my cue. Hopefully, I'll be able to catch the ends of the movies later this week. I'll see you guys later."

"Yeah, see you soon."

It took me three school days to go through my exams. Three long, grueling days full of content I wouldn't need past high school. Luckily, I finished just in time to catch the last five to ten minutes of each movie I was missing in the classes I had to skip. After that, our classes were free periods for us to talk with our friends about what we would be doing that summer. The next week would be all half days consisting of doing nothing again.

Friday the bell rang. We were sophomores, with one week until we would graduate and be juniors. One more year after that and we'd graduate highschool and move on to college. After college, our real lives began, and school would be a distant memory to smile or cringe at.

"Hey, um, (Y/n)," Peter broke the silence between us as we walked home together, "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date on Sunday? You don't have to of course! I know we're all hanging out this weekend because of graduation but I thought-"

"Peter it's fine," I laughed, a wide grin on my lips. He did it. He asked me out, "I'd love to go out with you."

Both of us were more than ready for a day off from patrol, what with me not counting my 'sick days'. The graduation party we would have with the group this weekend was a good excuse. 'Party' really meant hanging out, eating junk food, and watching movies.

"Awesome! Great!" Peter beamed, a blush rising on his cheeks, "Um, Sunday at two? I was thinking you could come over to my place. Not for stuff like that! Just because May will be working then and I thought we could play board games and make food and... yeah."

I chuckled at Peter's nervousness. Even after everything we had been through together, all the shared adventures and secrets, he was still Awkward Peter. The cute awkward Peter I fell for.

"That sounds like fun Bug-Boy, Sunday it is," I turned and walked into my apartment building, "See you tomorrow!"

"Hey short-stack," Jess greeted cheerfully from her normal spot behind the receptionist's counter.

"Hey Jess," trying to rush past the girl, it was no surprise when she rushed to stand in front of me.

"That's it? Just 'hey Jess'? Every day you have a complaint about something, or some tea to spill."

"I'm just thrilled that school is over."

"No, no. There's something else," Jess leaned in closer, eyes narrowing, "Peter finally asked you out, didn't he?"

"How'd you get that from me standing here? Are you Sherlock? Did you deduce it from my bodies mannerisms?" I raised a mocking brow, genuinely curious as to how she knew.

"Yes, I'm a female version of Sherlock Holmes. Just as gay," Jess chuckled, moving to sit in her seat again, "Honestly though, part of my mutation is enhanced hearing, since most animals have it. I heard you two talking outside."

"I like him, and the date idea. But him saying 'Not for stuff like that' was probably B-S. Knock yourselves, just be safe," Jess winked, her tone being the same of an older sister.

"Jess the age of consent is seventeen. It'd be illegal. Besides, I'm smarter than that," I rolled my eyes, pushing down my embarrassment.

"Doesn't mean you can't do other stuff. Anyway, I have a date tonight to. I met her in class, we've been flirting for months. Her name is Via and holy shit she's gorgeous."

"Well, aren't we lucky women?" My heart warmed at how happy Jess was, "Keep me updated. Talk to you later."

"Same goes to you short-stack. Good job surviving sophomore year by the way, one more week and you're set. I'm proud of you."

I took the elevator up to my floor. Stepping into my apartment, bright lights and party horns blinded me. The kitchen was full of people, all of them shouting joyously. Good things our walls were soundproof. Smart on the builders behalf.

"What's going on? Am I dying?" I rubbed my eyes to regain my vision.

The X-Men were crowding around me, talking at once. They all stepped back and my parents took their chance to hug me as well. I hugged all of them back, confused. What was going on?

"We're celebrating you not flunking sophomore year," Scott explained, a stray newspaper lifted itself up from the table and slapped him over the head, "Ow!"

"We knew she would pass," Jean glared, obviously being the culprit of the newspaper moving, "Congrats (Y/n)! Now you have all summer to relax."

"Yeah, relax," I thought of the Green Goblin, who was most likely making his suit much harder to beat than it originally was.

"You know who to call if you ever need help," Jean quite literally read my mind.

"Thanks Jean."

I spent the majority of the night celebrating with the X-Men. I enjoyed spending time with them. I ate cake, played party games, spread gossip, and talked conspiracy theories. Everything was perfect. Towards the end of the party, when Kurt began teleporting some X-Men home, Wade dove through an open window.

"Damn it author I wanted to break something," Wade whined like a child who was denied candy.

"What are you doing here Wade?" I asked, arms crossed. I was happy and surprised to see the merc with a mouth, but I didn't want him to cause a ruckus.

"Look, Reader, I came to warn you about something-"

"Wade!" Wade turned to face Professor X, a glare on the older man's face.

"Hey Patrick! Or are you the James version? But the James version is still young so..." Wade shook his head, "Look, whatever actor you are, I'm trying to warn Reader here about something that's going to come next year. Something big. As in Ryan Reynolds stealing the Deadpool costume big."

"Wade, we're trying to celebrate, we don't need you disturbing the peace with your antics. Out."

Wade shrugged, "Just trying to warn you. The author thought I could raise tension too, we'll see if she succeeded or not." Wade grabbed one of the dirty plates on the table, throwing it to the ground allowing it to shatter, "Sorry I just really wanted to break something and the author wouldn't let me break the window. I'll see you at the end of the world!"

Wade jumped out of the window. My mom shut it as soon as he was gone, sighing in exasperation.

"I don't understand that man."

"None of us do," the Professor turned to me, "It was lovely seeing you again so soon, but I'm afraid we must return to the school before one of the students destroys everything again."

"Thank you for coming! It was great having you over."

Kurt teleported the last of the X-Men back to the school. My parents offered to clean everything up while I showered and got ready for bed. Once I was done, I hugged my parents and thanked them for inviting everyone over.

"Oh, I know I'm going over to Harry's tomorrow but I was wondering if I could hang out with Peter on Sunday."

"Oh my God, he asked you out!" My mom squealed.

"Finally," Dad added, sharing a laugh with my mom.

"Guys come on."

"You can go over, we trust you, obviously. Have fun, but not too much fun, and tell us everything."

"Spill the tea!" My dad yelled excitedly.

"I will. God, you need to stop watching Shane Dawson."

"You can't stop us!"

The Next Day- 5:30 PM

The next day my mom was driving my to Harry's penthouse. While on the way there I was talking to Peter via text, who was a few minutes behind us with May.

Pete I really think we should tell him

If you want you can tell him when you get there. You'll probably be the first one.

Thank you! After this we don't have to tiptoe around him anymore

"Woah, this isn't a penthouse it's a mansion," my mom marvelled, leaning forward to get a closer look, "It's a big house for two people. Three, counting Bernard."

"Right, well I should go in before we look creepy. I'll text you when I need to get picked up. See you later Mom," I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut.

"Bye! Have fun!"

I walked towards the house and got ushered inside by Bernard. He held a warm smile on his face and led me to the living room where Harry was waiting on the couch.

"Hey," I greeted, sitting down a cushion away from him.

"Hey."

I sucked in a deep breath, "This is gonna be really direct but I'm gonna chicken out otherwise. So, we've been keeping a secret from you. I'm a mutant, my old school was a school for mutants. The group I worked with was like the Avengers, we freed trafficked mutants. Not only that, but I'm Riptide. Peter's Spider-Man."

Harry stared at me silent before bursting into a loud fit of laughter. I deadpanned. I knew it was blunt, but I didn't think he wouldn't believe me this quickly. Swinging my hand, water molecules shifted together in front of Harry's face, floating in the air.

"Oh, shit!" Harry jumped up from the couch, "Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"I know, I know," I waved my hands in a vain attempt to calm him down, "I'm sorry we kept it from you but it's a big thing to tell someone and with your family being so famous it was a chance we couldn't take at first. We had to get to know you, let you earn our trust."

"I dated a superhero. Oh my God," Harry turned back to me, his hair disorderly from repeatedly running his hands through it, "I understand why you didn't tell me but damn, it's a lot to take in."

"Yeah... So you aren't mad?"

"Mad? Of course not! This is awesome! I know I can't tell anyone but still, just knowing who New York's heroes are... Wow."

"What's so wow?" MJ and Ned were led in by Bernard. Harry and I waited until he walked away to speak.

"Harry knows."

"Yes!" Ned fist pumped, "Another person to talk about superheroes with. We have our team now! The heroes, the computer guy, the sassy, smart one, and the rich one who gives all the best gadgets."

"I'm not so sure about that," Harry chuckled, "I'll be fine with being the rich one."

"Yeah, Tony's the one who gave us our suits and whatnot, so he's the gadget guy."

Peter soon arrived and spun the group into another conversation about superheroes before we turned on a movie and started our 'graduation party'. Sitting close to Peter, I leaned back and relaxed, breathing out a content sigh. If this was a hint at what the summer would be like, then Green Goblin couldn't put a dent in it.