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Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The more Lexi thought about it, the more she wasn't sure why she kissed Peter on the cheek. Maybe it was to see if he would have some sort of positive reaction? To check and see if he was even remotely interested in her? Or maybe it was just one of those things that she did that was, well out of her control. That happens from time to time when one just follows their bodies actions instead of giving it more thought. If he called her later on tonight or tomorrow and asked what it was all about, could she really use that excuse? Would he buy something like 'It was a simple thank you', or would he see straight through her?

She was lost so deep in thought that the arrival of Spider-Man actually surprised her, her small body jumped slightly as she looked forward realizing that he was there and the fact that he caught her off guard so much made her blush slightly. "I'm well, a quick shower made a big difference though. Are you okay?" She said with a nod before wagging a finger at him, "For the record, if you were going to play cop I'm technically on my home. So I'm not out and about causing mayhem." A small laugh left her as she sat upright and tucked her legs legs under her, getting more comfortable as she clicked open her pen. The soft scent of her vanilla perfume filled the crescent mooned light air, it was one of those rare nights in New York where you could count every star in the sky and made quite a scene for an... interview. This is just an interview! She had to keep reminding herself. Pressing her lips together and looked down at her notes. Letting her lips pressed out in a relaxed fashion she turned her blue gaze up to him. "Thank you again for coming. Like I said, I'll make this brief..." The word brief didn't sound to pleasant, like Peter said in a sarcastic tone, he was every girl's dream. "First question. What inspired you to become a Superhero?"

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

A heartfelt laugh left her full lips as he made the comment about being unable to resist talking to her. She pulled herself up from the bed and tilted her head at him. "If I can get you talk to me on your most mopy of days than I guess I can get him to talk to me." She stuck out her tongue playfully to him and nodded, she knew if she ever doubted herself that Peter would be the one to lighten her spirits and soon they were down stairs having dinner with Aunt May. The conversation was nice until Aunt May asked Peter about the fire and Lexi inquired about him being there as well. And suddenly the topic changed to why she was there and she was put in the dog house for not mentioning anything sooner. Thought Peter was nice enough to applaud her bravery, Aunt May was none-to-pleased to hear of her choice but did realize that she'd have to shrug it off sooner or later. At the end of the dinner Lexi helped with the plates drying while Aunt May washed and Peter put them away, and upon leaving she gave Aunt May and hug than Peter, in his ear she whispered, "Thanks for helping me." And with that she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. The first one she ever did. With that she climbed into her mom's white jeep wrangler and drove home.

Night time rolled around and her parents were always early people to bed. Lexi had spent most of the evening freshening herself up and making sure she looked okay. Though she pushed through every piece of clothing she had, she stuck with Peter's T-shirt, finding both comfort and confidence in having something of his close by. She could make it through tonight, if tonight was the night he showed up. Oh well it was Saturday, she could sleep in tomorrow. A smile moved across her freshly glossed lips as she took one more look at herself in the mirror. Okay, I'm ready! She gave herself a small mental pep-talk before going to her window. Though she did this all the time, since the roof was hardly at a slant at all, she climbed out the window from her second story room and lifted her toned light weight body with ease up onto the rooftop. Walking over her room she sat down on the cool top and leaned back on her palms. Crossing one long jean covered leg over the other, she looked up at the stars. Her third question was still a mystery to her, but it was bound to arrive at one point or another. Peter had given her the confidence boost she needed to do this and she wasn't going to let him down. But if Spider-Man didn't show up in the next two hours, she was going to go inside and climb into bed. She didn't want to seem that desperate for this... right?

The Dark Arts Destroyers (Jones Sparrow and SinfulSkills)

"I was in Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Never truly understood why; I seemed to be a lot more focused on my studies compared to everyone else in my house but the Sorting Hat told me my talents would be best used in Hogwarts as a Gryffindor. I'm not going to argue with the thing but it did confuse me quite a bit." His other questions surprised her a bit and apparently it was enough to be read on her face as he apologized to her. She watched him is down and placed her folded hands onto her lap and straightened up, yes poor Bree never truly learned how to relax that really has been one of her downfalls throughout her life. "It's quite alright, I can understand the idea of wanting to get to know each other on a less documented level." She coughed slightly before beginning. "I have read 'Secrets of the Darkest Arts', 'Confronting the Faceless', 'Mysterious of Mischievous Forces', the 'Ancient Ruins and Spells' series up to the newest release, all the series of 'Hexes and Curses Pre and Post Date'; I could go on." She said with a nod but judging by his silence she probably shouldn't.

"They didn't tell me much about the job, just that it deals with a lot of hexes, jinxs and curses. Things I'm fluid in, in fact, I've had people bet on my at the firing ranges back at the Ministry that I couldn't do this or that when it comes to castings. My mastery has always been in spell casting, charms and transfiguration. I do, however, have an issue with Potions; don't really know why, couldn't quite grasp it but I did well enough on my O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s that I graduated top of my class." She gave a nod before running a small hand through her long blonde hair. Her head tilted to one side. "I do have to ask, about three months ago there was talk around the Ministry about a Dark item being possessed, I believe it was a Rocking Horse, but a week or so later it was no longer mentioned. Did, did you get the case? Was it really a Rocking Horse?"

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Her head jerked back in surprise. Here she was expecting to have happy-go-lucky questions from her best friend and yet, he was suggesting for her to ask him deep personal questions. “You really think that he would answer something like that?” Her head tilted to one side, her black hair falling like a gentle curtain off of her shoulder and dangling in the air as she watched his expression. “That’s one of those hard core-deep philosophical questions that they ask on 60 minutes.” Her face scrunched together in thought as she looked back down at her paper; the pen tapping against her full now glossy pink lips. “Hmmm… Maybe I can leave it up to him.”

She scribbled down the question before reading it allowed, “If you could change something; like a past event that you were involved in or the way people view you in the past or maybe just the state of the city, what would you change and why?” Her gaze flicked up to Peter as she raised an eyebrow. “Do you think he’d consider that two questions?” Her small hands tightened on the pad of paper. “This could be my only chance and I really don’t want to mess this up. God I’ve never been so nervous.” With that she threw herself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling her notepad to her chest and a long sigh leaving her. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I don’t want to back him into a corner but I’d love to know more about him. He has so many people relying on him…” A small sigh left her as she kept looking up at the ceiling. “Do you think he has people that he can rely on Peter? Everyone deserves to have someone they can trust without hesitation and consistently. I have you and I’m very blessed for that; I hope he has someone too…” Her voice sounded sad, as if she felt bad for him. But she didn’t know who he was outside of the costume but sometimes having a true friend can make all the difference in the world.

The Dark Arts Destroyers (Jones Sparrow and SinfulSkills)

GREAT! She’s working with a pervert; he’s already checking her out right as she arrived at his door. Yuck. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea for her to turn around and leave. But she could really use some excitement in her life and it wouldn’t be a bad idea for her to show the Ministry that she could do the tough jobs. No matter what they were. Even if the toughest part of her job was dealing with her coworker. Even though he was a rather good looking guy and even the facial scruff gave him a dangerous and yet appealing trait about him.

“Yes, I am your new partner. Here I was told to give this to you.” With that Bree handed him the packet. She then stepped into the house and began to look around, her eyebrows rose and her caramel colored eyes expanded in surprise. There were a lot of things in the house but they were… empty. Nothing was in them, no dark or light magic. It was much like the things in her parents’ house that had never been touched by a wand. Wow, this guy was good. “Brittany Reilly,” She said, “New Transfer from the Auror division. You may call me Miss Reilly or Bree if you like. I hate my first name.” She stopped in front of a doll, surprised that it was empty she leaned forward, observing it for a second before standing back upright. She was tall for a girl, five foot nine inches; lots and lots of leg, toned and in shape, she was healthy, fit and ready for action.

The hallway led into the living room where she found a spot in one corner of the couch. Gently placing herself down onto it she looked up at him, a small closed lip smile curled the corners of her lips before she spoke. “What are your questions Mister Grace?”

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Her heart was fluttering, her chest was pounding and she was using every ounce of her strength not shake like a leaf, this had to be one of the most nervous points of her whole life and she was experiencing it tenfold. When he took the paper from her, her heart stopped in anticipation; something that is really the ultimate weapon against a girl. He questioned her wording and she held her breath, preparing herself for rejection or a lecture for asking him for such a thing. But when he said he would be honored, her heart sped up quickly and when he gave her a slight bow, she returned the gesture with a small curtsey.

By the time she had let go her lip she bit it again when he said the last questioning he had was about him jumping around in the suite and he proceeded to give her unspoken permission to look at him in the suite. Not only was this real life but this was up close and personal. The man under the suite was tall and toned, muscles defined by the suite gave them notice and shape. It was very attractive and one of the signs that Lexi found someone attractive was when she bit her lip, and instead of nerves filling her eyes, it was attraction and flirtation. “Okay then.” She said as he said he didn’t want to be that guy but he had to go. “I’ll see you around then.” She said brightly giving him a small wave. And yes, she did check him out as he walked away then swung away. In fact she was in such a daze that she didn’t realize her parents were running towards her until her mother’s arms flung around her body. She was too… distracted.

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If there was one thing that Lexi could sense it was when Aunt May was close to finishing dinner. It was almost like a six sense with food. Her parents had gotten her home and she showered and changed before they gave her a digging of questions as the raven haired girl sat at their kitchen table in one of Peter’s shirts that hung loosely on her frame from one of the nights she crashed at their place and she didn’t bring any night stuff and a pair of dark blue jeans with bright red converse on. It didn’t take long before Mister Archer was over and of course, he brought his son.

His son was a nice guy, but he lacked a lot of qualities she looked for in a relationship. He was a stern young man, hard headed and not very bright, but he had a good heart and, what a lot of girls at school saw, a lot of money to his name. “Lexi are you okay?”

“I’m fine Rick.” The young man took the seat next to her, in his traditional letterman’s jacket from his countless years of football all throughout their high school. If there were two people to be voted prom king and queen it would be these two but she, really wanted nothing to do with him. “At least we go everyone out of the building.” The adults began to talk about what could have cause it and praised Mister Archer for keeping all the files digitally and was able to save the file the Lexi had brought to him, Rick, whoever, tried to engage her in conversation that she wasn’t really a fan of; football. Poor guy didn’t know much else but that didn’t make him a bad person, just a… hard person to talk to.

“So… Mom can I borrow your car? I need to go talk to Peter.” Her mom gave her a look of ‘Rick’s here’ and she returned it with a look of ‘I don’t care’. With that her mom gestured towards her keys that were hanging on the wall. “I’m glad you’re okay Mister Archer and it was nice to see you Rick but I have to talk to Peter, it’s really important.” With that she excused herself, grabbing her purse and her mom’s keys to the wrangler and left.

Careful not to speed, Lexi pulled into the driveway and hurried up to the door. Knocking was hard because she had to force herself not to bang until Aunt May opened the door. “Lexi hello! Are you here for dinner?”

“Oh dinner!” Lexi said brightly. “That sounds lovely but I do have to talk to Peter right away, is he in his room.”

“Yes go on up, and wash up, dinner will be ready soon.” The woman always made amazing food and without fail, made enough for a third person.

Lexi ran frantically up the stairs and entered the open door to his room. “Peter!” She said in an overly excited manor. “I took your advice and I have an interview with Spider-Man sometime…” She stopped, her face scrunched together in thought. “Sometime when he’s free.” Her face relaxed and she waved her hand. “I can’t stay for too long, just for dinner. But I need your help.” With that she flopped down on his bed, kicking her shoes off she tucked her feet under her and pulled out a pad of paper with a pen. Avoiding the detailed about how she met him, knowing full well she’d get a lecture from Peter AND Aunt May about why she didn’t tell them in the first place and be bombarded with questions on if she was okay; and most likely being told she was crazy for being the last person to jump. She had a task she needed to finish!!

“I told him I’d ask him three questions. And I want to keep it brief, so I don’t take up too much of his time, and I don’t want to ask anything that could compromise who he is. I don’t want to be that person that rats out the superhero.” She shook her head as she scribbled it down on the paper. “I know what my first question is; ‘What inspired you to become a superhero?’ I thought that was a good one. Maybe what inspired him could help inspire others to do good.” She then began to tap the back of the pen against her full bottom lip, a trait she did when she was in deep thought. Her blue gaze moved up to Peter. “What would you want to ask him?”

Life of a Rich Kid |World Traveler & SinfulSkills|

Love your post, very funny but you didn't interact with my character, any suggestions on where I should take it?

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

They say that when you are going to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, Lexi wouldn’t know about death because she didn’t have that feeling but she did feel light headed and heart pounding. The poor girl was experiencing a lot of feelings at one moment; fear for her life, happiness that she helped others and lastly, acceptance. If she was going to die, if this was truly her time, she was ready to go. Her only regret is not telling Peter how she felt about him. But everyone dies with some regret right?

It wasn’t until she heard a voice that pulled her out of her daze. Her clothes and face covered in ash, her vision focused in to see that the one and only Spider-Man had shown up on the scene! His comment made her smile, a smile like she gave Peter whenever she saw him, which probably looked odd from her ash covered face with her bright white teeth. Her hand reached out taking a hold of his arm, “You have rather excellent delivery timing.” She said giving him a cheeky grin. With his arm around her she felt safe and secure and the freefalling was an insane feeling as they dropped, tumbling downward towards the ground. For some unexplainable reason, she had complete faith that he would catch them and he did, lowering them gently to the ground. As the crowd erupted around them, her face turned a shade of pink she wasn’t used to. It wasn’t common that Lexi Rogers got embarrassed and blushed but this was one of those rare moments when Spider-Man asked if she was alright. She nodded, her mouth opened to respond before she coughed as nasty cough, her light headed dizziness caught up with her as she started to lose her balance in time to get caught by one of the paramedics who happened to be rushing over. Before she could regain herself to say anything to him he was off again to save another life.

She had hoped to meet him but didn’t quite expect it to come about this way. As the paramedics handed her water to help rehydrate her system due to the over-exposure to heat and gave her an oxygen mask, they praised her for her bravery. It didn’t take much time before the camera crew was in her face, asking her questions about her experience inside and her encounter with Spider-Man. She told them who she was, knowing her parents, Aunt May and Peter were going to kill her and explained that everyone needed to put others’ lives before their own to help the city become a better place and that’s what she did. As she finished explaining she coughed some more, smoking leaving her lungs as she did so and the paramedics pushed the press away from her, the cops soon realizing that the press were bombarding people asking questions and began to shoo them back in time for Spider-Man to return with the young boy.

Upon his return, Lexi was back on her feet, she had felt better and was able to stand but thanks to the chilly breeze she was covered in a blanket. Taking a couple breathes from the oxygen mask, she watched the young hero sit down and take a mask for himself. Nerves filled her, what other chance would she have to talk to him? It was almost like she could hear Peter’s words echo in her mind, Maybe if you're lucky you could stumble upon him. He would kick her for missing the chance to talk to him, especially when it was something she wanted to do. She took a deep breath from the oxygen tank, wrapped the blanket around her, got a pen and a piece of paper from one of the reporters and wrote down something before folding the paper and returning the pen; she then left the tank behind and walked over to him.

“Hi.” She said softly when she arrived. Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding. She felt like it was her speech in front of the class, nerves and excitement at the same time; butterflies in her stomach and her heart attempting to escape her chest. “Thank you… for saving me, and that little boy.” Oh how original to start off, if Peter was here he’d kick her and tell her to spit it out. “I know you’re busy flying around and saving the city from all sorts of things but if you ever have some time…” Yes because he has free time that he plays golf! You’re being stupid!! Her inner voice lectured her but she kept going anyway, “I write for my school’s newspaper and would just like to ask you a few questions. Just three, I promise, I don’t want to take up a lot of your time and I just want to help inspire the people of my school like you inspire me. If… if you find some time and, of course, want to… here’s my address…” She said softly extending out the piece of paper to him. As if out of her control, she bit the lower right corner of her full lips, something she did purely out of nerves and it was something not only few people knew of or saw but it hadn’t happen in many many years.

The Dark Arts Destroyers (Jones Sparrow and SinfulSkills)

Normally the firing range at the Ministry of Magic was filled with people casting spells, timing their throws or practicing brand new things that had learned. But today, the range was nearly empty except down at one end where a horde of people had gathered around a single firing range spot. “There’s no way she can hit all those in one shout.” “Obviously you’ve never seen Miss Reilly at the firing range.” In the middle of the group stood a young woman, she took a deep breath before showing off her perfected stance and firing her spell, the ball of electricity shot out and split into four separate parts before slamming against the targets with such an impact that the targets and the stands exploded instantaneously. Expressions of shock, surprise and curse words left the group surrounding the woman. The woman just smirked, slipped her wand into her holder and left as the men and women who surrounded her exchanged words and money. Those people didn’t know who they were betting on and she had somewhere to be.

“Yes sir.” The young woman said as she walked into the Minister’s office. Her heart was pounding but her straight face didn’t show that, she grew up focusing so hard on things that she really didn’t feel like that she needed to express too many emotions.

“Brittany Reilly.” Her face twitched at the use of her first name, the caramel eyes of the blonde blinked a few times; a small expression of her annoyance at the use of her first name. It was so plain and boring and common that she preferred to be called Bree, but she knew better than to correct the Minister of Magic. “Your talents have not gone unnoticed by me or the other staff for that matter. We’ve been watching you closely and all your intense training, you are quite an impressive. But it’s time for you to put your talents to better use.”

“Sir?” She said questioningly as she tilted her head from her shouldered attention stance. “What better use is there of my skills then to be an Auror?”

“Oh that, is something very few people know. And you shall be one of the few.” The Minister said gesturing to a seat. Once she took it, he leaned over his desk and began to go over the details of what the D.A.D. did. He could see interest spreading across her face further and further as he spoke. “So, with that being said, you don’t really have much rules to follow but there is a catch.”

“Catch sir?” She repeated, a confused look spread across her small face.

“You will have a partner. But I’m sure that won’t a problem am I right Miss Reilly?”

“I don’t see it as a problem sir.”

“Wonderful. Come in.” The Minister called out to the door, an older man walked in, “This is Alex Marter, he will take you to your partner, I’m sure he’ll be glad to have someone to work with.”

It wasn’t until she got to her feet that she registered that he said he, and before she could get out the words to questioning why her partner was male, the two of them were out in the hallway. “Okay… I guess I’m working with a guy, that’s new…” She said under her breath as she followed the man to lead her to her coworker. It wasn’t until they got outside that was a confused. “He’s not here?”

“No, he works out of his home. He keeps holds of the relics that he helps destroy to insure that are done, it’s safer to keep them as far away from civilization was possible.”

“That seems logical.” Bree said as they took off in the Keyport to appear in front of the house. “Okay…” She said softly as the guy left her with a packet of information to give her new partner. A roll of her eyes left her as she walked up the path and straightened out her black shirt and dusted off her blue jeans. Leaning over she pushed the doorbell button and waited.