Descendants chapter 4

Disclaimer. Again i wish I did but I don't own marvel, only Sam! If i did, just one word... Clintasha

"Aw, come on cap, this isn't fair!" Sam complained as she was yet again pinned to the floor for perhaps the hundreth time by Romanoff, they had spent the last hour training as they had for the past couple of days, due to the super soldier serum she had learnt a lot quicker and was actually quite good at hand to hand combat by now but the assasin just made her look like an amateur over and over again while Cap just chuckled. She had at least a couple of bruises to her torso already and it seemed like everyone had turned against her, her sweat pants and vest had gotten sweaty and heavy and she would give anything for a shower right now! She was itching to go flying, she hadn't used her wings yet and wanted to know if she could fly and what else her mutation allowed her to do but she still had a few hours training left..!

"Its nessacery Sam, if you want to protect yourself!" He answered, barely containing a smile that edged across his lips.

"Well..." Sam dodged a kick and grabbing Romanoff's leg she went to sweep underneath her other one but was grabbed by the shoulders as her opponent flipped over her and put a gun to her back

"Dead, again!" Romanoff said casually with a smile, the girl was good, but she wanted to push her, the real world doesn't go easy on people!

"Well I'm not going to end up fighting super spies, am I?" Sam huffed and to her surprise Romanoff anounced it over. She clambered out the ring and looked around the massive gym they had chosen. Without thinking, she stretched her wings out, avoiding the avengers, and flew up to the ceiling, putting her wings away she held onto a ceiling pipe and swung herself onto it. She walked elegantly along it towards the corner where Barton was crouched and crouched down next to him.

"S'up Birdman?" She jabbed.

Clint snorted and shifted so that he was sitting rather than crouching, he put his head in his hands before running them through his hair and chuckled.

"Took me a year to beat Natasha in a fight?"

"A year? Budgie you're getting slow!"

"God you're worse than Tony, yes, a year, what did you expect, I would beat her any day if we had to kill eachother from a distance !"

"Whatever you say ." she shrugged laughing and stood up with excellent balance gained only from her mutation and hopped off the beam, leaving Clint with an amused expression as she carefully glided to the bottom of the huge gym! Everyone else had left and it felt empty, despite feeling Clints eyes on her from the rafters, she didn't blame him, she hadn't seen herself in flight yet, often enough she was more concerned with where she was going. The emptiness got to her, always reminding her of how everyone close to her seemed to die. She was still a bit embarrassed to be talking to thin air but as she walked back to the guest floor she decided to speak up.

"Jarvis, can you phone my friend Peter Parker?" She asked hesitantly

"Certainly Miss Carter, shall I isolate the call to your room?" His monotone voice replied.

"Er yeah. Just in my bedroom" she said before flopping down onto the bed and added "Also lock the door" . She listened to the phone ring that only sounded in her room, she appreciated the advanced technology. He picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Peter, its Sam!"

"Sam! Are you okay, you haven't been at school for months.." he started to rant.

"Yeah Pete I'm fine, so I was wondering..."

"We should meet up!"

"Yeah"

"Today? Its the weekend!"

"Yeah okay, the usual spot?"

"Sure, see you in half an hour." She said before hanging up, a small smile creeping across her lips at the thought of seeing him again. She looked at her reflection and shrugged at the messy person staring back at her, he had never really cared about her appearance. She took a quick shower, letting the hot water wash away all the grease and the grime from training, it made her relax and numbed the quick healing bruises. She found some clothes in the wardrobe, probably Pepper's doing and pulled on some dark skinny jeans, her Supernatural t-shirt that read 'Family don't end in blood' then some dark brown boots and a light brown coat that was slightly too long, almost a trench coat! She picked up her phone and purse which were neatly arranged on a wooden table and headed to the lift, only to be stopped by Steve, sighing she spun on her heel to face him

"Sam, we are going back to the helicarrier, Loki can't be put off much longer! We will be back soon, stay here with Pepper... Where are you going?" He asked as he saw her leaving

"Meeting up with a concerned friend, bye Cap!" She called before entering the lift, and Jarvis, having heard her already, took her to the bottom floor. She walked outside to sunny New York and headed towards central park and to the bench they usually met by. He was already waiting there anxiously, tapping his heel on the ground rapidly as he waited on the bench

"Hey Peter" she called as she walked up to him

"Sam!" He called, he stood up and strode over, sweeping her into a hug to which she could onto melt into and hugged back. Despite all the weird stuff suddenly piled up on her plate, Peter was her rock, the familiarity that kept her grounded.

"Er, hey. Listen, I having something you need to know" she admitted, if she wanted them to continue on as friends, they had to be honest with eachother.

"Okay..." He said as he watched her take off the coat and look around to make sure no one was looking, they were shaded by trees, she closed her eyes in concentration. And there they were, wings. They spread out high and wide from her back, pure white and gold tipped.. and they looked incredibly soft and ruffled in some places, he was fascinated, words caught in his throat . He really wasn't expecting that! Her expression screamed nervousness and he sighed, contemplating the complications of what he should be replying with. It had probably take her a lot of courage to say that, to admit something like this, the puzzle in his head clicked as he realised exactly why she had been off this entire time. He should tell her, about his identity, he really should but he just couldnt find the words! He supposed he needed someone to know, he didn't know how to feel about Sam. He looked up to her disappointed face, the wings gone suddenly with a gentle breeze as she shrugged on the coat and turned to leave, slowly walking away, head hanging. Would it put her in danger to tell her? He acted in the heat of the moment and thanked whoever was watching that he had his web shooters on his wrists! He quickly shot her web at her waist, she turned in surprise, only having a milisecond to react before he pulled gently on the web as she was twirled round in it untill she was back again. And extremely close, their bodies touching. This was the second thing he wanted to tell her, and to be fair, more difficult than revealing his secret identity. The tension could be cut with a butter knife. She smiled and blurted

"Peter, Peter my god you're Spider Man , how, when did this happen, I shoul..." She started but he cut her off with a kiss, no other words being able to do the same. On instinct she pulled away quickly, looking questioningly into his rich brown eyes before leaning back into it. He put his hands on the curve above her waist and pulled her closer as he closed his eyes. Everything about her was mesmerizing, he opened his eyes to see her sky blue ones staring right back at her, he knew where she had inherited those looks from. He had been the only person she trusted enough to tell about her grandad being the great Captain America, to which he had geeked out over internally.

Placing her hands on his shoulders hesitantly, she deepened the kiss, winding her arms around his kneck she sighed, she never had though as Peter as anything more than a friend, which they had been since she started high school.

She thought carefully, about all the times they had met up, the times they had confided in eachother, spent break and lunch together. Then it dawned on her how he had acted, catching glimpses of her and smiling shyly, she must have been so blind to not see he liked her, maybe she liked him too?

They pulled away quickly as thunder echoed across the sky.

She looked up to see a huge portal that seemed to open out into space, a deep purple in colour that was placed directly above Stark tower, strange creatures, clad in a gold coloured armour and on a type of hover-craft , poured out of it, at some point she wondered if her Grandad would be there fighting with the rest of the team. The avengers, and hoped he wouldn't do something sacraficial and stupid.

"Oh Shit"