It All Started In A McDonald's...

"You're an Avenger, aren't you?" MJ asked me.

I bit my lip. "Damn, you got me," I sighed, as she flicked all the doors of non-Avenger celebrities on her celebrity-themed Guess Who board. Why she had this game was beyond me, but here we were, at midnight, still playing.

She nibbled on the pizza crust which I was sure had gone cold now before pointing it at me. "You do realise there are only five Avengers on this board, which makes choosing one a very stupid idea, right?"

"And yet it took you six turns to ask that question," I shrugged. I clapped my hands and looked at the options left on my board. "OK, my turn. You're Dua Lipa, aren't you?"

MJ dropped her pizza crust and pursed her lips, not answering for a moment. "Yeah. I am."

I threw my hands up in victory. "OK, but you do realise, there are only three popstars on this board-"

"Shut up."

MJ's room was like an updated version of mine. It's almost exactly the same size, but it's the kind of place I'd actually like to spend time in if I had a room like this. Her wallpaper's old, but she's covered it in posters and random pictures she drew (including some of me which were interesting, to say the least) and she didn't even have a lamp – all her light came from the fairy lights she had strung around the place. I might have to do something similar to cover up my disgusting yellow walls.

No, there were two problems. I wasn't an artist, and fairy lights would make the yellow even more obvious.

"You done gawking at my art?" MJ asked me, packing away the game we'd been playing.

"You call this art?" I replied, sarcastically. "I've seen Picassos better than some of this." (Oh yeah, neither of us were Pablo Picasso fans. Random fact.)

"Hey, you can't draw any better, Ms I Can't Decide What Hand To Use," MJ retorted, stuffing the box under her bed and throwing the pizza crust at me, which I naturally dodged.

"I did decide, actually," I shared. MJ raised an eyebrow, gesturing for me to go on. "I am now officially right-handed." I'd chosen right hand thanks to Loki's training tips. Though technically I was ambidextrous, so that would probably change to left hand in a few weeks.

"Ooh, check you. What bought on this change of heart?"

I shrugged. "My enthusiasm to return to school and make a good impression."

Oh God. School. I was going there in about nine hours. Shit. And I had no idea what I was doing.

"Right, you're clearly half-asleep, because you would never say that in your right frame of mind," MJ sighed, before collapsing onto her bed. "Enjoy your sleeping bag."

I can't remember falling asleep, and I certainly can't remember getting on the school bus the next day, and when I realised where I was, I checked myself quickly to make sure I wasn't still in my PJ's. That'd be embarrassing. Thankfully I wasn't.

Here I was. On my way to the hell I had so blissfully left for a week of a life of an Avenger. Damn, I was going to miss that.

But I had missed MJ, so it was nice to see her again.

"When was the last time I went on a school bus?" I mused to myself, looking out the window. Turning to MJ, I realised she was in the middle of a new drawing. "Ooh, you really do like drawing me. I'm flattered."

"You moved!" she scolded me, whacking my arm, before calming back down and sweeping her hair from her face. "And I only draw you when you stay still long enough for me to. I have to take advantage of those rare moments."