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BEEP BEEP BEEP

I slowly awaken, much to my dismay, to an excruciating sound beside me.

What the hell is that god awful sound?

Sitting up with a loud groan, I realise its my alarm I had FRIDAY set the night before and I immediately regret doing so. As soon as I get out of bed, the irritating noise stops and I begrudgingly make my way to my bathroom to shower.

Today feels like a shit day.

After showering, I make my way over to my closet and pick out my outfit for the day. I dont think we're going out today, so I pull out comfortable clothes and quickly get dressed.

(this is the outfit im imagining, feel free to think of something else)

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(this is the outfit im imagining, feel free to think of something else)

After thinking for a while on what hairstyle to do for the day, I decide on a french braid as I'm not in the mood for it to get in my way and after carefully doing it, I head for the elevator.

"Morning dad, morning nat, morning bucky" I greet warmly as I enter the kitchen. They all respond the same way and Bucky hands me one of my pastries along with some fruits on the side. I smile gratefully at him as I take a seat beside my dad at the counter.

"Soo.. Avrora, where were you and the kid last night? We barely saw you." He teases, full well knowing that answer thanks to the tower's non-stop gossip.

"We were on the roof, we just talked." I state, bored of the conversation already. He then looks at me with a smug look on his face before tapping something on his tablet.

"Oh my gods-"

"This doesn't look like 'just talking' hm?" He smirks, playing the footage of me and Peter Parker dancing together on the lit up rooftop for everyone in the room to see. Now even more annoyed, I glare at him and pull out my dagger from my thigh holster, threatening to stab him.

"NATASHA! PEPPER! HELP!" He squeals like a ten year old child and both the women come running, thinking he's about to die. Only to see me giving my dad a death glare and holding my dagger up at him.

Natasha immediately runs over to me and holds my arm back as Pepper lectures the elder on annoying me. After her lecture, I feel satisfied enough and pull my arm away from Natasha and 'warmly' smile at my dad to which he rolls his eyes at. They all know that we're just messing around, but they can never be too sure.

"I'm going to my lab daddy, bye Pep, bye Nat" I state, heading towards the staircase to mine and dads workshops without giving anyone a chance to object.

"Okay sweetie!" I hear, not sure who the voice is coming from due to the now big distance between me and them. As I arrive, I place my headphones on my head and put on my playlist I always listen to whilst in the lab.

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