I wanted bang my head on the table as I led timed to the Avenger's bicker back and forth on whether to rush in or to figure out more. If rather be helping my mother cook then siting here. I let out a loud groan. My farther looked at me.
"Would you pay attention. I know you don't want to be here, but this is inportant." He said as he raised his voice at me. I balled my fists and sat up in the chair. I looked over at my little sister. She was about ten or so. She seemed to be very interested in the conversation nodded in agreement to some of the things Captain America's daughter had to say.
"Can I leave?" I muttered as I looked at my farther. "Stefan if you complain one more time so help me..." He voice trailed off and I understood his point. That got me to shut up. I stared at the table. I didn't ever pop my gum anymore. I understood what my farther meant and his threats meant a lot, but this was pointless. They where always going to be threats in the world. The avengers needed to retire and leave it to some other superhero to save the day.
