Hi. I'm bored, and can't sleep. So, I'm writing this story. I hope I like it...if I read it. Yeah, let's get started. (Also, sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been using Wattpad a lot)

You were writing a regular fanfiction in your room, when I heard your mother call you down for dinner. I went down, and sat at the dinner table. When she said something about one of the characters you were writing about, I became confused. Mom never talks about marvel. What's going on? I thought. She asks if you are okay, and I say "yeah". Then, I get deep into thought about this situation. What's happening? Mom's being weird. That's it. Or so I thought.

*Your POV*

I was in my room, in my comfy chair, laptop on lap, writing a mcu fanfiction. Just when I am about to be finished with a chapter of my new one, my mother calls me down for dinner, and so I go. I close my laptop, and go downstairs to eat dinner.

Once I get down there, I see Ir Inger sister sitting at the table, along with Ir father, and mother. "Hi, guys." I say. "Hey," Ir dad says. "How was your day, hon?" Mom asks me, "Good. What's for dinner?" I ask. "Chicken pot pie." Mom says. "Yum." I say. "Yuck." My sister says. "Elizabeth," Dad scolds her. I try not to laugh, but it's just too hard not to. "Y/N." Dad scolds I. "Sorry," I say. Mom hands I Ir dish, and the rest of Ir family theirs. "Let's eat," dad says.

After dinner, I say good night to dad, and my sister, but my mom stops me. "Y/N, I need you to come with me into the kitchen." Mom says. "Alright," I say. I follow Ir mom into the kitchen, with a few plates to help her wash them, and hand them to her as she washes them. "So, what do I want to talk with me about?" I ask. "Well, I got a call from a company, and they want to give you a free internship." Mom says. "What? Really? That's awesome! What company?" I ask. "Stark Industries." Mom says. "Woah, wait. That's not even a real company, it's...fake." I say. "What are you talking about? Your father and I have been working there for over twenty years." Mom says. "No you haven't. You have been teaching at the school down the road for 20 years, and dad has been working at a Michales for thirteen years." I say. Mom laughs. "Honey, where have you been? I've never taught anything, anywhere." Mom says. I skeptically nod. "Okay, but why am I getting an internship at SI? I'm not even that good," I say. "Honey! Where have you been living? Under a rock!?" Mom asks. "...No. I've been living here, all my life." I say. "Well, pack your bags. You're going to Manhattan tomorrow." Mom says. "What! Tomorrow!? I thought it was this summer?" I ask. "Nope. Tomorrow. And, you get to go to their new facility upstate." Mom says. "What? Why at the Avengers Compound?" I ask. "How do you know what it's called?" Mom asks. I shrug. "Well, you're going, so you need to pack." mom says. "...okay. Good night, love you." I say. "Love you more." Mom says, as I walk up the stairs. I roll my eyes, and head up to my room.

So sorry I haven't posted in a long while. I just have been using Wattpad a lot. Anyway, I have to go. Goodnight.