AUGUST 13TH, 2017
The sun filtered through the large windows in my room, a bright morning outside the walls of my current residence.
I was having none of that shit. I wanted to sleep all day, but knowing my mom friend, he wouldn- That's right.
" Uh. FRI? What time is it?" I asked, turning to face the ceiling.
" 7:27, Miss Roberts." ...shit. I jolted awake, rushing around my room to get properly dressed.
" Why didn't you wake me up?! I'm gonna be late!"
" It's not my job to be your alarm, Quinn."
" Thanks for the sass..." I muttered, rushing out into the hallway.
So! Uh. Introductions!
Name? Quinn Marie Roberts.
Age? 16. I'll be 17 in November.
Occupation? Junior in High School. ⅓ of Team Study
Current residence?
Please don't call me crazy.
Avengers Tower.
Yeah. Uh. Long story. Expect me to explain it later.
I've been here for a few months, I'm in high school here, and I'm best friends with two of my favorite heroes.

I approached the meeting room door, quickly opening it and shouting to the six people seated around the table-
" I'm here! You can start!" Needless to say, everyone looked annoyed. Cap 'Murica spoke up. " Quinn. It's-"
" Seven Thirty. I know, sorry Steve."
Steve Rogers.
Hero identity, Captain America, Star Spangled Man with a plan.
Age, twenty-er. Ninety-eight.
Still a virgin?
The go-to mom friend.
I know Steve means well. He's overprotective, motherly, and... Pretty much a golden retriever.

I took the seat between Nat and Clint, sigh escaping my lips.
“Looking classy, Roberts.." Clint smirked. Clinton Barton, Hawkeye
Age unknown
Archer extraordinaire
Ok. This guy.
Love this guy.
He's a loser, but I love him.
He's like my annoying uncle
Kate's my favorite hawkeye tho
Don't tell him
"Shut up Barton." I said, glancing down at my 'I heart hawkeye' shirt, sweatpants, and socks. Yeah…. I'd have to change later. And brush my tangled mess of a bed head- god, my long brown hair can be a pain. "Let him have his fun." Nat sighed.
Natasha Romanoff- Romanova?
Eh. Black Widow.
SHE IS AMAZING
Dude. Nat's like the cool older sister I never had
She's sarcastic, witty- Just a joy to be around surprisingly.

"But-" she gave me a look.
"Nnnnnever mind."

The meeting went on for thirty minutes, and I was trying my best not to fall asleep.
Ohhhhh my god, Steve will NOT SHUT UP I get that these meetings are important, but is this necessary???

"That's all for now. Avengers, go do your assignments."
Letting out a loud sigh of relief, I sprang from my chair and was about to leave but- “Roberts!” I knew that voice from anywhere.
I… I don't need to explain who Tony Stark is.
Iron Man?
An amazing genius?
Are you serious, I need to- Oh thank god.
“Please tell me you didn't spend the entirety of your month’s allowance yet.”
“Promise, Stark! I'm not that stupid!” I reassured him, patting the owl purse at my side.
“.... Not gonna comment. By the way- Your friend- the uh. Fangirl- called. Don't forget the study group."
“Got it, Tony!” I called out the door.
Oh. I should tell you.
My relationship with Iron ass? He's the reason I'm here, so you'd think I love him for that.

HELL NO
I changed into an appropriate outfit to go out in public in, meaning just throwing on jeans and ballet flats.
I hailed for a taxi, quickly hopping in.
Look, as fun as it is to be here-
“Where to, kid?”
I'm constantly worrying about one thing.
“Queens.”
Will I ever go home?
“Got it.Queens, eh? Heard about that-”
“Hero? Yeah. I'm staying at Avengers tower, Stark won't shut up about him.” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“There's another one nearby, she's fairly new as well. Alotta people seem to like her.” I felt like this was gonna be a long taxi ride….

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Okay. I’ve been stuck here for a while, traffic’s fucking crazy, what the hell is
“Hey, move it!” I looked up from my diary at the shout of the taxi driver, raising a brow as he honked the horn. “The hell’s out there?!” He yelled. There were yells further on ahead, a silence, then cheers. Oh I know what’s going on. I’ve seen Civil War. “Here’sthemoneythanksfortherideicanwalkfromherebye-” I called, rushing out the door.
Did you ever have that moment where you just broke down crying from joy?
That's happened twice in my life.
Once, when I heard Avengers was happening.

“Webs?”
“How?”
I smiled, knowing exactly who it was as a shadow passed by. A faint blur of red flew- no, swung- by.
The other?
When Spidey went back to Marvel.
I freaking love Spider-Man.
I headed to the apartment building, a smile on my face as I walked in. “Which floor was it agai-”
“DON’T CLOSE THE DOORS YET” a female voice called, a familiar dark skinned girl practically tripping as she ran into the elevator. “Hi Curly Q!” She grinned, dark brown eyes giving off a friendly glint, her light blue shirt had a thunder bolt on it, a red long sleeve underneath; she had jeans on, red sneakers, and a captain America shield satchel at her side.
Can you tell who this is? I'll give you a second.


Yup!
Kamala. Freaking. Khan.
Ms. Marvel.
My classmate and practically best friend, the other ⅓ of Team Study
Age-15 or 16. Never really asked?
The biggest fangirl I know (beside myself; and no I haven't met Gwenpool yet.)
I absolutely adore this girl???
We hang out
Beta read eachother’s fics You name it!
“Kam! I saw Peter on the way here, he uh. Had to… Grab something for May!”
Yeah. Despite being in a study group with them, they don't know each other's secret identity.
“Oh! Makes sense!” I let out a sigh of relief, walking out of the elevator and straight to the Parkers’ apartment door.
I knocked, May- unsurprisingly- opening it. “Hey Quinn, Kamala. Peter's in his room.” She smiled.
Kamala turned to me, an eyebrow raised. “You said-”
“LET’S GO IN PETER’S PROBABLY WAITING” I cut her off, hurrying into the apartment.
I honestly wonder if May questions how Peter got friends like me and Kam We're like Complete opposites
“Peter we’re coming in! You better not be naked!” I called, slamming open the door.
“Quinn?!”
Peter Benjamin Parker
Spider-Man.
15
Biggest nerd I know
My other best friend,the last ⅓ of Team Study
Easily embarrassed like
That's??? So cute???
The reason I bawled in joy for the second time in my life.
“Hi Parker!” I grinned. The brunette sighed. He had on a Stark Expo shirt, sweatpants, socks, and his hair disheveled. “Sit down, you have a test tomorrow, right?” “Yup.” Kamala plopped down, opening her bag. “Did you guys see Ms. Marvel on the news yesterday?”
“She was so cool!” I smiled, nodding.
If you're wondering- Yes. They know that I know their identities.
And my secret.
Team Study is my study group.
Peter's really smart, hasn't been accepted into Midtown High yet, Kamala and I just go to a school in Manhattan.
Tony's paying for my books, and I'm living the life My two favorite heroes as best frie-
Snap!
My pencil broke.
My pencil broke while I was writing. As soon as I sharpened it, I went back to work.
I'm currently waiting for Peter to finish his work bc he double checks his answers
He checks me and Kam’s, and that takes a while too.
“Hey, Pete.” Kamala spoke up. “You live in Queens last I checked.”
“Kamala, you took either a cab, the subway, or got a ride here. What do you think?” He raised a brow.
“So you gotta know what the Spider is!”
“Spider-Man…” Peter and I murmured.
“Yeah, I do. It's just a myth, Kam.” He looked back at his work,
“But- there's video evidence!” She gasped out. “It can't be edited!”
“It can easily be edited.”
I sighed. “I think it's real.”
Peter and Kam got into an argument on whether Peter’s hero persona was a hoax or not
I love these guys.
I lifted my pencil from the diary page, blowing a strand of hair from my face.
“I think that's good enough for today… But I'm not tired yet…” I leaned back against my pile of pillows, Sonic doll at my side. “... Let's mess with Stark!”

Notes

First chapter’s finally done…
Hi! I'm Bubble, and welcome to chapter one, of book one, of the Dimension Hopper’s trilogy!
The main character’s from our world thanks to Stark, and this story will be intertwined with her diary entries! Hope you stick around!