Fury's POV
As I read the report in front of me I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face, this kid is perfect for the avengers, he needs serious training yes, and some bad habits need to be sorted out but that won't be too hard with his supervising officer.
I give the asset the green light to bring Mr Parker to me so I can speak to him in person, which I admit I am not looking forward too as in the extensive report I received it clearly stated that the kid is hyperactive, so it's going to be like giving candy to a baby...an already crazy baby...
Peters POV
OMG...OMG....OMG...
THE AVENGERS WANT ME!
ME!
Peter Park!
This is insane, I'm hallucinating right, like my chem lab exploded and I'm just now experiencing the after effects.
I pinch my arm to double check.
NOPE
This is real, omg, this is crazy.
At first I didn't believe the agent that approached me, i mean who would, like this kind of crap only happens in movies.
Yet here it is happening to me, Peter Parker.
The agent clearing her throat pulls me back down into reality and I realise I've been staring off into space for a good 10 minutes and she's getting inpatient waiting for me to move.
"Wait, where am I going?" I ask uncertainly.
She opens a car door and indicates for me to get in, I don't. Her eyes harden almost instantly and I freeze. This lady's scary as hell.
"To see director Fury, do you want to keep him waiting?"
Holy crap. I move almost instantaneously.
"No Ma'am let's go".
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The warrior
FanfictionA emotionless puppet. Whose strings have been pulled so tight they just might break at any given point. And when they do, god help those who have been controlling her for over a year...
