@youngblccd — “kid queens” & “captain brooklyn”
“mr. rogers!” peter called out to the older man, though he tried not to make much of a scene. he didn’t want anyone to pay attention to him. “mr. rogers!” he tried again, but he was pretty sure steve still hadn’t heard him. he was a decent distance away, and there was enough noise from campus that the track field seemed to be drowning out his voice. opening his backpack, he pulled out a notebook, scrawled out a note as quickly as possible, and then lined it up, tongue stuck between his lips, one eye closed, one eye squinted. then, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, he put the note against the webshooter, and shot a small one that sent the note flying directly into the coach’s palm, sticky white threads latching on to his fingers. hey cap! peter waited to know he’d gotten his attention, giving a sheepish wave. he hadn’t realized captain america was in town, too! he saw a new familiar face every day, it seemed.
