2: Scars and Cupcakes

A/N Okay, I have a system now. I will up update every other day. On Thursday, I won't able to update because I'll be busy with choir and sconesRtasty, Noodle Fanatic, and I want to go shopping for our superhero costumes (see 50 Rules to the Avengers for clarification). sconesRtasty, I gave Sam a Bumblebee Camero in honor of you.

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Sam drummed her fingers on the wheel of her Bumblebee Camero. She was a big Transformers fan and was excited to get the car. She had had it for about a year now. Sam actually owned five cars. A Lamborghini, a Fahrari, a Porsche, the Camero, and a custom made car. The custom one was magenta and turquoise, just like her Irongirl suit. It was bullet proof and had the most up-to-date technology that Tony had installed for her. JARVIS was included with all of the cars, thanks to her father. The custom car was the only one with the ability to auto-pilot. The custom made car was her favorite, but she only drove it when going to press conferences or missions. The black and yellow Camero was the one she used the most often.

Sam drove further past the stoplight, heading to Stark Tower. Or Avengers Tower as some said. It really depended on who you were asking. Sam's phone rang, it's special tone revealing it was Megan. Sam answered it through the car speakers. "Hey Meg."

"Sam, I don't know what to do." It was Meg alright, but she sounded like she had been crying. Sam's brow furrowed in both confusion and sympathy.

"What? What's the matter?"

"Peter. That's the matter."

"Boyfriend troubles?" asked Sam with a slight half smile on her face.

"I guess you could say that," muttered Megan dejectedly. "Whenever we're together on a date, or even just talking after school, Pete leaves for some reason. I don't know what's up."

Sam drove quietly for a moment or two, trying to get her words right before she said them. "Well, is there any type of sport or activity he might be doing?" She knew it wasn't likely, but gave it a try anyway.

"No. We just talk when he looks away and says he has to go. It's getting to be too much." Before Sam could say anything Meg continued. "Not only that, but he's been having more scars show up lately. I'm worried Sam, I don't know what he's doing!"

Sam knew it was a serious situation, but she couldn't help but smile. "You sound like an overprotective mother."

"Well what else should I act like? Should I just ignore his injuries until he ends up with a broken leg? A concussion? Brain damage?"

"Meg, Peter can't be doing anything that bad. I highly doubt that whatever's going on us going to give him any lasting problems. Just try not to worry and things will be fine, I promise."

Sam could hear Megan sigh on the other end. "Alright. But I've noticed it with you too." Sam stiffened. Meg had brought this subject up before. She had no idea she was Spider-woman. Everyone knew she was Irongirl, but SHIELD and the Avengers were the only ones who knew she was that Spider-powered kid that showed up four years ago. "Look, I know that you have your own Ironman—"

"Girl."

"—suit, but that should protect you! It should keep you from getting injuries! And I don't understand why, but you just happen to disappear and the POP up about twenty minutes later! I know I've asked this before, but I'm asking it again: What is up?"

"Look, Meg—"

"Don't you DARE make an excuse to hang up!" Sam was caught. She mentally swore at Megan's persistence.

"Megan, sometimes things are better left unheard, sometimes words are better left unsaid."

Sam could faintly hear Meg mutter, "Les Misérables fan." Sam smiled at that. Indeed she was. And indeed, yes, she quoted Jean Valjean. "Fine then. I know that either you'll tell me someday, or I'll find out sometime." Sam gave a single laugh.

"I don't doubt that." She saw Stark Tower coming into view. "Hey, I've gotta go. You wanna hang out tomorrow?"

"I can't, I'm going on a date with Pete."

"And a date takes all day?"

"Well…no…but—"

"It's okay Meg. My dad's forcing me to go to a press conference now that I think about it. I won't have much time either."

"Well I'll look for you on TV tomorrow."

Sam chuckled. "I won't be hard to find. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Sam pressed a button on the wheel, ending the call. She was right. Megan would find out if Sam didn't just tell her. She would have to either go as Irongirl more, or be a bit sneaker about going out as Spider-woman. The most extreme sneak out she had ever done was at a bowling ally last summer. She was at a Megan's birthday party when she got a text from her dad saying: Avengers Assembling ;) Exactly that. She seized the opportunity to be Spider-woman for the mission. She wasn't really an Avenger, but she liked to tag along on some of the battles. Sam went into the bathroom and snuck out through the ventilation system, her Clint DNA and spider powers helping her along the way. The mission was stopping a terrorist. Wasn't all that bad. She got away with several scrapes and a twisted ankle which healed pretty quickly, thanks to the super soldier serum in her blood.

Sam pulled into the underground garage. She got out of the car and locked it with two beeps echoing through the room. Stuffing the keys in her pocket, Sam went into the elevator and headed up to the den and kitchen level of the tower. Where the balcony was. She stepped out of the elevator after a few moments. Sam went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for something to eat. She spotted a tray of fancily frosted cupcakes. The pastries sparked her interest and she took one out of its spot, going into the living room to skim channels on the TV.

Hopefully, the weekend would turn out to be another uneventful weekend just like any other. Well, actually, by her standards normal would be being swarmed by reporters, fighting some muggers, and building a little robot of her own. Although this weekend would be different. Tony had promised Sam that he would take her to his mansion in Malibu after the press conference. She was pretty excited about the brake from New York City. She wouldn't have the pressure of saving the world on her shoulders. Although she did like being Spider-woman, everyone needs a vacation. Even superheroes.