AUTHOR'S NOTE Hi so this might all be a little bit choppy because I have NO prior writing experience so any tips would be great! Thank you and enjoy?

"Bye Jemma! See you after work!" MJ said as she left their tiny apartment. As soon as Jemma heard the door click closed, she ran to her closet. Hidden behind a few boxes was a vent that was just big enough to crawl through. Inside the vent was Jemma's biggest secret. She quickly removed the cover and climbed in. "Ok, Jemma," she said. "Let's see what progress you're making." She raised her arm and pointed her wrist towards a target painted on the wall. A strand of webbing shot out of her wrist and stuck to the wall, just to the left of the target. "Damm," she said. "I can't get this right." She practiced for several hours, stopping only to grab a snack every once and a while. She was just starting another round when she heard a knock at the door. She walked calmly over and looked out the peephole. Standing in the hallway was a man in his late forties , holding a package. Jemma opened the door open a crack. "Delivery for Mr. Parker," the man said. Jemma opened the door the rest of the way. "He's not here, but I can take it for him." "And you are?" The man asked. "I'm Mr. Parker's daughter. My dad is at work right now and he probably won't be back for a while." "Is you mother home?" The man questioned. "Nah, she's at work too. She'll be there for another couple of hours ." "Do they work everyday?" "Yep, mom comes home ever night but dad doesn't always. And mom never gets back before five." Jemma took a step back. Why was she telling these things to a complete stranger? There was something about him, she thought, that forced you to look into his eyes and tell him your deepest secrets. "Ok, then," the man replied. "Just let your dad know that Mr. V wishes to speak with him about his... work. Tell him Mr. Brock told you." "Okay, but may I ask-" Jemma was cut off as the man grabbed the door handle and slammed the door closed. Well, she thought. That was rude. I'll tell dad as soon as he gets home... IF he comes home tonight. She walked back to her closet and practiced until her mother got home. "Hey, mom!" Jemma said as her mother walked in the front door. "How was work?" "Oh, you know," MJ said. "The usual. Complaints from costumers and a new member orientation." She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a box of crackers . "I'm going out, I'll be back by midnight at the latest. Your father called, said something about a park ranger stumbling across his campsite. He won't be going anywhere if I don't convince the police that he's not an insane serial killer hiding in the woods." Jemma giggled. "People have a tendency to think that. I guess it's not normal to camp out in the woods with nothing but a tent and a camera." MJ laughed and kissed the top of her daughter's head. "I guess not. See you later, sweetie!" She left as quickly as she had returned. As the door closed, MJ sighed, wishing she didn't have to lie to her daughter so much. Someday, she thought. Someday she'll be old enough for the truth. As she got in her car, preparing to drive to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ for debriefing, Jemma was tidying her closet, using a broom to brush away the webs. An hour later, she climbed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.