As Ana and Morgan peeked out the window, Nathan ran to block their view. "Wanna make this interesting?"
                              Ana immediately said, "I'm not kissing you."
                              "Not what I was talking about but since you mentioned it..." Nathan puckered his lips. 
                              Ana slaps him across the face and smirks... Nathan then turns, "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"
                              Ana frowns, "What's the point?"
                              "My point is," Nathan sighs, "how bout a wager?"
                              "What kind of wager?" Morgan curious.
                              "I say that the guy's a stalker..." Nathan said, "it's one of your stalkers..."
                              "Oh your on!" Morgan grins.
                              "I'm guessing normal at stake?" Ana breathed. 
                              "Do we have a deal?" Nathan held out his hand, as Ana shook it. 
                              Ana and Morgan went ahead and checked outside to see a man about Ana's age with dark slick back hair and dark eyes, pale skin, dressed in black leather jacket and ripped jeans. Nathan smirks, "So?"
                              Ana turns around with a shocked look on her face. "I lost..." 
                              "Who was it?" Lila asked, as the three came back.
                              "Tom." Nathan smiled.
                              "Stalker Tom?" Cooper asked.
                              "Yes..." Morgan responded.
                              "Then why do you look so happy?" Lila asked her younger brother.
                              "They lost the bet." Nathan grins, "And you know what that entails?"
                              "Fuck!" Ana said angrily.
                              "Language." Steve scolded.
                              Ana looked at her father, "You're right..." She then turns to Nathan and yelled, "Punyeta!"
                              "What?" Nathan asked Morgan.
                              Morgan shook her head, "There is really no way of translating that word. It's a word that means one thing but when said angrily, it means another."
                                      
                                          
                                  
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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.
