AN: well here we go, this is the 2nd installment of the Hero Chronicles, i would recommend starting with Hero I am Not. I do not own any of the Marvel stuff just my own storyline and character, who I imagine to be like Emilia Clarke

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Heroes, I've Accepted

I padded barefoot around Clint's apartment, well I guess technically it's our apartment. I still feel weird about saying that, but after six months of us sharing the apartment (mostly me just living by myself and Clint spending a weekend here and there). I was in love with it.

Peter and I had enrolled in classes and I was taking mostly art classes and a mythology course but I was TA-ing for one of my old professors from the first time I went through college, Dr. Selvig. Mostly it just required me to grade his papers and tests that he didn't want to do; I had even picked up a job at the local coffee shop!

Look at me being responsible.

"Hey Tweety Bird," Clint said as he walked through the door.

"Big bird!" I called out as Max ran towards him.

At first Clint was totally against having Max; something about having a dog on the hardwood floors. But after a couple of weeks Clint was totally in love with him.

He knelt down and petted him.

"I knew you would grow to love him," I teased as I sat at one of the bar stools.

"True," Clint said as he walked over to the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. "God, I love coming home and having non-expired food in here," he said as he grabbed a yogurt.

"There is coffee in the pot," I said as I motioned to it.

Bliss passed over his face as he saw that indeed there was coffee sitting in the pot. "I love having you here," he said as he poured himself a cup.

I laughed, "Well I'm glad I can help."

Clint bobbed his head as he stood across from me and took a mouthful of his yogurt.

"Here," he said with his mouth full as he slid a pile of mail across the counter.

I picked it up and started to sort through the envelopes.

"Bills, bills, spam," I listed as I threw them into separate piles; I stopped and stared at the last piece of mail. It was an invitation. To the grand opening of the new Stark Expo.

"Well this is weird," I said as I turned my wrist so I could show Clint the invite. "I have been invited to the new Stark expo."

Clint nodded as he looked at the script. "It's a VIP invite," he commented, "you get a plus one."

"Yippee," I deadpanned as I threw the invite on the counter.

"Aren't you going to go?" Clint asked. "Take Pete as your plus one."

I rubbed my forehead as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. It had been six months since I walked out of that press conference. Six months since I packed up my stuff and left with nothing but a note. Six months since I've spoken to my dad.

I stood up and walked over to where I had tossed my purse and pulled out my phone and dialed Pepper. While it had been six months since I've talked to my dad, it's been maybe three days since I've talked to my mom.

Now I know what you're thinking, Pepper and Tony don't have a kid, and you would be correct. Pepper is my adopted mom (adopted by me in the past years) and while I don't give two shakes of a rat's ass about my birth mom, I love Pepper and knew she was behind this invite.

"Don't be mad," was the first thing I heard, which confirmed my suspicions that she was indeed the sender.

"Why would I be mad?" I asked as I made my way back to the seat I was in. "I just got an invitation to my family's expo."

"Listen," Pepper said as I set the phone on the counter and pressed speaker. I knew that Clint would try to eavesdrop and it was easier for the both of us if he just heard it the first time. "Your father is planning this whole big thing and he wants to talk about legacy and there is a recording of your grandfather and I know it would mean a lot to your dad if you were there."

I looked up at Clint and watched what his expression gave.

Nothing.

Well, he sure has that part of being a spy down.

"Pep," I sigh. "I don't think that this is something I should just show up to."

"Well you were invited," Pepper reasoned. "You're not just gate crashing."

"And is Dad aware of said invitation?" I questioned.

Pepper's pause was answer enough and I didn't even need Clint's super cool spy skills to figure it out.

"And there we go," I said picking the phone up and clicking it off of speaker. "Pepper, this dad's thing."

"If I talk to your dad would you consider coming?" Pepper asked, hope in her voice.

"I'll think about it," I promised.

We both hung up and I slid the invitation to Clint. "Here," I said, "take Elmo, she's your best friend, you talk about her enough."

"How do you know it's a her?" Clint asked.

I smiled, "Big Bird, Big Bird, Big Bird, if I told you I'd have to kill you," I finished as I slid off the chair.

Clint shook his head as I headed into my room to grab my stuff for my shift at the coffee shop.

"Do you still have that headache?" Clint asked as he watched me pop some ibuprofen.

"Yeah," I said. "Headache and my back hurts."

"If it doesn't go away let me know and we can schedule a doctor's visit," Clint said.

"With Creepy Doctor? No thank you," I said.

Clint started laughing as I rolled my eyes. "He's the best we have."

"Don't care." I quipped back.

"It still cracks me up you work," Clint said. "You're a billionaire."

"No," I corrected as I slid the little black apron around my waist. "Scarlett Stark is a billionaire; Clara is a middle class college student."

"Middle-class?" Clint asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well let's be honest, I might be trying to grow as a person and all, but me being broke," I trailed off as I tied my hair back in a ponytail.

Clint started laughing and I picked my purse up and headed out the door.