'You're thinking too much again, Tori.' I say to myself. What a habit. I enter Pop's, Riverdale's finest diner, to get breakfast.

'Mornin' Pop, my usual please, thank you.' I say while sitting to a bunch waiting for my morning order. A minute after a strange man approached me and started looking at me like I was the weird one. I noticed that he'd been eyeing me since I entered. He was a bit tall, somewhere in his 40s, dark-skinned, with an eye patch on his right eye. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't tell who he was.

'Can I help you with anything, mister?'

'Actually, yes I think you can, mrs Spencer.'

'Do I know you?' Who the hell is that guy and how does he know my name?

'My name's Nick Fury. I am the head of S.H.E.I.L.D. S.H.E.I.L.D is a mystical organ-'

'I know what S.H.E.I.L.D is. What do I have to do with that?'

'I have noticed-'

'You mean you've been spying on me.'

'I think that I found a way to solve both our problems.'

'Ah, problems?'

'Mrs Spencer, you grew up without knowing who your parents are, and that forced you into living all by yourself, with no help at all-' He stopped talking and looked behind me, only to see Pop finally bring me my meal in the table.

'Thank you Pop.' I said with a smile. He quickly smiled back and started to leave. When he was in a distance, Fury continued where he left off. 'I want to offer you a job.'

'What kind of job?' I curiously asked.

'See it more of a recruitment. An individual, Peter Parker, recently went training to become an avenger, but when he acts alone things get pretty messy around. But it's a way too big risk for S.H.E.I.L.D. to let him go after that. He's good after all, just needs a little guidance and training.'

'I still see no reason I'm needed.' I stated, starting to lose my excitement.

'Oh that's simple' He said with a smile. 'We want you to train him, he's good I want you to make him better.'

'What do I get for doing this?'

'The true identity of your biological father.'

'How can I know that's actually him?'

'Well when we tell you, you can do a paternity test.'

'And where, where am I gonna do this?'

'Peter Parker, also known as Spiderman, acts in Queens.'

'Wait, you want me to move to New York City? Well, I mean, I've always wanted to watch the Stark Expo in person.'

'You can, now. We will provide you with food, money, an apartment close to the center, and practically everything you need. Oh, and you can go to school there.'

'I see. So, tell me more about this Spiderman.'

'He was bitten by a radioactive spider.' He said, tossing me a file with some info about the guy. I turned to the page that had some pictures of a really scary spider.

'So what, he's got superpowers or something?'

'Yes, actually. His DNA's provided with extreme physical strength, really quick reflexes, and some sort of spider sense, in case of danger close to him. Oh, and he also made some chemical web by himself, similar to the spider's.'

'I don't know if I should be impressed or disgusted.'

'I suggest focused, for now at least, miss Spencer. This is a serious job that requires immediate response at all times. But it is also a well promising one. You should keep that in mind.' he said, giving me a card with his number. 'Call me only on this number when you have made up your mind, anytime it is.'

'Thank you, Mr Fury.'

And with that, Nick Fury exited the diner leaving me a great dilemma to think and decide.

Oh boy. This is a good question. I mean, on the one hand, this is a really good job. I got everything I need, and I can finally meet my biological father. On the other hand, though, I have to leave Riverdale. I have to leave the Serpents, the guys, Jughead... But somehow I don't think it's a high price to pray, in front of the apocalypse of my father's identity. Imagine that. Maybe he likes me. Only for to find out, I had to train a 16-year-old superhero. Easy, I guess.