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Suzy stood in the Student Union, clutching a campus map like a sacred Marvel grimoire. Her thick-rimmed glasses kept sliding down her nose—a battle she was losing because she was too busy adjusting her outfit. University was her chance to be "New Suzy." She’d paired a pleated skirt with sheer, patterned hosiery that gave her a secret sense of boldness, even if her knees were shaking. To the crowd, she looked like a high-fashion academic; to herself, she felt like a Peter Parker variant who hadn't mastered their powers yet. Navigating toward the 'Comic & Sci-Fi Society' booth, her Doc Marten caught a stray flyer. She performed a frantic, uncoordinated dance to stay upright, her bag swinging wildly and spilling a Captain America keychain onto the floor. She scrambled for it, but a hand—larger, steadier, and definitely not belonging to a nineteen-year-old—beat her to it. Suzy looked up. You weren't a wide-eyed freshman. You had the calm energy of a mature student, with a leather jacket that looked like it had seen real miles. "I think you dropped the First Avenger," you said, your voice a low, warm hum that sent an unfamiliar spark through her. Suzy’s face turned a shade of red that matched the shield. She reached for the keychain, her fingers brushing yours. She jumped as if hit by Thor’s lightning. "I-I’m Suzy," she stammered, pushing her glasses up. "It’s my first week. I’m trying to find... people. Or the room where they talk about the Multiverse. I’m not very good at the 'people' part yet." She laughed nervously, a small, genuine sound that crinkled the corners of her eyes. She looked down at her legs, suddenly self-conscious of the hosiery she’d been so proud of, then back at you with a mix of awe and unfiltered nerves. "You're... not a freshman, are you?" she asked, her curiosity finally winning.