Godson of the Widow

The Avengers

Imagine something like the picture above for Nico's bed. ;-)

~~~Nico Pov~~~

I followed Natasha to my room and she immediately shows me how to unlock it. There was no key.

"All you have to do is put your hand, it doesn't matter which one, on the handle. No one you don't give permission to can open it."

"Okay, simple enough," I put my right hand on the handle and turned the handle. I heard a click and the door swung open.

"Nice job, I'll let you explore your room, while I deal with the boys, and then you can come out and I'll introduce you to everyone."

"Okay, Tasha."

I walked in as Tasha turned and went back the way we came. My room had black walls, hardwood floors, a dark gray rug, and dark gray doors and furniture. The comforter on the queen size bed was black and so were 2 of the pillows. The sheets and other 2 pillows were the same dark gray as the rug and doors. There were also 2 more doors coming off the room. They were, upon further inspection, a closet, and bathroom. There was also a desk, a bedside table, and a dresser with a mirror. Both closet and dresser already had some clothes in them. I unpacked and put everything away and, about 10 minutes after Natasha left to deal with the others, walked back to where Tasha had yelled at the Avengers.

The room was cleaned and Tasha was currently scolding the man who had the hammer and the man who I assumed had been inside the red and gold robot. I had a feeling that she kept order around here.

Tasha suddenly stood up straight and stopped scolding them before adding, "And don't let it happen again."

She turned around and saw me, "Oh, Nico, come meet everyone."

I walked forward and stood beside her, "Everyone this is Nico di Angelo, my godson. Nico this is (A/N assume she points to everyone as she says their names.) Tony, Thor, Steve, Bruce, and Clint."

"Um, Natasha you said that he's Maria's son. Right?" the one named Tony asked.

"Yes why."

"Well, wouldn't that make him like, 80?" The same person asked.

I jumped in, (Natasha and Nico decided that this would be their cover story at lunch.) "Well since my mother also had her aging slowed by the Russians when she had me it somewhat happened to me as well. It wore off a while ago, though. It was only temporary unlike it is for Natasha and would have been for my mother."

"Oh, Okay," Tony said believing me.

"So, Nico you're from the past right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wondering what time exactly."

"Well, I was born in 1924, but lived in Italy until my mother died in 1934."

"Italy?" Steve asked with shock apparent on his face.

"Yes, it's where I was born, it's just hard to tell because I'm so pale. That's what my bo-doctor tells me anyway," Tasha nudged me in the side. I nudged her back blushing. (A/N Nico was going to say, boyfriends, Will, but corrected himself not knowing how the Avengers would react.)

---Time Skippy---dinner

"Pizza's here," Clint announced. All of the male Avengers rushed towards the living room. Tasha appeared beside me.

"Just warning you they, um, well you'll see."

I walk into the living room and see all of the boys fighting over 3 pizzas. Tasha leads me over to a 4th and we eat from that one.

"They know that they can argue over their pizza as much as they want as long as they leave one whole pizza untouched," she explained.

"Sounds the crew of the Argo ll. More specifically Percy, Jason, and Leo," I pick up a piece and take a few bites.

"Are they this bad?"

I swallow, "Yes."

"At least there are only 3. Here there are 5," as she said that I laughed, "you don't laugh often do you, Nico?"

"No, not really," I said honestly.

"You should to it more. That and smile. I think your boyfriend would agree with me."

"Will?"

"Yeah we had a very lengthy Iris-message and he told me all about you not eating, and your nightmares, and all of it."

"Oh gods."

"Don't worry Nico I'm not going to force you to do anything, but you do need to eat."

"I've already eaten a whole slice."

"Yes, and I am very proud of you. Hopefully, I won't have to badger you about it."

"You got it, Tasha."

"Nico, run," Thor said.

"Why?"

"Natasha doesn't let anyone call her that."

I laughed again, I'm doing that a lot today, "then looks like I'm special."

"What?" at this point Tasha and I were both trying not to laugh at their faces.

"Looks like I'm special," I repeat. At this point, I was just having fun.

"Wait," Tony said, "do you mean that she lets you call her Tasha?"

"That I do," Tasha said laughing, "Now can we go back to eating our pizza?"