Adopted By The Avengers

Chapter 17

It smelled like tacos. Lots and lots of tacos. You'd expect that from a Mexican family, but Deadpool wasn't Mexican. He was far from it, actually.

"You want anything to eat while you wait?" His voice sounded from the other side of the apartment(house?).

"No, I'm fine." Nora called back, watching flies eat a burrito. "I'm not really hungry."

"That a shame! I made chimichangas today!" Deadpool walked out holding a plate of foul smelling Mexican food. Nora had to resist pinching her nose. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Your loss." He lifted up his mask and slid all 3 chimichangas into his mouth. Nora had to look away before she puked. It was an awful sight. Like an avocado mated with a raccoon.

"So....You said Spider-Man wanted to talk to me?" Nora attempted. Deadpool swallowed, and nodded.

"Yep! Ol' Spider-boy said it was urgent. Probably just wanted me to grab you quickly."

"When did he say he'd be on his way?"

"Said he should be here pretty soon." A knock sounded at the door. "Speak of the cutie." Nora was about to question the nickname, when he opened the door, letting Peter into the apartment. He wasn't wearing his normal costume, but instead, his normal clothes.

"Peter-" Nora started, but he cut her off.

"Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been calling you for the past week, Nora. What's your problem?" He had tears forming in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "I thought something had happened."

"I'm really sorry, Peter, I really am. There's been a lot going on, and I didn't want you to feel burdened with it." It wasn't a total lie.

"Wow, this sounds like marriage problems, if you ask me." Deadpool interrupted.

"Can it, Wade." Peter snapped. "I don't need your advice." He threw his hands up in defeat. "If you really were my friend, you would have found some way to contact me. I guess I was wrong, huh?" He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm just good at loosing people."

"Peter, please, it's not you-"

"It's me?? I've heard this too many times!You're just the same as he rest of them, Nora! Mary Jane, Gwen, Betty-" Peter sank to his knees, sobbing. Nora moved to comfort him, but DeadPool held her back.

"Movies 1-3." He whispered. She glanced back at him, confused. He just shrugged. "Just go. I'll make him feel better." Nora nodded, and walked out the door. The last thing she saw before she closed the door was Wade, trying to feed Peter a taco.

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Nora had no idea where she was.

DeadPool had dragged her to his house, but it's not like she had remembered the way.

So here Nora was, sitting on a bus, on her way home. People of all kind surrounded her, and each looked different. The girl sitting next to her had red hair, and looked like she was on her way back from art school. She had a speck of paint on her head that she didn't seem to know about. It looked like a heart.

An old man sat in front of her, with black glasses and a khaki outfit. He had his arm around a much younger female, who was giggling.

As the bus reached Nora's stop, she looked back at the couple on her way out. He worked at a car shop, as his uniform showed. His name tag said.... Stan? Steve? She shook her head and started to make her way back home, to the people she had avoided for so long.

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It's been so long!! A month!! I'm so sorry!! Please forgive me!!!
-V