"She's a secret, but some secrets are worth being told."
[ book one of assassin series]
[ daughter of hawkeye oc x peter parker ]
[ Captain America: Civil War ]
[ 🏅 voted #2 in emiliaclarke! ]
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Expecting the best always made the worst sprout their ugly head when least expected. At least that's how things always worked out in my case. I expected the city of Queens to be littered with jewels and women rich with royal power, but instead the city was just littered. With trash. And people. I had never seen so many people before today. Faces rushed by with bags in their hands and hats on their heads, some weaving through the herd of humans while other shuffled by with their slow pace. I couldn't stop imagining where they were coming from and going towards.
"You're sure this is where he lives, Tony?" Nat made sure to clarify before looking passed the window, away from the brown apartment building. Tony stared up at the large apartment, then nodded with a gleam in his eyes.
"Yep." Tony exhaled then looked at me. "We'll be back. Come on, Lila." He was talking to me. He wanted me to go with him. In the apartment building. To get the Spidey-Kid.
My head snapped up from my fingers tips which I had been trying to bring to aflame without making my hair turn a whiter shade. It was something I was doing to keep myself from falling asleep, as well as something I'd been practicing at the base before.. well, today. Today being every insane thing I could possibly imagine; like meeting my dad and staying with two people who I didn't have to kill. That and going the longest I had ever gone without killing someone. The day continued to get weirder, filled with more people that I wasn't allowed to kill.
We - Nat, Tony and I - had landed the jet in a clearing that had a lot of trees about an hour ago. Then a large man showed up in a really nice car, clean suit and a false happy smile. His name was, ironically, Happy.
"Your name is Happy?" I asked him after Tony introduced us and I sat inside the clean smelling car. Happy paused before trying to shut my door.
"That's what they call me."
My eyebrows furrowed and stuck my hand out, pushing the handle back before he could completely shut the door, "you're not very Happy for a guy named Happy."
He turned to Tony who was amused by our conversation, "and you're sure you want to pick up another one? He's probably just like her."
Tony chuckled, "I truly doubt that."
"You sure? You know all teenagers are like this at one point in their life"-
I shot my eyes to him and glared. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Tony simply chuckled again, a little lighter this time, "maybe she's onto something; we may have to change your name again Happy," then slipped on his sunglasses.
