From Worlds Apart - Marvel FanFiction

IX - Unexpected Encounter

"I live in the Avengers building, I have met Thor and yes, I am a vampire," I told Ned, answering his string of frantic questions. His expression lit up and his mouth formed an 'o'.
"AWESOME!"
"Try and be a bit quieter!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry!" He said sheepishly.  Peter laughed. The three of us were sat around a single table.
"Now we all know everything," I continued, "Anything else anyone wants to share?"

Silence.
"Ok then."
Stephanie walked past the table, again causing Ned to become distracted.
"I'm going to get you two together," I giggled. "If it's the last thing I do."
"No..." Ned said bashfully. "What about you, Dakota?"
"Ariana," I muttered.
"Sorry, Ariana, What about you?" Ned repeated. "Anyone caught your eye?" I bit onto the insides of my cheeks and shook my head.
"What about that Callum guy?" Peter suggested. "He seems to like you..."
"I don't think so," I replied. I caught eyes with Peter then. We kept eye contact for a few seconds, but then I looked down, feeling awkward. Or was it embarrassment? I wasn't to sure.
Ugh. My emotions are too confusing.

A message started to play throughout the cafeteria. We were to gather in the auditorium in ten minutes for a service in memory of Kayleigh, a student who had recently died. And her name didn't go unrecognised.

Ned said that he needed to go and pee before the service, so I was left to walk to the auditorium with Peter. It seemed most people were already in there, as the corridor that we were strolling through was derelict.
We could hear voices coming around the corner.
"-Or Gabriel's gonna flip. And I don't really wanna die, cause he'll..."
"Oh my god," I whispered to Peter, "they're talking about the vampire who killed the girl!"
"What the hell?" He whispered back. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the janitor's cupboard we both pressed our ears against the door.
"We need to be there, tonight, 7pm sharp."
"Where?"
"That alley where the girl died," the first one answered impatiently.

I straightened my self up a little, but in the process moved a bucket, which made a sickening screech across the floor.

"Hey, someone's listening!" The other said. Their footsteps were coming closer and closer.

"Oh my freaking god!" I whispered frantically! "What do we do?"
"I don't know!" He whispered frantically back.
"Well, we need to think of something quick or-"

The door opened. My non-beating heart stopped, even though it wasn't possible, and butterflies filled my stomach.

Peter's lips were touching mine, gently. I had my eyes shut, but opened them ever so slightly for a second to catch a glimpse of the two boys' appearances, but I immediately shut them again.

"Oh," one muttered.
I started to return his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. The boys walked off, so I pulled away.
We stayed dead-still for a moment, making sure they had definitely gone, then our bodies relaxed.

"What the hell was that?" I asked incredulously.
"I'm sorry but it totally saved our asses!" He replied. I sighed.
His cheeks were flushed and I gritted my teeth, butterflies in my stomach.
We walked to the auditorium in silence.

"Where the hell were you two?" Ned asked impatiently, Peter and Me sitting either side of him. We were silent.
"What's going on?"

We were saved by the start of the service. I couldn't help but think Kayleigh's death was my fault. The service ended with a minute silence. During the silence I caught eyes with Callum from across the room. When the minute was up, I said, "I'll be back in a minute."
"But where are you-"

"We need to talk," I said to Callum. He nodded, and we went to find an empty classroom. We both sat down.
"What do you want to know?" He asked me.
"It depends what secrets you want in exchange from me," I replied. He raised an eyebrow.
"You tell me what your deal is, I'll deal you mine," he said.
"I don't think yours is as good as mine," I smiled.
"It probably isn't," he agreed.
He had no idea.
He sighed.
"I learned from my dad. You?"
"That's it? That's no where near as surprising as mine," I said. "Tell me who your dad is."
"I can't do that," he acknowledged.
"Why not?"
"You tell me how you do what you do, and I'll tell you who my dad is."

I considered this. He'd seen a lot, right? Surely I could tell him. But what if his dad wasn't anyone... important?
A teacher walked in at that moment.
"Mr Barton, Miss..."
"Wavers," I answered.
"Miss Wavers, you shouldn't be in here."
"Sorry, we're about to leave," Callum said. The teacher sighed, rolling her eyes and left.

I took a deep breath.

Wait.

Wait a second.

"Did I hear that correctly?"
"What correctly?"
"Mr Barton?"
"What-"
"Your dad... your dad..."
"What about my dad?" Callum asked desperately as he stood up, his expression growing worried and his blue eyes curious.

"Your dad... is Clint Barton!"