This high school and its socially stratified dynamics were just another challenge to be endured as I solidified my cover identity. But they also reaffirmed how crucial it was for me to maintain firm boundaries. I couldn't afford to let the distractions of teenage drama and petty social politics derail me from my larger objectives.
Up ahead, I spotted the familiar figure of Peter Parker chatting animatedly with his friend Ned. But rather than the 7-year-old kid according to MCU, he looked to be around my age—12 or 13 at most. Just another perplexing aberration in this strange amalgamated reality I found myself in.
Before I could even formulate a response, she was sauntering back to her seat, leaving me feeling equal parts flustered and deeply unsettled. High school dramas and silly flirtations from Felicia Hardy were the least of my concerns; if I couldn't even maintain a basic secret identity, there was no telling what threats could surface to derail my plans.