Roommates

Prologue

April 27, 2018 Greenwich village

Sitting in class at NYU's College of Arts and Science James Dorsey's attention from the note taking of her professor's lecture was interrupted by a booming loud humming noise and people screaming outside. Several of her fellow students ran over to the window to see if they could see what was happening. Just as Jamie was about to get up to see for herself she got a text alert. It was from her best friend. Knowing that if he was texting at a time like this it was important, she grabbed her phone out from her purse.

Webhead 🕸️: Get out of the area. Aliens are attacking six blocks from your school.

Short stack 🥞: Which direction should I avoid?

Webhead 🕸️: Head towards the park and get home as quickly as you can. I'll see you later.

Shit! Snatching up her notebook, purse and backpack she does what Peter said to do. Get the hell out of there. Not one to be self-serving Jamie called out to the rest of the class to let them know they needed to move away from the danger, not stand there and film it.

"It's aliens and they're six blocks from here. My friend said we need to evacuate now. Stay north." With that she ran out of the lecture hall. Then out of the building and headed straight for Washington Square park. Which apparently was the wrong way to go because out of nowhere Iron man was thrown through a building and skipped across the lawn to her right like a stone across a lake. Pausing for like two seconds to try and process that she was now in the thick of it, Jamie booked it around the fountain for the other side of the park. A sparkling orange circle that looked like a portal caught her attention when it dropped out half of a taxi and… Bruce Banner?

Where the hell had this guy been hiding for three years and why wasn't he Hulking out? Hopefully he did something soon cause Stark was getting his ass kicked by the giant troll looking alien who was tearing up the park using his red and gold metal covered face while Dr Banner stood by almost getting crushed by a tree in the middle of having an existential crisis.

All she wanted to do on this supposed to be chill Friday was go to class, work for a few hours at the flower shop and then hang with Peter and MJ as they binge watched Killing Eve for the second time. Instead, she was dodging a cut in half taxi, giant ass chunks of trees and concrete.

Running as fast as she could, Jamie almost made it halfway through the park before she saw Spider-Man stop the troll looking alien from crushing Iron man with its hammer thing. Stopping for just a moment to see what was going to happen she accidentally dropped her purse which inconveniently spilled the entirety of its contents. Of course. Because why not?! Dropping to her knees she scooped up what was most important and stuffed it all back into her purse just as she saw Spider-Man take off after what looked like an unconscious flying man being chased by a flying… Squidward?

Seriously, what the hell was going on?

Abandoning the park as fast as her short legs could carry her, Jamie ran blindly as far as she could go before it felt like her lungs were going to burst with the need for oxygen. Half collapsing against a pawn shop's doorway she gasped for breath as she tried to keep her shaking legs steady enough to hold her up. Heart pounding out of her chest Jamie could still hear screams, but they weren't as loud as before. Cautiously stepping out she looked back the way she came in time to see the huge ass circular spaceship rapidly rising into the air. Within minutes it was gone, but the whole of the city was still in chaos as people tried to come to grips that aliens had just attacked New York (again) and tried to figure out what the hell they wanted.

Knowing that Peter would catch her up later Jamie worked her way back the way she came to try and catch the bus that would start to take her back to Queen's. Mind on her singular purpose she dodged and weaved through the panicked crowds of Greenwich village. Quickly giving into grabbing an available cab she hopped in and told the cabby to step on it. Today she could justify the expense because it wasn't every day her city was attacked by aliens. Often enough that it was annoying, but not too often that they were desensitized to it. Giving the cabby her address she sat back and tried to get the shaking in her hands to stop.