[hero, the hard way]↣ p. parker | t.s daughter

|eight| - edited

"Ari... wake up..." My dad's voice cut though my sleep. I rolled over on my bed to face him.

"Nooooo," I mumbled, burring my face further into the matress.

"Miss Stark." The voice of someone else snapped me out of my sleep. I sat up to see none other than General Ross.

"Oh, hey," I greeted.

"Meeting room. 5 minutes." He instructed, walking out. I looked to my dad with a helpless sort of why gesture and he shrugged.

"So Pete told me that the prosthetic was giving you a lot of trouble yesterday, but I fixed it. The problem was that the foot was too big, here," He offered the leg and I took it, "You should get ready and get to that meeting. Ross isn't the type to wait."

"Got it," I said. My dad turned and walked out, leaving me alone. I rolled the weird silicone thing onto my leg and then swung both off the side of my bed. I set the prosthetic down and stood up on it, and the prosthetic reacted by having nano tech crawl up my leg a few inches, effectively locking it into place. I stood up, passed my weight back and fourth, and then tentatively took a step.

It was as if I was walking on my own two legs. I walked over to the closet slowly, still cautious, and grabbed different clothes. I grabbed different shorts and a hoodie and changed before walking out.

Walking. I could walk. I can walk! I walked down the hallway, scrolling through Instagram, when I get a message.

@ peterbparkour : look up

I looked straight out in front of me, back and fourth.

@ peterbparkour : no. up.

I leaned my head all the way up to the ceiling and met Peter's eyes. He was literally laying on the ceiling.

"I'm not going to lie, that's really cool!" He dropped from the ceiling and landed in front of me in a very sort of Spider-Man pose.

"You're walking!"

"Yeah, it was a problem with the leg. I have to go meet General Ross though, do you want to walk with me?"

"Yeah, sure," He said. We started walking to the conference room, which was on the other side of the compound. "What does he want?"

"Honestly? I don't know," I mumbled. There's no way that Ross knows that I know about Steve and Bucky, right? Or did he find out that I was trying to break the other Avengers out of prison? There's no way he could know, right?

"Is it something about the Accords?" Peter was thinking out loud, and I shrugged in response.

"I mean, I never signed them," I rolled my eyes. There was no need for me to sign them.

"Really? I did."

"Doesn't Ross know that contracts signed by a minor aren't legally binding?" I said with a shrug. Peter laughed.

"Maybe he doesn't."

We were outside the doors of the conference room, and General Ross looked pissed. My dad was pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

"They look mad."

"Yeah, wish me luck," I gave him a hug that he returned. We broke apart and I pulled the door to the conference room open. Both of the men's heads snapped up.

"Take a seat, Aurora," Ross instructed.

"Ari." I corrected. I sat down and caught my dad's eye.

Ross sat down across from me and sat a big book down. Sakovian Accords was written across the front in cursive.

"Ari, you know that it is in direct violation of the Accords to with hold information on the vigilantes James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers, correct?"