I looked over at the others. Most of us were around the are of 16. There were the twins, son and daughter of Thor. Then there was Natasha and Clint's son and daughter. And of course Bruce's son, who had somehow inherited the anger issues. But at least he didn't turn into a giant green monster.
I took a breath before walking over to them. I had never gotten on particularly well with anyone in the group. Mostly Stefan Stark. His sister was okay though. She was much younger than the rest of us. I guess when you're superpowers come from a hunk of metal and wires you have time for that. Thor has time too though. He and his kids will out live us all anyway.
I slip into the bunch, they were all laughing and joking. As soon as I stepped in they quieted down. I was a little offended but I relaxed my posture and leaned agains the cabinets. I wouldn't let them get to me. "Stop looking at me like I'm a stiff." I said in a joking manner.
"But she is one," I heard Clint and Natasha's daughter whisper to Joshua, Bruce's son.I brushed it off. It wasn't necessarily a low blow but it still stung and left a trace of achenes on my heart.
"Hey, guys common, Caroline isn't that bad." Thor's son spoke up. I nodded in thanks to him.
"He's right guys," Clint's son budded in. "She's quite remarkable. She has enough respect from our parents and her father to be able to put her word in. If we tried something like that we'd never hear the end of it. And I doubt our parents would ever let us speak during such an important meeting. So cut her some slack. She's more respected than her father is." he gave me a smile. And I couldn't help but notice his dimples. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he spoke. The moment was short lived though, because seconds later his sister spoke yet another rude comment.
"More like they fear her less."
He looked over at his sister, who was a year younger, with a disapproving look. "So, what is going on in that brain of yours?" he asked knocking softly on my cranium. He laughed and passed me a soda. I smiled and laughed along with everyone else. I looked up at him. He was just as tall as my father at a towering six feet. Almost a head taller than me who stood at a whopping five feet and five inches.
We started joking and laughing but soon enough it was time to get back to the meeting. I heaved a sigh of relief. I was glad I could get back to my comfort zone, near my father and not socializing, but I was also a tad bit sad. I had finally found at least a few people who get me and respect me. Sure I had known them for a good part of my life but we had never been friends before. Now was my chance.
