Peter was brushing his teeth and non-stop talking to Ned. Ned knew I was Nocturne and Peter was Spiderman.
"What are you guys gonna do about the water monster?" Ned asks.
"Nothing. It's dead." Peter replies. "Besides, that Mysterio guy is all over it. Look, I just wanna spend time with you-know-who."
"Wait, who's you-know-who?" I ask.
"No one." Ned and Peter say in unison.
I raise an eyebrow at them and go back to looking on my phone. Yeah, just because my mom is a superhero doesn't mean she shut me out from technology! I have some amazing photos on Instagram. It's awesome.
For example;
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MJ loves to do photo shoots with me. It's a way for us to bond. I was going through my camera role and smiling at the old times when the other Avengers used to steal my phone.
"We were talking about Paris, and I think she really likes me." Peter continues.
"We were literally just talking about Paris." I mumble.
"That's nice." Ned says. "Reminds me of when Betty and I fell in love. I had just finished my fruit cobbler, and-"
Ned's sentence gets cut off short by a tranquilizer going into his neck. My eyes widen and I look in the direction it came from.
"You are very difficult people to contact, Spider-Man and Miss Maximoff." The man says.
Peter takes his toothbrush out of his mouth and I go to stand beside him.
"Nick Fury is in our room." Peter says, amazed. "And you just shot Ned."
"Nick who?" I ask.
"Nick Fury. Mrs. Maximoff never mentioned him to you?"
I shake my head.
"It's just a mild tranquilizer." Nick replies. "He'll be all right. So good to finally meet you! I saw you both at the funeral, but I didn't think that was a good time to exchange numbers."
"Can we please not talk about the funeral?" I ask, not wanting to be reminded that Mr. Stark is... gone.
Peter clears his throat. "No, that would've been inappropriate."
"That's what I just said."
"Right."
"The important thing is, you're both here. I tried to bring you here. You avoided me, and now you're here." Nick says.
I lean over to Peter. "What the hell did you do?" I whisper.
"Wait. Was this a coincidence?" Peter ignores my comment.
"I used to know everything. Then I come back five months later, and now I know nothing. No intel, no team. And some high school kids are dodging my calls." Nick almost shouts. "Here's what I do know."
He sets down some little trinket and it lights up, projection something above the table. "A week ago, a village in Mexico was wiped out by a cyclone. Witnesses say that cyclone had a face."
Ned snores and we all turn to look at him before looking back at Nick.
"Three days later, a similar event in Morocco." Nick explains. "A villiage-"
Rhythmic knocking sounded and Nick pointed his gun at our teacher who stood at the door. "Just making the rounds. See if anyone needs any emotional counseling after today's traumatic events."
"No, we'll be okay. We're fine. Thank you." I panicked.
"Great, because I'm not qualified to actually—" He looks at Ned and starts whispering. "Oh, he's passed out. I'm not really qualified to do it anyway, so good night."
"Night." Peter and I say in unison. "That was our teacher, sorry about that." I cleared my throat. "You were saying?"
"A village was destroyed by what may well be another world-threatening-" Nick gets interrupted again by Betty.
"Babe, you still awake?" She asked. "You're not answering any of my texts."
"He's asleep, Betty!" I shouted.
"Oh, already!"
"Yeah."
"Okay! Goodnight."
"That's why it's imperative-" once again, Nick was interrupted.
"Hey guys!" Mr. Dell shouted. "So that canal water was filled with dangerous bacteria..."
He kept going and Nick sighed. "Another person touches that door, we are going to attend another funeral." He put the trinket back in his pocket. "Both of you, suit up."
He turned around and Peter groaned. I went over to my suitcase and took out my red jacket, black leggings, black boots and corset. I looked back at Peter to see him standing there awkwardly.
"Turn around, pervert!" I shouted at him.
He shook out of his trance and started to dig in his suitcase for his suit, turning around. I got changed as quickly as possible, and turned around a bit to see Peter with no shirt on. God damn it. I quickly turned back and shut my eyes tight.
On the boat
"Stark left these for you two." He handed us cases.
We opened them up to reveal matching glasses, both a different color. Peters had blue lenses whilst mine were a greyish-pink.
"Who's were these?" I asked.
"Peters belonged to Tony." Nick began. "Yours were Pepper's. She knows she's not able to handle the industry by herself."
We both put the glasses back and I sat down.
"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Nick smirked. "Tony said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference."
Underground
"You can lose the mask. Everyone here has seen you without it. No one has really seen Y/N, Wanda does a good job at hiding her." Nick said to Peter as we walked into an area with computers.
Peter pulled his mask off and we both stopped. He leaned over to me. "Try not to show your Sokovian accent here."
I slapped his arm and sighed. He just chuckled. Nick waves us over to him and we slowly started walking with him.
"Over there, we have Maria Hill." He pointed to one of the female workers. "That is Dimitri."
Dimitri cocked his gun which instantly make me raise my hands at him.
"He won't do anything to you. You can stop with the attitude." Nick said to me.
"This attitude is because you took us away from the motel without telling us why." I put my hands back at my side, my accent showing with my anger.
Nick stopped and looked back at me. "Is it your time of the month?"
"Okay, that's it you asshole." I walked up to him, raising my hands with my powers.
"Okay, okay. Chill out there." A new voice said.
A/N: im so sorry for not updating, ive had like no motivation for this book whatsoever. but i promise ill try and have more chapters out soon!
