----- January 10th, 2012 - Queens, New York -----

Y/N's POV

I was standing in front of the door to the apartment of the kid whose supposed to tutor me. How'd I get into this mess? oh right I joined World War II.

I move the glasses SHIELD had gotten me down the bridge of my nose. For protection they said. But what the hell is a pair of glasses gonna do? 

I look through the wall to see a woman in the kitchen. I gotta say, she's really fucking hot.

I look further through the apartment to see a kid sitting on the couch. He was playing something on the TV.

I sigh ready to get this over with and knock on the door. I hear the woman tell the kid to get off the game.

As I stood there waiting, I listened to the cars and people go by the building in the evening. I wonder what I'm gonna say if either of them mention my height. I bet it'll happen within a few seconds.

Eventually the door opens, the woman from the kitchen was standing there. She nearly said something but hesitated. 

"Hi, You must be Y/N?"

"The one and only," I tell her while smirking.

She motions for me to come inside and I do, "You're um.. Quite tall for your age."

There it is, I knew it was gonna happen. And in the first few seconds too.

"You aren't the first to mention. My parents are Dutch, and they're tall even by Dutch standards." And where the hell did I pull that information from? My ass?

"Well, my name is May and if you need anything just let me know. I think Peter is in his room over there," She points to one of the rooms.

I look over at the couch to see the kid, who I now know is Peter, was missing.

I head over to the room. The door was open so I walked in to see Peter standing on a ladder. He was sticking his head and arms into a little door on his ceiling. He was aggressively shoving something in there.

"Whatcha doing up there?," I ask.

There was a bang of what sounded like him hitting his head on something. He slowly comes down, nervously smiling and rubbing the side of his head.

May yells from the other room, "What was that noise?!"

Peter looks out the door at her, "Nothing, Aunt May! I just dropped my AT-AT!"

He turns to me, looking upward a bit considering I'm like 8 inches taller than him, "Heyy, Y/N. I didn't know you'd be coming today."

I move over and sit in a chair he had in his room, "You know who I am? I could've just been a complete stranger."

"Well, I have seen you around school a few times.. very few."

"And I'd like to keep it that way. The less time I spend there the better," I tell him.

I look over to his desk to see a chess board. I start playing against myself, while Peter thinks of a response to my apprehension of school. 

I can hear his heartbeat. 

It's erratic. 

I'm not sure if it's due to the awkward quiet in the room or the fact that some random kid he has to tutor is just sitting in his room playing chess with himself. Maybe it's both. Or something completely different.

I look up at the ceiling door Peter was in earlier while holding a bishop in my hand.

"What were you doing up there?" I decide to ask him.

"Nothing. Just.. cleaning my room," He says rather quickly.

I smirk and put the bishop down, "You're a terrible liar. But let's change the subject. What's exactly going to happen during these tutoring sessions?"

"Oh, well uh.. we'd mainly work on things you don't understand. Or in your case, the things you miss in class."

"No need. I already understand it."

"Oh.. Okay, then we'd.. work on our homework," he says with a slight questioning tone.

"Already done."

I start spinning in the chair while Peter thinks to himself for a moment. A few times he goes to say something but stops himself. He looks to a laptop on his desk then back to me.

"..Wanna play Borderlands?," he eventually asks.

I stop spinning the chair and look over to him, "Hell yeah"

__________

I climbed up a building and take a look down below. People were fighting in the town square. I look up to see the man I'm after standing on the edge of the town hall building. The figlio di puttana decided to yell down to me.

"You again?! Why aren't you dead?! Men, slaughter him!!"

Said men were still busy down in the streets fighting. I run and jump to the next building till I reach the back of town hall. I climb up the back to see three of his men standing guard. 

I ram into one, knocking him on the ground. Another takes a swing at me but I dodge and shove him off the side of the building. The one on the ground gets up as the other tries to shoot at me. As he fires I move out of the way and throw his friend off the side of the building. Then I run into the last one and give a hard kick to him, knocking him out.

I climb up the scaffolding to the higher part of the building. The man was standing there staring angrily at me as I walked closer.

He eventually yells, "Guards! Guards!!!"

"No one's coming," I tell him as he climbs onto the ledge, "It's just us now."

"Maledetto! Che il diavolo ti porti! Stammi lontano!"

He jumps off the building and I dive after him. As I land he starts running, with me chasing behind. We run and climb up some scaffolding till I eventually catch him.

I stab the blade extending from my wrist into his backside. He falls down and I crouch next to him.

"Now Firenze will judge you for what you've done," I tell him.

"It's over... It's all over," he says as he takes his last breath.

"Meglio essere felici in questa vita che aspirare a esserlo nella prossima. Requiescat in Pace."

Everything goes white.

I look away from the screen to Peter who was sitting to my right on his laptop. We high five each other as the cutscene goes on.

"This games amazing!!" I exclaimed.

We had played Borderlands for a bit till we moved out to the living room. We eventually started taking turns playing missions in Assassin's Creed II. I've already been here for a few hours. Longer than I'm "required" to. 

"It's definitely one of my favorites," he tells me.

He looks back to his laptop and turns it towards me. A video was playing, It was me lifting a bus out of a lake.

"Have you seen this? They say that apparently Superman is back, but that's impossible. He went missing in the 40s," he asks.

"And what if he is back?" I ask trying not to sound like I'm talking about myself.

"If he's back, then why after 70 years? And how is he able to still do the things he does after 70 years?" He rhetorically asks in a very excited manner.

Peter quickly runs into his room for a second and comes out carrying a box. He drops the box on the couch. I look over as he opens the top. It's just filled with comics. Not just any comics, but the comics that were made of Steve and I.

He pulls one out of the box labeled 'Issue #36' and points at it, "This was the last Superman comic issued. After that they just stopped."

"Not everything in the comics is accurate, so I doubt they'd want to end on why he stopped."

"You take that back," he urges me.

"Take what back?"

"That the comics aren't accurate."

I laugh to myself, "Fine, I take it back. They're 100% accurate."

He looks back at the comic and raises it to me. He looks at the cover then back at me. Oh fuck. I'm on the cover.

"Has anyone ever told you you look like him?"

Oh thank god. But how? I clearly look the same.

"Like Superman? Uhh No, no ones ever said that."

"Must be my imagination."

He puts the comic back in the box and puts the top back on.

His laptop makes a noise, which I assume means it's a notification. We both look down but he quickly closes it. 

Luckily I managed to see it before he closed it. It was apparently a notification from some sort of Police Scanner about shots being fired at some building.

Why is Peter getting notified about gunfire?

That doesn't matter now. I need to go check out the shooting. But how am I gonna get out of here without seeming weird?

Peter quickly stands up from his seat, "Wow it's uh.. pretty late. I think I'm gonna go to bed."

Well that's convenient.

I stand next to him, "I totally agree. But It's cool if I come back sometime right?"

He looks at me for a moment and says, "Yeah, anytime. I mean like.. You're cool and the only person in school who actually talks to me."

I walk backwards toward the door, "See ya later, Peter."

Still standing there, he lightly waves, "Bye."

I turn around and head out the door. I look down the hall seeing no one there. I open the window and flip up to the roof.

I take off my glasses and look out into the city. Listening through honking cars, people yelling in alleyways, and the crackling of electricity powering hundreds of billboards and signs.

Eventually I hear the gunfire.

It was a clean shot. Whoever's shooting isn't actually hitting anyone.

I pull of my shirt revealing the S on my chest. The red, blue, and gold looking washed out and hard to make out the individual colors in the dark. I seriously need a new suit. Gonna have to ask Fury about that.

But for now, The city needs me.

The city needs Superman.