New Kid... Living Under a Rock?
"I'm home, Mamá," Bailey called, closing the door behind him. He didn't expect Madre to be home yet. He heard a muffled groan coming from Madre's office. "Mamá?" He called worriedly, rushing to the room, not hesitating to throw the door open. Bailey's eyes watered in shock and horror at the sight. "Mamá!" He cried, kneeling in front of her barely conscious form. Bullets were embedded in the walls, Madre's desk had been flipped, and it was likely that whoever had done this had stolen something, but all Bailey cared about was the bleeding body on the floor.
"Bailey?" She croaked out. She reached up and caressed his face, smiling sadly. I don't think I'm gonna make it-"
"Don't say that Mamá, I'm calling the police, they'll know what to do. You're gonna be okay," he sobbed out. Scrambling for his phone, his hands shook as he turned it on.
"Call your Madre." Mamá's voice was surprisingly steady and her face was stern, and Bailey didn't think before obeying. He put the call on speaker.
"Bailey? What's going on? Are you alright?" Bailey sobbed into the phone, trying to form words.
"Come home... Mamá's hurt... Help," he managed to get out. The sound of a car accelerating drew his attention.
"I'm on my way. What happened? Put Mamá on the phone." Bailey could only comply. "Maria, are you okay? Where are you hurt?"
"Elizabeth," Mamá said, smiling. Bailey tried to stop the bleeding with his sweatshirt, but it was much too much, and the blood soaked through quickly. "I got shot in the stomach. Cariño, I'm dying... I love you..." Mamá's voice started to fade, and Bailey started to panic.
"Maria!" His Madre cried into the phone. "Stay with me, please, stay on the phone, keep talking-" Mamá hung up. Bailey tried to take the phone back, but Mamá shook her head.
"I love you Bailey. My sweet cariño... You've grown into such a wonderful young man. Goodbye..."
A few minutes later, Bailey's Madre burst in. But it was too late. Her already tear stained cheeks were again flooded with grief.
"Bailey, you must go." Bailey whipped his head up, shocked. His Madre rushed to the desk. Unlocking one of the drawers, she almost sighed in relief. "Here, take this," she said, shoving a box into his hands, "and go. This is 20 thousand dollars. American money. Run away, as far away from here as you can. Be careful." She drew him into a hug.
"But-"
"Use the back entrance. Find El Contrabandista. Sneak away to America or somewhere even farther. But don't get caught."
So Bailey Sanchez ran. Six thousand dollars and several death threats from a human smuggler later, he was on his way to New York.
And he was absolutely terrified.
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Peter tried not to groan as Flash came around the corner. School had just ended, and Peter was supposed to be at Avengers Tower soon. Flash would certainly enjoy making him late, especially since Peter had been avoiding him for most of the day. But to his surprise, Flash only shoved him into the lockers once before passing him.
"You're lucky I have somewhere to be, Penis," he called back. Oh, okay. Still same old Flash.
Peter nodded almost subconsciously, then bolted out the door, not wanting to take any chances. He scanned the crowded parking lot for Happy's sleek black car, but only saw it once quite a few cars cleared out. He jogged towards it.
"Hey Happy! How was your day? Did you get to do anything fun?" Happy grunted, although the small smile on his face was pretty clear.
"Get in, kid." Peter complied with a cheeky smirk. As usual, he told Happy all about his day. And as usual, Happy didn't say much in reply, but he listened to Peter fully.
"Bye Happy! Have a great day!" Peter rushed off before Happy could reply. Happy chuckled to himself.
"You too kid," he said, driving off.
"Hey Baby Spider! It's a good thing you named yourself 'Spiderman' instead of after a cheetah or something, because you really are too slow." Pietro had popped up behind him again as he got off the elevator, and Peter almost didn't flinch this time. "What, you didn't see that coming?" Peter fake pouted.
I'm
"Cousin Pietro! I'm not THAT slow! You just have super speed!" Pietro rolled his eyes and sped Peter to the common room. The first time Pietro had done that to Peter, the teenager had thrown up, but now he was used to it.
Clint was sitting on the couch watching the news. Peter hopped over the back of the couch, landing next to him. Clint fell off the couch.
"Jesus, Peter, what the hell?" Peter shrugged.
"Sorry Uncle Clint." Peter continued to watch the news, which had a mugshot of a blonde woman.
"Illegal immigrant to Mexico, one major drug boss, Elizabeth Taylor Sanchez was arrested today. Her spouse was found dead in the apartment, shot by a rival gang, while her recently adopted son has not yet been found. The police suspects him of running away from her toxic influence. She has not spoken on the matter, but -" The t.v. abruptly shut off.
"Hey, we were watching that!" Peter and Clint yelled simultaneously. Pietro just sighed in relief. Tony smirked.
"Too bad. Whoever is down to the car last won't get ice cream!"
"Ice cream?!?" Clint, Peter, and Pietro exclaimed.
Needless to say, they all got ice cream, mainly because Tony refused to believe he had lost.