Avengers/Marvel Imagines

You Have a Last Name 2

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't his kid." I flipped off a girl to the right of me, knowing she got a good photo of it I lowered my hand. 

I brought it up a few more times as different people watched from afar. 

"Shouldn't you not do that?" 

I raised a brow at him, "I don't give a shit about these people. If it's reporters I will be nice, but when it's people who are obstructing my alone time.. I'll do as I damn well please." 

He chuckled at my response, and soon the waiter brought out our food. 

"You seem to know this area pretty well." 

I nodded and sipped my water, "I used to sneak out a lot, and I needed to know where stuff was. I have an old map in my room of my favorite hidden places, and restaurants. The only person that knows about them is Cody... and you I guess." 

I didn't think about it when I did it, but I brought him to my favorite park. It's old, and no one goes there anymore or knows it exists. He smiled a little. After we ate I got the check, and noticed the prices were blown out of proportion. I've been here a thousand times, and not once has a sandwich costs 50 bucks. With a groan I stood up, and walked into the place. Peter turned red, and stayed outside. 

I hated doing this, but I also hated people taking advantage of me. I found the manager, and showed her the receipt. Her face paled, and she started stuttering. 

"I don't know what the hell this is, but fuck you." 

I handed her $116(The "cost" of our lunch), and left. The waiter apologized, and it was obvious it was all the managers idea. I've been here so much, and the same women always waited me. This was either the managers first time with me here, or she was new. No matter what- I hated her. 

I really hate people. 

We walked around more, and just talked. It was nice to talk to him, he was nice and listened to me. He really engaged in what I brought up. I got a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest as we walked back to the compound. When we went inside I smiled at him. 

"I had a surprisingly good time with you Peter." 

He smiled too, and blushed a little. "M-me too." 

I gave him a little wave before jogging to Tony's lab. When I got in he smiled at me. 

"How was it kid?" 

I sat across from him, "Really good. Peter's really nice, and he-" 

"That's great, I'm glad you two get along. There's a mission tomorrow, and I need you there in action. I know you don't go in a lot, but I need you there. You have some of the best aim, and the best moving aim." 

Wow. 

All the happiness from being with Peter faded away. 

"Fucking great! Can't wait to go kill some people for you!" 

I stormed out of the room, and he barely noticed. I ran into Peter on the way back to my room. I tried to push passed him, but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back. Without saying anything he pulled me into a hug, and I collapsed into his arms. 

When I was younger Nick Fury taught me a lot of stuff, that's before he got so busy. He always told me I was a great learner, and a great shot. I rarely missed, even moving targets. When I was 14 I killed my first person, and hated it. Shield fell, and chaos ensued at the academy. Nick called, and I came in to help. I was fucking 14. Ever since then I stayed out of the field, I help with coms and heat signature stuff but never weapons. My dad knew this, and yet he's ordering me to kill people again.