A/N -
Alright, So I changed how I thank people for reading alerting, favoriting, and reviewing.
First for everyone who has read this story, there are 127 of you. So thank you really. I wrote the last chapter riding home from vacation in Virginia (which I can spell unlike the collage that had to recall their diplomas, whoopsies, thats an uh-oh)
So it means a lot over a hundred people read it in six days.
Next to those who alerted, my biggest group of names this time. I have no idea who the 127 people who read the story are, but I know you all are some of them.
Barton-Lover, I'mLostButI'mNeverLonely, InsaneKids159, LauraJenCC, Neverland123, PinkiPunki, Sallyc2, Scarlet-X-Alchemy, ToriiroT, alexcedeno, TheMostRandomOfRandomWriters, and soccerwriter.
Thank you all.
Now Favorites.
Scarlet-X-Alchemy and alexcedeno(hey I may remeber that one) Thank both of you for favoriting.
And of course my reviewers.
Runaway Fantasy Princess and Lollypops101, you all are amazing as you probably know. Whoop whoop.
So here is your guy's second chapter were Erin is four. I am not sure if I will have a rhyme or reason to ages so just bear with me. I will put her age on every chapter though as so to avoid confusion.
Also I have a cameo appearance from another marvel character in here which is not really cameo at all.
Can you guys figure out who it is?
First Bike Ride.
Erin Barton was determined, overly determined to achieve the next big thing that stood in her way from being a big kid like the others in the building. How one may ask was the small four year old was going to accomplish becoming a big kid. And for one not around Erin Barton every moment of the day this would be a normal question. You see yesterday Peter Parker had learned to ride his bike. Which meant he was allowed to ride from the parking garage to the mailboxes with the other kids.
Sure Erin was allowed to take the ten foot ride as well, but most of the children in the building were ten and older and they did not want to be slowed down by a four year old with training wheels. That is why after naptime (seeing as it was summer and Daycare was out) when Mrs. May let Peter and Erin ride bikes outside for a bit after putting on their . Erin ran straight for Peter's bike, the one without training wheels. She had ran out into the driveway and hopped on. She rested on her right foot for a few seconds before she heard Peter running behind her complaining she took his bike. She pushed off and placed her small feet on the pedals.
Left, Right, Left, Right, she thought as she pedaled down the driveway her hands gripping the handlebars ignoring Peter's protests behind her. She looked down slightly and saw the sidewalk moving so fast under her She looked up with a wide grin on her face unable to be matched by anything else. She stopped pedaling and pushed herself up on her feet ever so slightly like she had seen the older kids doing. It really did feel like flying.
She saw the mailbox was coming soon so she tightened her left hand expecting to feel the break. But there was none. She lifted her feet of the pedals. She tried again but still there was no break. She looked down to see just two plain handlebars. She looked back up and tightened her grip.
So she screamed because she realized she didn't know how to stop.
"ERIN!" She heard Peter yell behind her as he ran down the path. Noticing quickly that she couldn't stop. She would have by now if she could. The apartments were on a slight hill that pitched right after the mailboxes. If she didn't stop before them the hill would make her go into the road faster than she should.
"ERIN, PEDAL BACK!" he tried to help but it was doubtedly she could hear him over her own screams. So he ran faster. Maybe he could catch up? the attempt was futile. Erin passed the mailboxes and rode down the hill and onto the road. Luckily there weren't any cars coming so she made it across safely.
However the bush lining the property across the street provided a braking system the four year old was unready for. The bike speared in and Erin followed right along. Peter was at the mailboxes by then and ran directly to Erin's side. After looking both ways of course. He then ran over to Erin's side.
The small red head had already pushed herself from the bush and was looking at her arm which now held a small scrape.
"Erin are you crazy?" Peter had asked as he caught up with her.
"I just wanted to learn how to ride a big kid bike. So I could be a big kid like you." she sighed. Peter looked at her with one raised eyebrow and a huff.
"You could'a just asked Uncle Ben to help you instead'a stealin' my bike. Then you wouldn't have gotten hurt." Peter said, before looking at the shallow cut.
"It doesn't hurt at all. And I don't wanna ask Mr. Ben I wanna do it myself. Won't you help me Peter?" Erin asked and Peter looked back at the apartments.
"You should really ask Uncle Ben, I can't help alot Erin. I not big enough." Peter explained.
"But I thought you where a big kid since you learned to ride a bike." Erin said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well I am but I am not big enough to help you. I'm only five." Peter said as if that explained everything.
"Peter, Erin, are you guys alright?" Came the question from a high pitched voice walking up the sidewalk. Peter's face lit up as he jumped to his feet.
"Kitty, Kitty, can you help us?" Peter said practically yelling to the older girl. Erin got the idea because soon she followed in step.
"Is something wrong?" She asked the two preschoolers.
"I wanna learn to ride a bike, can you teach me?" Erin asked.
"Well sure Erin, but we have to ask Mrs. Parker first." Kitty said as she smiled down at the two kids.
"No," Erin whined. "I want it to be a surprise." she told the older girl.
"Well I am sorry Erin, but I have to ask Mrs. Parker. I bet if we ask nicely Mrs. Parker will keep a secret for us. She seems like she is cool like that." Kitty said kneeling down placing her backpack next to her. The fourteen year old had been around both Erin and Peter for a while so she knew that this would be a good way to get the two small children to corporate.
"She is cool." Peter said proudly smiling at the fact even older kids knew how cool his Aunt May was.
"I bet she may even help. Like she did with Erin's super spy mission last month remember." Kitty asked.
"Yeah," Erin chimed in so the three got Peter's bike out of the bush then went to ask Mrs. May Parker for permission which she gave seeing as Kitty had always been responsible and taken the kids to the park many times when Ms. May had needed to do something. However this verdict only came after telling Erin she wouldn't have dessert after dinner for not asking before she tried to ride the bike and placing a captain america band-aid over her arm. After Coulson had baby sat Erin for a day at base Erin knew all about Captain America, which she of course told Peter who begged for the band-aids seeing them at the store.
His logic being of sound child logic of course. 'Captain America had the juice that made him heal fast. So if he used a band-aid with Captain America's face on it he would heal fast to.' as I said, sound child logic.
Both Erin and Peter were excited when Kitty had led them back down stairs to give another go on the bike. Peter especially so since he had his indestructible camera with him to take pictures of the event. He didn't know why he should take pictures of Erin learning to ride a bike but Aunt May had done it for him so, once again the sound child logic of Peter Benjerman Parker.
"Alright so to go you pedal forward and to stop," Kitty said pushing Erin's right foot back to demonstrate holding the bike upright at the same time. "You pedal back. Be ready to catch yourself though because if you don't you'll fall when the bike tips." She let her hand go and Erin placed her feet on the ground.
"Good job, now I am going to stay right here just incase, so lets try going forward a bit." The teen instructed grabbing the handlebar and the back of the seat helping Erin move forward slightly. They did this for a good hour going up and down the path to the mailboxes before Erin became more comfortable and Kitty began to let go a little bit. Keeping her hands near the bike for support.
"Good job Erin, alright, tell me when you've got it." She said and the small red head sucked her bottom lip into her mouth in concentration.
"I good, I good, Let go Kitty I got it." Erin said loudly and Kitty did just that.
"Take the picture Peter," She called and the little boy did. Erin stopped the bike at the mailbox and hopped up running it back to the other two. She let the bike fall and ran to give Kitty a hug.
"I did it, I did it. Did you see Kitty I did it!" Erin exclaimed. "I am a big girl now!" She yelled Kitty just laughed.
"Yup you're a big girl. Good job Erin, now keep practicing and I am sure you will be a pro by the time Mr. Clint and Ms. Tasha get back." Kitty smiled.
"You did it Erin! You did it." Peter said running over.
"Did you get a picture?" Erin asked as she was set down on the sidewalk.
"Yeah, we will have to have Aunt May print it out for us." Peter smiled.
"Yeah! Lets go ask." Erin said taking the camera.
"Yeah, let me grab my bike." Peter said running to get it. Erin followed with a large smile.
"Thank you again Kitty," Both yelled over their shoulders as they ran inside. One more milestone covered for Erin Barton.
A/n - alright I think its pretty obvious but still leave guesses in review box. And also any milestones you all want to see me cover. I will once again try to do all that I can fit :)
Remember the three R's - (which you can find on other Daddy's Angel stories)
Lots O Love,
All4TheBest
