ᴀ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ

𝟷𝟹. sᴀғᴇ & sᴏᴜɴᴅ

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"Kid stop touching my stuff" My dad complains as I mess with his tools. Earlier this morning I woke up to tools dropping from the ceiling- apparently Peter webbed them to the ceiling to piss my dad off. It worked. He's been in a mood for about an hour now. I apologise and he lets out an irritated huff.

"Avrora, Dr Banner requests you in the kitchen." I quickly turn to look at my dad and he looks back at me. "What does he want?" I ask him but he just shrugs his shoulders.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I nod and slowly trudge behind him to the elevator.

As soon as we enter the kitchen Dr Banner looks over to us and smiles widely. My dad sits next to Bruce at the bar and I stand on the opposite side, slightly hiding behind my dad.

"I found that therapist's number and I thought we could give her a call, and maybe Avrora could meet with her later today?" What. I take a small step back and glare at both the men.

"Kid- listen. You obviously need help and we can't give you the help you need, please just go to one session and we can discuss it again after." He pleads and I look over and Dr Banner who's got the same awkward expression on his face as usual. With a nod, I leave the room, no longer wanting to be around my dad and I never especially wanted to be around Dr Banner in the first place.

Instead of going to my room I decide to go to the training room. It's been a while since I've trained outside of my small room gym so I'm probably very behind in training.

Before I enter the training room I hear Wanda and Natasha in there. I've been thinking a lot about Natasha. I feel awful about what happened in the medbay but I still don't fully trust her- I mean she is a trained assassin. Wanda wasn't in the dream, neither was Pietro but we haven't spoken since they are always with the others. I plan on talking to Wanda soon; i'm pretty sure MJ has been updating her as ive been texting them.

Ignoring both of them I storm over to the knife throwing area, I keep a set of daggers over there that nobody else dares to touch. The second I get there and start to unpack the daggers Wanda runs over to me.

"Rory!! I've missed you- are you okay?" She squeals much too loudly for my now enhanced senses- I dont think I'll ever get used to them.

"Не сейчас Ванда. Я не в настроении." (Not now Wanda. I'm not in the mood.) I growl quietly. She obviously wants to say something but she just sighs and solemnly walks back to where she was training with Natasha. I can hear them talking about me and honestly I couldn't care less. Placing my headphones on that I summoned before entering the room, I play my training playlist and pick up my daggers.

I stand in front of the target board, my focus unwavering. As the music pulsed in my ears, I expertly twirl the knife in my hand, feeling the rhythm of each throw. With each toss, the blade hits the target with precision, syncing perfectly with the music's tempo. The combination of the adrenaline from the throws and the pulsating music creates a surreal experience, turning the act of knife throwing into a dance of skill and artistry.

Despite the danger in the air, I find a strange sense of calm within the chaos, the music guiding my movements and enhancing my concentration. It's a unique blend of danger, music, and skill that makes each throw a thrilling and almost hypnotic experience. Well, it was until FRIDAYS voice interrupts my music in my headphones. I've had FRIDAY synced up with my bracelet/watch since I made it so she automatically speaks through my headphones that are connected to them when i'm wearing them.

"Mr Stark is requesting you in the garage." She states emotionless and I roll my eyes.

I place my daggers back in their spot and make my way out. It's been around an hour and both the women left a while ago so I luckily don't have any other encounters. I quickly summon some different clothes and make my way to the garage.