Agent Scythe

Day at home pt.1

Peter nudges me awake. I open my eyes only to immediately close them again. "Close the curtains, too bright." I groan, the pain from my leg hitting me as well as a headache from yesterday's concussion. He closes the curtains and I open my eyes again to see him on the phone, probably with the school. He hands me the phone, and I sit up groaning, leg getting fairly jostled in the movement. "Yes?"

"It's me, Principal Morita, Peter tells me you won't be coming to school today and he's staying at your house. Care to tell me why?"

"I hurt my leg yesterday and hit some coral or something hard while we were at the beach. I blacked out and the next thing I know I have a giant scratch stretching from my thigh to my calf, and a possible concussion. Or at least a horrid headache. I hate doctors and this was the only way Peter would let me get out of going to the hospital."

"I see. Why can't your parents take care of you?"

"On a business trip. They didn't tell me how long it would be cause they didn't know. All they said is they would be out at least the rest of the school year."

"Why not stay with a family friend?"

"Don't have any. My parents weren't social people, and until Peter, Ned, and MJ I was homeschooled and didn't have any friends."

"Alright. Thank you, please call when you think you can go back to school."

"I will, goodbye."

I handed the phone back to Peter and grabbed my own. No messages from Fury, good. He handed me a plate filled with leftover fruit from last night, which there was a lot. I ate and then stood up, a bit wobbly, and went into the bathroom to get dressed. I wore a simple blue smocked shirt, and a pair of black leggings and silver sandals. I rubbed my bracelet dearly, looking at the crescent moon charm. I was worried I would click it by mistake, but oh well. I put it on and brushed my hair, double-checking the illusions that were on my eyes and cat parts. I smiled and got a cup of 'juice' from the kitchen, seeing Peter with another cup of it in his hand. 

"Uh, whatcha got there?" I asked

He grinned with barely stifled laughter, "A smoothie."

I laughed, a classic meme if I do say so myself. "But seriously."

"Oh, I figured you wouldn't mind if I tried your juice, I haven't had any juice in a long time.

I smiled while cringing in my head, "Go ahead, although it is an acquired taste, I'll admit. Literally nobody actually likes it, but hey, more for me!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Peter's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I smiled and took a drink, just barely swallowing it before I put the cup down. It was horrible, but something I've tasted before, I'm sure of it...

"Yeah, I didn't think so."

I turn around to see her giggling at the disgust on my face, hand covering her mouth to muffle it.

"Haha, yeah, very funny. So what are we doing today? I honestly doubt that no matter how much I protest, you'll refuse to stay in bed."

She grinned, "Yup. I have a few things in mind, first it's off to the art room."

She walks off, and I follow her. After a minute or two, she enters a room and it's beautiful. There are stands with sculptures, both finished and not, as well as a few nature-based paintings on the wall. There are two easels off to one end of the room, and shelves and cabinets filled to the brim with paints, brushes, and sculpting tools galore. There are also in one corner large bags filled with clay to be used later, and in another corner a sink. I open one cabinet to find it filled with yarn and what appears to be stiff rope coils. (I don't remember what they're actually called) Even the walls are painted with natural scenes. One wall, which has nothing against it, has an unfinished mural. The mural has pastels and shiny metallics, but I can't quite yet tell what it is.

"It's amazing, did you make all this?" I ask, looking at the room in awe.

"Well, yeah. Nobody even knows, or at least remembers, that this place exists. So, everything has been done by me. Nobody else has ever been here in years and years." She answers, moving over to an unfinished sculpture.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tidedancer's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I slightly smile. It's nice to know someone likes my work. I walk over to one of the statues I have yet to finish. I actually started a few days ago, just barely had the time to work on it. Luckily the clay is huge so if I'm careful I won't have to slip-and-score appendages and wings on. It's going to be a dragon, which is why it's so huge. I notice Peter still kinda standing in the doorway, so I direct him over to a table I have in the center of the room.

 I give him tools and a decent-sized amount of clay, as well as the instructions on how to use them, and tell him to make whatever he wants. When he's done I'll use fire on it (While he's out of the room, I don't own a kiln) and then give him glaze to paint it. I scootch back over to my sculpture.

I start on the wings, manipulating the clay to the sides, while still leaving a good-sized torso. I make them pointed at the ends, and slightly curling inward. I begin next on the head with sharp, intelligent eyes. Well, intelligent for clay anyways. I make the horns long and slightly curved, ornate, and swirls indented softly into them. I stop. That's enough for now. I want to continue on my mural and see what Peter's done.

I turn around to face the table and internally laugh. What was I expecting? He made a spider. Spiderman made a clay spider. I don't know why but I frankly find it hilarious. I wash my hands and take out my paints and brushes.

I do long, soft brushstrokes. I start in the middle, starting with violets and blues, as well as a bit of silver here and there. It slowly begins to take shape of a willow tree, with purple and blue leaves, and a gray-brown trunk. In my mind I split the background in two, becoming day and night. I start over on the left, day, and create blue skies and sunshine, bright green grass with the tiniest dusting of glitter here and there. I then begin a dark purple and navy sky on the right, with a full moon and shimmering stars, and emerald green grass. In the middle of the two, in front of the tree, is a large lake. I begin painting and throughout this entire thing it's like I'm in another world, full of nostalgia and memories. (even though irl this don't exist the feelings the same) The pool of water has the tiniest, barely visible, threads of color swirling around in its blue depths. 

When it's finished I step back to admire my work. It's exactly how it is in my mind, full of life and natural magic. Not that stuff Dr.Strange uses, but real magic, connected in its heart to nature and primordial sources. I wash my hands and send Peter out of the room so I can 'kiln' his spider.

Once he leaves I summon fire, heated at the right temperature, and turn the clay into it's 'final stage'. I bring him back in and hand him glaze and brushes to color it.

When he's finished I guide him out of the room to our next activity.

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