Bad Boy Supreme meet Black Widow

Confessions Of The Sexy But Scrawny

Leo Valdez POV
"What do you mean by 'You're probably the only family that didn't shun me at age four'?"
I gulped. She wasn't supposed to here that!!!

"Oh never mind, I didn't mean to say that." I said awkwardly.

"But you did." She noted. My plans began to sweat. Sure telling her about my Aunt Rõsa didn't seem so bad. But to me it was. Not just the crushing guilt I feel about it, but also the fact in how I may have to explain how I cam by as an orphan.

And that's a big no-no.

"Uhhh. I wasn't supposed to say that." I said awkwardly.

"But you did." She noted.

"Just drop it ok. I'll tell you later if you're so desperate to know." I said irritably. Why did she care what happened to when I was four.

If she really cared then she would've been at the funeral.

Which she was not.

"I am desperate to know. I may not know you, Leo. But I do care about my sister, and if you're her son them I care about you too." She said seriously yet softly at the same time.

"How did she do that?" A small part of my subconscious asked. But I barely took note of it, right now there was just a knot of anger growing inside the pit of my stomach.

"Don't. Say. That." I said while gritting my teeth.

"Don't say what?" She asked slowly, confused.

"Don't say that you care about me. If you cared about me then you would've been at the funeral. If you cared about me then you would've taken me in when the rest of the family kicked me OUT BLAMING ME FOR MY MOMS DEATH!! But I will tell you one thing. I. Didn't. Kill. Her." As I said this I realized that there were tears openly streaming down my cheeks. But I didn't care.

I honestly wasn't sure where all these emotions came from. I had managed to keep all of my emotions since her death. Covering up the pain with jokes. But now, just seeing one of my family members is breaking apart my barriers. The ones that took 13 years to put up.

Wow. I sound like a dramatic teenage girl from a story on Wattpad or something.

Suddenly, I felt small arms wrap around and pull me into a hug.

But no, this wasn't a warm and fuzzy hug like in the movies. In fact, it was probably the most un-comfortable considering she was wearing a skin tight leather suit.

My head was eased onto aunt Tasha's shoulder by a her (small) hand. My tears openly still streaming down my face were now falling off Natasha's leather clad shoulder.

I wasn't even sure what I wasn't doing right now. I mean, this was the freaking Black Widow for Gods sake and here I was sobbing like a 5 year old into her shoulder. Honestly I wasn't why I trusted her as much as I did. But I did.

I guess that's the difference when it comes to family. You love them and trust them and hope they do the same to you.

I already made the mistake of relying on family too much. The result of that was constantly running away from my problems.

But I felt different about this.

So I told them. I told them about Aunt Rosa, about moms death. Everything.

Except my demigod life. Cuz some stuff just has to stay secret for now.

It wasn't until I finished my story that I felt more arms wrap around me aunt Tasha. Then I realized I was getting a group hug from the freaking Avengers.

What. The. Hades.

Quickly growing nervous, I pulled away from the hug.

"So?" Steve asked. Despite just being in a group hug with them, I completely forgot that the Avengers were still here.

"So what?" I asked confused.

"So, would you still like to live here? In Avengers tower?" Bruce answered hopefully. Why they would even want me around, I will never know, but I'm gonna take advantage of it.

"You mean you're seriously asking me if I want to live with the Avengers in their tower?! Is that even a question?!?!" By now everyone, including me, was grinning.
"Of course I'll move in with THE AVENGERS! Jason and Percy are gonna be soooooooo jealous!"