Copycat & The Spider-Man (Marvel Fem!OC)

A Speck Of Normalcy.

C.C. spent the rest of her Saturday and Sunday morning inside her room.

Tony had taken his part as C.C.'s potential guardian seriously, she'd never seen him act this way before, a year ago he didn't even know what her powers were, and now he wanted to be her tutor? She couldn't help but think there were hidden reasons behind it.

The girl visited him after lunch, she knocked on the doorframe before entering, and the man looked up, a relaxed smile adorning his face. 

"I was wondering when you'd come to gossip," He patted the bench next to him. 

"I'm not here to snoop," She replied. "I have questions, and I want you to be honest."

"I'm listening."

"Pietro and I read the accords, but we didn't understand half of its fancy wordings," She took the seat he'd offered. "So I'll just ask about what I wanna know, what I care about. Do the accords forbid me from living anywhere outside the compound?"

"You can live anywhere you want as long as you keep the UN informed about your whereabouts, otherwise they'll assume you've run away. You won't be asked to do that until you're an adult, though."

"Am I allowed to say no to a mission if I don't want to go?"

"You won't be going to any mission until you turn twenty-one," He repeated. "I made sure of that. You'll have years to enjoy yourself and you'll start the adulting stuff until you're mentally and physically ready."

"What about the twins?"

"They get amnesty and the opportunity to become US citizens."

"I don't know what being an Avenger means, Tony," She began. "But Steve's against these accords. Wanda's pissed about it, Sam too, and two of them used to be in the army. It makes me feel like we're making a mistake."

"Listen," He began patiently. "Steve's an old man trapped in a young body. He grew up thinking everything was either black or white. He doesn't understand grays, which is what we are. Sam would rather see the world in flames than disappoint his childhood hero—"

"Wanda says that if we sign we'll be giving up our free will, she doesn't want to be a prisoner—"

"What I want you to do is to think about yourself, instead of what Wanda wants. I know it's not right, asking a fifteen-year-old to decide her whole future in two days, but you're not a regular kid. At least with the accords, you'd be asked less than without them."

"Yeah, it does seem like it," She sighed. "I'm gonna need one more hour."

"You have the whole night," He told her kindly, then pointed a finger at her. "But do pack your bags while at it, I'm driving you back to the city at four."

***

Her beeper started buzzing. 

I'm bored.

She smiled at it, pressing the button for the walkie-talkie.

"Read a book," The girl spoke. "Way more entertaining than Star Wars."

"Pretty sure that's blasphemous," Peter replied. "How's your weekend going?"

"It's been interesting," She said shortly. "Yours?"

"Ned and I went to his cat cafe and then spent most of our afternoon building a lego set. We played video games for a while, and then I went home. On Saturday I went grocery shopping with May and we ordered a pizza. When are you going to visit again? May says she misses you..."