Adopted By The Avengers

Chapter 12

"Peter? I need your help." 

It had been less than a week back, and Nora already felt like she was going to lose her mind. everyone in the tower was acting like nothing had happened, and it was killing her to not say anything. Peter was a big help, however. With his street smarts and (somewhat) brains, he managed to get her out of the tower every night, doing something productive. 

Tonight, he was taking her rollerblading. 

"So, did you remember the money?" 

"The money for me and for you, dooffus. I knew you were going to ask." He nodded, grinning. 

"You know me better than I know me; it's kinda creepy." 

"Well, I can hack into your profile page when I'm in the tower, Spiderman." Peter tensed, whipping his head around. 

"Hey! Don't say that aloud, you'll blow my cover!" Nora bit back a laugh. 

"What cover? I walked in on you shooting web at desk lamps; you're not very secretive." 

"I still can't believe you found me out- I was doing so well before that. Besides, it's not like anyone else saw me." Nora cocked her eyebrow. Peter sighed. "Fine. But that doesn't mean that you can tell all of the Avengers. Just because Tony knows-"

"I know for Christ's sake, Peter! Stop pestering me about it, already! Geez." Nora huffed. "Can you just take me home now? It's past curfew." Peter nodded. 

"Yeah, wouldn't want your dad to be angry, huh? He could probably hit me when I'm going through the skies." Nora shoved him. 

"He would hit you. Now take me home." 

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"So, where have you been all night, young lady?" Clint's voice pierced through the darkness. Nora winced. 

"Shopping?" She tried. The lights in her room flicked on, and there he was: sitting on her bed, arms crossed, a frown evident on his face. She let a sheepish smile cross her face, trying to deter her father from getting mad. "Fine, I was in the park again. Happy?" 

"Why were you in the park so late tonight? You usually get back around 9 o'clock- it's nearly past midnight. Who were you with?" 

"What??" Nora's brows knit together. "Why would you assume that?" Clint sighed. 

"Well," he began, "you are 17, and I've never seen any boys around the house- it was safe to assume." He shrugged. "So? Were you with a boy?" 

Nora thought about it. Should she tell her dad about Peter, or lie? She rarely ever kept anything from him, and then only if it was a surprise. But, Peter had told her not to say anything. She really did like Peter, but she was torn between her father and her friend. 

"I was with a friend," she sputtered. "We were just talking about life, and they told me that everything would be okay." Her cheeks flushed, worried that he would figure out the lie. 

"Well, thank you for being honest. Just, next time, shoot me a text or something, okay? I want to make sure that you're okay-"

"Yep, alright, now out of my room." Nora grabbed Clint by the arms, and helped(more like shoved) him out of her room. "Sleep well, Dad." 

"Okay, well, good ni-" Nora all but slammed the door on him. Breathing heavily, she made her way to her bed, and lied down. 

What if her dad needed to know about Peter? Was she putting anyone in danger by not telling anyone about him? What if he was in danger? 

Nora pushed all her thoughts aside. She was just freaking out because Loki had managed to plant the seed of doubt in her mind. If she continued to freak out, she would let him win this battle that he had started. 

"Not today, Loki."  She whispered. 

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Well, it's been a while, and  I hope this was good? IDK what I'm doing anymore, but I hope this was a good filler?? 

-V