Aunt Skye: I'm in New York! I repeat, I am in New York!
Peter: Yay! When can we meet up? School just got out and I'm free every day.
Aunt Skye: Whenever in the next month. Nat? Clint?
Mom: How about now? I'll go pick up Pete and find Clint and we can meet at that cafe on Romeo Blvd. (I just made this up for my story. I don't think Romeo blvd is a real street, much less in New York, but who knows?)
Aunt Skye: That works! See you soon!
Mom: Bye.
Peter: See you soon!
Nat's POV
I stood up from the couch and climbed into the vents.
"Clint?! Where the heck are you?! We need to go get Peter and meet Skye at the cafe."
"I know. I saw the text. There's no need to yell." He appeared behind me.
I shrieked. He smirked and I gave him a look. "We will not speak of this,"
"Mhhm. Ok. Whatever you say," he said chuckling.
We get in the car and drove to Peter's house.
When we got there, he was already standing outside. He saw us and hopped in the car.
"Hey mom! Hey dad! I can't wait to meet Aunt Skye!" Peter kept rambling on, excited to finally meet Skye. When he called me mom, it warmed my heart.
I took us a few minutes to get to the cafe, and I immediately saw Skye. We walked over and I saw Peter become more happy than ever.
She got up and immediately hugged Peter. "You must be Peter. I'M SO HAPPY TO FINALLY MEET YOU!!!!!" She was so happy. I knew about her past and how she never truly had a family. I knew that, she would do everything for Peter to like her.
All of the sudden, Peter started crying.
"Hey, what's wrong Peter?" I ask.
"It's been so long since someone wanted me and all I've wanted was for Aunt Skye to like me and now that I know she does it just makes me so happy," he cries.
All we do, is have a group hug.
A/N: I've had this draft for a long time, and I hurt my tailbone, so I can't do wrestling. I'm watching my friends wrestle in front of me, and decided to finish this and publish it. Have an amazing day lovelies!
You are valid, amazing, stay safe, and stay in school!
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You Got The Wrong Number Kid
FanfictionA classic wrong number fanfic, but with a twist. What if Peter accidentally texted Natasha Romanoff? And what if Tony Stark had a daughter? Also, sorry Aunt May. Cuteness and hilarity ensured.