"The Rogue Avengers captured by the Joint Deputy Task Force at an airport in Leipzig, Germany have broken out of the maximum security prison they were being held in. Eye witnesses and camera footage reveal that Captain Steve Rogers and his accomplice Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow, broke into the Raft Prison before disabling all communications and breaking out their former teammates.
"Secretary of Defense, Thaddeus Ross, has released the names and photos of the wanted and now on-the-run fugitives in hopes of tracking them down. Special Forces, the CIA, the FBI, Interpol, and many other foreign governments under the Sokovia Accords and United Nations ask that you please call in and report any sightings of the following people: Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America... Natasha Romanoff, better known as the Black Widow... Clint Barton, better known as Hawkeye... Sam Wilson, better known as the Falcon... Wanda Maximoff, better known as the Scarlet Witch... and Scott Lang, better known as the Ant-Man. Once again, authorities do warn that these fugitives are considered armed and dangerous and to take caution if you do see any of them..."
Peter let out a heavy sigh as he tuned out the prattle of the rest of the newscast broadcasted on the TV propped up in the corner of his room. He had been anxiously awaiting for the news to play all day ever since hearing on a radio talk show that was playing at Mr. Delmar's about the Rogue Avengers breaking out of prison. The kid had been expecting the news broadcast to name off the people who had been broken out, wondering fearfully if they would list Danielle's name as one of the people that had broken out of jail with the rest of Captain America's team.
But, maybe he had it wrong. Maybe Danielle wasn't in jail at all. Mr. Stark had said not to worry about it. Did he already break her out or something?
God, it was still hard for Peter to even imagine Danielle as anybody but that shy girl he had first met on the train. It was like both of his worlds colliding, only she was the bridge that somehow connected the two, had always connected the two. It was weird. She was Eris, he was Spider-Man... What were the chances that two enhanced people became friends? Out of all of the people he could've befriended, he had to choose an Avenger? And out of all the people on the Subway that fateful day they met, he just had to notice her? Was it chance? Fate? Destiny? Pure luck? Or maybe just bad luck? He couldn't wrap his head around it.
And yet, it still brought him back to his original train of thought about where she was. Did Mr. Stark take care of it? Was she in jail at all? Did the Rogue Avengers break out and leave her there? Or maybe the government was keeping her identity secret. Wait... did the government know who she was? Did the government know who he was? Mr. Stark found him fairly easily, did the government find him?
"Peter?" The sound of his Aunt May's voice cut off his inner turmoil, bringing up a brand new problem; the fact that he had just gotten back from his 'internship retreat' with Mr. Stark last night and he had a huge black eye from when Captain America had smacked him in the face with his shield... Wow, that was a weird sentence he'd never thought would be true. But it was, which made it even more awesome. He got hit with Captain America's shield! ... And now he had to try and explain the giant purple blotch on his face to his Aunt who was just now getting home from work. Great.
"Peter, you home?" She called or again. The teenager began to frantically search for something to hide his face. But it was no use when his Aunt suddenly burst into his room. "Oh, there you are. How was your intern–" she froze mid-sentence and Peter knew he had been caught. "Oh my God! What happened?" She asked, leaning in on his bed to get a better look at his face.
"H-Hey, Aunt May," the teenager let out a nervous chuckle. "I-I, it was nothing. Just some guy I got into a fight with at the... internship– Ow!" He cried out when May pressed her fingers to his swollen eye.
She winced at his reaction then turned to slide off his bed. "I'll go get you some ice," she stated before leaving the room. It was then when she walked out of his bedroom that Peter caught sight of his wrist, more specifically the high-tech wristband that was on it.
"Crap," the teenager hissed beneath his breath as he tried to yank it off.
"So," May shouted through the apartment. "Who was it? Who hit you?"
"Some guy," Peter called back. It sounded lame but what was he supposed to tell her! The truth? No way!
"What's 'some guy's name?" She shouted back.
Now, this, Peter felt like he could answer. "Uh, Steve."
"Steve? From 12-C? With the overbite?"
"No, no, no. You don't know him, he's from Brooklyn." Well, it wasn't a complete lie. He had gotten knocked in the face by Steve Rogers from Brooklyn. Meanwhile, he continued to try yanking the wristband off without damaging it. Who knew how much it cost. "So itchy, man. God," he remarked when the band wouldn't come off. Then finally, Peter managed to hit a switch on the band, he hoped it would've turned it off, but instead it seemed to activate some kind of light beam– Oh, crap!
Peter immediately shoved his wrist behind his back and pressed his other hand to his swollen eye just as his Aunt May walked in with his ice. "Ouch," he pouted slightly, trying to play the injured role. Well... he was still super sore from getting knocked around by the Giant Guy who had also shrunk... He just had a really weird few days.
Aunt May smiled slightly as she sat at the foot of his bed. "Well... I hope you got a few good licks in."
"Yeah, I got a few in, actually," he beamed proudly, remembering how he stole Captan America's shield, knocked that Falcon guy down, blocked the Winter Soldier's punch, got to help take down the Giant Man. It was all so friggin awesome! "His friend was huge. Like huge," Peter explained to her as she handed him the ice wrapped in a small towel. He took it an pressed it gently to his swollen eye. It stung slightly, but it felt a numb at least. "That's way better. Thank you," he told his Aunt sincerely.
He hoped Aunt May would buy his whole story, and was grateful when she smiled at him and nodded as she begin to get off the bed. "Okay, tough guy," she remarked before she started out of the room.
As she left, Peter couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of remorse for lying to her about everything. He always got that feeling whenever stuff like this happened. Because, truth be told, this wasn't the first time he had come home with a bruise, a cut, or a scratch from going out as Spider-Man, and this sure wasn't the first time he'd ever lied to her about it or hid it. But, he knew it was for the best. Like he had told Mr. Stark, if she found out about what he did anyhow dangerous it was, she would freak out and never let him do it again, and Peter wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't out there saving people. It was apart of him now. So, he just always decided not to tell May. It was for the better, he always reminded himself.
"Love you, May," he called after her as she left the room. "Hey, can you shut the door?" He added as a bit of an afterthought when he suddenly remembered the beaming light on his wristband he was hiding behind him. She did as he requested, and once she was safely out of the room, Peter slowly pulled his hand out and let the bright red beam shine up on the ceiling. And it was awesome.
The beam wasn't just some weird light, it was like a home page for his suit. It had a bunch of tools and gear symbols on it that shone up like a projection screen, and in he middle of it all was his red Spider-Man emblem. He smiled up in awe and in this moment he wished Danielle was here so he could show her all of this, brag to her that she wasn't the only enhanced teenager at Midtown, comfort her in the fact that she wasn't alone. But the smile soon faded away when he remembered that she wasn't here... So, where was she?
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"You don't have to leave," Danielle told her sister as they stood out on the porch of Clint's farm house. She had been desperately trying to convince Wanda of staying with her and taking a deal like Steve had proposed to her. But, it seemed as though her sister had her kind already made up.
Wanda gave Danielle a sad smile, stroking a small strand of her had back as Danielle tried not to cry at the loving gesture. "I do," she sighed. "You know they won't give me a deal. They'll lock me back up, Danielle."
"And what about me?" She asked in a strained and broken voice.
Wanda took her little sister's hand in her own and squeezed tightly as tears began to form in her eyes. She knew saying goodbye wouldn't be easy, but she just wished that she didn't have to do it so many times. It felt as though it for harder each time she did it. "You'll be safe. I know Jack won't let anything else happen to you," she stated.
Danielle was letting out small sniffles as tears began to fall down her cheeks. Wanda's hand rose up to wipe a few away and Danielle held it there as she bowed her head. "Please don't leave me," she begged softly.
"I can't stay. It's better this way for the both of us," the older psychic replied, her own tears beginning to spill over. She tried her best to blink them away, not wanting Danielle to see her so broken and upset. "I'm sorry, Dani."
Danielle let a small sob escape from her lips before she ran in to hug her sister tightly one last time, crying into her collarbone as Wanda kissed the top of her head. They stayed in this tight embrace for what seemed like only a few seconds before someone cleared heir throat behind them.
A few feet away stood Steve, Natasha, and Sam, all waiting for Wanda and Danielle to exchanged goodbyes so they could leave. But, Danielle didn't want to let go of Wanda, she didn't want her sister to leave. Yet, despite it all, the teenage girl released her with a silent sob getting caught in her throat she quickly covered up with a sniffle. Wanda immediately wiped her own tears from her face before placing her hand on Danielle's cheek one last time.
"I love you," she told her little sister sincerely.
"I love you, too," Danielle replied, her voice cranking at the last words as more tears began to spill over.
Wanda gave her a sad smile before Clint walked out onto the porch, setting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a pat. "C'mon, kid," he told her. "Time to go."
Wanda pursed her lips, reluctantly peeling her eyes and hand away from Danielle to the trio behind her. Danielle watched in silence as Wanda began to walk towards where Mrs. Barton and the kids were standing to say goodbye to them and Steve came walking forward to say his own goodbyes to the teen.
As the soldier glanced down at the girl, he considered telling her everything he knew. The truth about Zemo, about her Mom, about Rumlow. But, just looking into her eyes and seeing how completely and utterly devastated she looked, he knew it wasn't the right time. Then again, he had to ask himself what the 'right time' was. He wasn't sure if he would ever see her again after this point on. He hoped that they would eventually meet again, if or when the Accords ever got abolished or re-negotiated, but it wouldn't be for a while.
It was hard to accept the fact that he wouldn't see her for some time, if ever again. But Steve couldn't just keep looking at the negatives, he had to see the positives. He couldn't be selfish and keep her on the run with him, Wanda, Sam, and Nat. He had to think about her future. The future she had of finishing school and graduating high school, walking the stage in a cap, gown, and a diploma. The future she had of going to a prestigious university and perusing a career in composing and performing music on the piano. The future she had of having a successful relationship somewhere down the line and getting married, having children, buying a home, living a happy life. But, none of that could ever happen if he let her come with them.
As he approached the teary-eyed brunette, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "I'm sorry."
She sniffled and crossed her arms around her body as if to hug herself while her eyes remained staring forward, unable to meet his gaze as she muttered a reply, "S'not your fault."
"It is," the soldier stated truthfully. "And I can't express how sorry I am that you got caught up in something you never should have been apart of."
"You're my family," she said, finally glancing up to meet his eyes. "And family looks out for each other. No matter what."
Steve managed to form a sad sort of smile in response before opening his arms for one last embrace before he left. Once him and Danielle had exchanged goodbyes, him, Wanda, Sam, and Natasha all started their trek from the Barton Farm House all the way out to the patch of trees the jet was hidden behind.
Danielle walked towards the edge of the porch, her arms wrapping around one of the wooden pillars as she watched the jet rise up from behind the line of trees and fly off into the bright blue horizon. She watched as it for smaller and smaller the further from them it got. But, she continued to watch it until it became a speck she could no longer tell apart from the rest of the cloudless sky.
It dawned on her then that they were really gone, that they had left her. As much as she knew it was the right choice, the safe choice, it didn't make the pain from the harsh reality of it all hurt less.
Her eyes slowly trailed away from the sky until they reached the ground beneath her. She wasn't sure what to do anymore, all she felt was numb as she subconsciously sunk to the foot of the stairs, sitting down and pulling her knees up to her chin. And that's where she stayed. Sitting. Waiting. For what, she wasn't entirely sure of. Yet she still just sat and stared out into the horizon as if she were expecting them to turn around and come right back at any moment. They didn't. And she kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting.
Eventually, the Barton children started to trickle back inside, followed by Mrs. Barton who was eventually joined by Clint. The only person that stayed at the front door had been Scott. Danielle was pretty sure it was just because he felt like he would be intruding if he went back inside of Hawkeye's house. She understood the feeling of being a bit of an intruder in their happy home.
After a few hours of just sitting, the sky no longer shone a bright blue. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was lit up by marvelous colors of red, orange, and pink, reflecting off the clouds and creating an even more vibrant sky above. It was around this time that Danielle heard a small smacking sound behind her followed by a groan. "Gah. Damn mosquitoes," Scott muttered. Danielle didn't need to look over her shoulder to know that he had gone back inside after that.
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It was coming up around dusk, the lit outside only provided by the stars and the porch light Laura had turned on after accepting the fact that Danielle wasn't going to move any time soon. Clint had just finished collecting the kids' and Scott's plates they had scarfed dinner off of, ready to dump them in the sink to wash when he peeked out over the kitchen counter and caught sight of Danielle's figure still sitting on the front porch, her head bowed onto her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs forming a sort of cocoon around herself.
"She's still out there?" Laura asked as she walked up beside him, placing her own finished plate into the sink.
The archer shrugged. "Wanda and Steve were pretty clear on the fact that she's stubborn," he remarked with a shake of his head.
"Do you think we should bring out dinner to her? I saved her a plate."
Clint sighed. "Yeah, I can do it. Maybe even get a word or two out of her while I'm at it," he said hopefully as he dried his hands off on the rag dangling on the side of the counter.
"Hawkeye; the Avengers' adopted dad," Laura laughed, placing a chaste kiss on her husband's shoulder before she was called away by the kids who were now begging to play Monopoly with Scott who was claiming to be the master at the game (Clint made a small mental note to come back inside after he was finished helping Danielle and kick his ass all the way across Boardwalk).
After Laura had left to the living room with the kids and Scott, Clint took the foam plate with food wrapped in foil on it from out of the microwave and started out to the front porch. The screen door swung open with a familiar creak as he walked outside. Danielle's head barely turned slightly, her eye catching a glimpse at him as he walked over. He took it as a sign that he had a chance at coaxing her to talk or at least come back inside.
"Still out here, huh," he remarked as if he hadn't been keeping an eye on her since he had first gone inside. She didn't reply. "Well, Laura saved you some food." The archer crouched down and placed the plate on the top porch step beside her. "Baked chicken with mac-and-cheese. A classic."
Danielle glanced at the plate then turned back to staring out into the night with blank, glossed-over eyes. "I'm not hungry," she muttered, barely audible, only to be followed by a small grumble from her stomach Clint could clearly hear.
"Huh," he huffed. The teen frowned, clearly caught in her lie, as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. The archer let out a heavy sigh. And to think he thought this was going to be easy. Boy, was he wrong. "They're not coming back, kid."
"I know," came her muffled reply.
"Then why are you still sitting out here? Waiting for them to come back?"
"I'm not." Clint furrowed his eyebrows.
"Why are you sitting out here, then?"
It was her turn to let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know," she admit. "I just have this feeling... I feel like they will come back and that this is temporary, and if I wait long enough they finally will come back. But... at the the same time I know you're right; that they're not coming back. But, I..."
"You just don't want to believe that they're really gone," the archer finished for her. She sighed again; he had hit the nail on the head. Suddenly, a bright idea popped into Clint's head. An idea he knew he probably shouldn't act on, but... when did he ever ignore his impulses?
The archer abruptly picked up the foam plate he had set beside Danielle on the floor and placed it on the porch railing. When she glanced up at him questioningly, he jerked his head a bit. "Come with me. Come on, come on," he gestured for her to follow him as he made his way down the porch steps down a small and narrow path in the grass leading towards the dimly lit barn. For the first time in hours, Danielle stood up from her spot on the porch and started following after the archer, confused and curious as t what he was dragging her out here for.
When the pair finally got to the barn, Clint had to walk to the side and flick on the light switch that lit up both open floors of the large wooden barn. It was just like any barn Danielle would've expected; large stacks of hay, old machinery, a tractor in the corner, some tools hanging up on the side rail, and a large rooster nesting up on one of the large beams stretching across the ceiling. It felt... odd, yet comfortable.
Pulling her attention from the barn to the archer that led her there, she began to notice Clint had wondered off to some corner of the barn, pulling out a large crate of sorts. It wasn't dusted which was a clear sign it was opened regularly and it had an odd symbol on the top the teenager couldn't pinpoint until Clint closed the lid after pulling two objects out. It was all starting to click together now as he made his way towards her again, this time holding a large wooden bow and a quiver of arrows.
Her eyebrows furrowed yet again, unsure of whether or not he was actually serious. And from the broad smile on his face, he clearly was. He stopped a few feet away from her and held them out to her, like an offering. "Take 'em," he instructed.
Danielle glanced between Clint and the bow and arrows, hesitant before reluctantly taking the pair. It was clear she had not a clue of what she was doing as she fumbled with the strap of the quiver she sloppily and haphazardly slung over her shoulder and nearly dropped the bow before catching it again.
Clint chuckled at the kid's clumsiness, but watched intently as she eventually was able to get a good grip on the bow... Then, only to say, "You're holding it wrong."
Her eyes flew to his in both concern and confusion. "How am I supposed to hold it?"
"Depends. You right handed or left handed?"
"Right."
"Then you gotta turn to face your right," he explained, pointing t the wall to the right of her. She did as he instructed. "Good. Now turn to face back up front without moving your body." She turned her head but not her chest. "Now hold the bow with your left hand and pose almost like a 'T'." She did so, but her right hand was awkwardly straightened out behind her as well making the archer cackle a bit. "Almost. But, in order t actually shoot the thing, you need to have both hands on each end."
"Oh," the girl muttered before placing her hand along the large stringy-thing on the back of the bow.
"Close," the archer stated. "Try aligning the tip of your elbow with your nose." Danielle furrowed her eyebrows a bit before turning to face her elbow, slowly raising it until the point as almost at the center of her face before turning back to her front. "Good, good." Clint circled around her, checking on her stance. When he stood in front of her, he glanced down at her feet and used his own foot to knock them apart a bit. "Shoulder length apart," he explained. She shuffled and replanted her stance. "Put your front foot facing towards your target and your other foot facing to your front." She glanced back down and did as instructed.
"Good. Now take the arrow from the quiver." Danielle grew nervous a this point. She'd never shot anything in her life, not even a gun, and now she was about to shoot an arrow from a bow.
Hesitantly, Danielle released her right hand and reached into the quiver to pull out a single arrow. She glanced at the back of the shape-pointed ammunition of sorts and pressed the small etched out impression to where it fit along the stringy-thing. Clint wasn't exactly teaching her terms and she doubted she'd remember any of them even if he had. The teen knew enough about archery to know how to rest the arrow onto the bow and pulled the string all the way back.
Clint stepped in to readjust her stance and elbow once again before taking a ate back and following her gaze to where she was aiming the arrow. "You see that red oil can?" She nodded. "Good, aim for that." Danielle was hesitant. She had no clue what she was doing; how to aim, how to fire. And Clint seemed to catch onto that. "Breathe in," he instructed. She took a deep breath in. "Hold it," he said as he walked to stand a few feet behind her, facing towards the oil can. "Now, when you let go of that air, release the arrow. Okay? On three. One, two..."
Danielle closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his voice counting. One... Two... Release.
And she did. When Danielle opened her eyes, she watched as the small arrow was launched from the bow... only to land a few feet away on the ground. The teen deflated completely as she lowered the now in her hands, not trying to hide her disappointment.
"Nice," Hawkeye beamed, surprising her, even clapping a little bit.
"But... I didn't hit the target," she said, dumbfounded.
"Who cares?" the archer scoffed, still clapping as if he'd just watched her score a Home Run or something. "You tried and you put an effort into it, and that's all that matters. That's all that needs to matter," he explained, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently.
It was the that Danielle's recollection of the last few days came back to her. WHere she was, what had happened, how she got here, who wasn't there, who put her here, who left her here... Her small hopeful smile turned into a blank expression yet again. "Why did you bring me here?" Danielle asked, her tone back to its somber seriousness.
"Absolutely no friggin' reason," Clint stated blatantly honest. Danielle narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Lemme ask you something. Did you learn something just now?"
"That I'm not that good at shooting bow and arrows as you are," she answered.
"Obviously," he remarked with a shrug. "But, no. That's not the right answer. The right answer is that, yes, you did learn something. You wanna know how I know you learned something? It's because a few minutes ago, you were sitting on my front porch with the crappiest look on your face. And just now, shooting that arrow, you had a glint of hope in your eyes. A hope that will stick with you if you just let go of all the bad stuff every once in a while and just live like the kid you are.
"Don't you see that now?" He asked. "You're normal. You may see this as some curse, but try looking at it as if it were a blessing. Could you ever imagine yourself just hanging out in a barn shooting bow and arrows?" Danielle shook her head. "Exactly. And why is that?"
She shrugged. "Because I don't really like the outdoors?"
Clint groaned. "You're killing me with this smart-ass answers, kid." Danielle couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her lips. "See! That! Right there," the archer beamed happily. "You can be happy, Danielle, I know you can. And if after all the shit you've been through, you can still crack a smile and make a joke and do random crap like shoot arrows at the floor because you have shit aim–" Danielle glared at him, but he continued. "–then I know for a fact that not having these powers and being away from Steve and your sister aren't going to bring you down.
"You have the potential to be great and live a happy life," he told her sincerely. "It's time you took advantage of that and just tried to live a little bit."
Danielle blinked a few times, both speechless from how amazing and inspiring Clint's speech had been. And he was right. The reason she was always so down in the dumps was because she was always so focused on who and what she lost, never actually opening her eye and cherishing what she had in front of her. She'd been doing that for as long as she could remember. With school, with soccer, with Decathlon, with Steve, Wanda, Sharon, Peter, Liz, Betty, Michelle, Jack... All the people in her life she took for granted because she was always to busy mourning over the life that she lost and the normality she had stripped away from her.
But now, she had a second chance. A chance to live the life that was so ruthlessly stolen from her at such a young age. A chance to live a fruitful and happy life, like Clint said. And, yes, she may not ever be truly and completely normal – it wasn't everyday someone just went through the crao she went through in her life – but, she no longer had powers... she no longer had a monster threatening to take over her life anymore.. she was free to be normal, once and for all.
For the first time in a long time, a smile – a real smile, stretched across Danielle's face. She beamed up at Clint. "Thank you."
He smiled back and nodded. "No problem, kid." They stood there for a moment, smiling and glancing back at the bow and quiver in her hand and the one arrow on the ground. Until, eventually, Clint clapped his hands. "Alright. Let's get back inside. I got a game of Monopoly calling my name. Need to defend my throne of being called the champion in my own home." Danielle chuckled, handing the bow and quiver back to the archer, letting him lead her back out of the barn after he put the set away.
As the pair walked back to the house, everything seemed to be looking bright for Danielle. She happily followed Clint down the path, up the porch steps, and back into the house. So happy and beaming in her enlightened new mood, she didn't stop to notice the wind chimes dangling from the porch roof that jingled a soft tune. The chimes swaying nd clanging, creating new sounds that filled the air, despite the fact that there was no wind to be had, nor had they been jingling prior to Danielle's arrival at the house...
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A/N: IT'S OFFICIAL. I am no longer a minor. That's right ladies and gentlemen, this bitch just turned eighteen as of... thirteen minutes ago (according to my watch). Happy Birthday to me, my gift to you is this lovely, light-hearted chapter, with some Peter and angst sprinkled in for good measure. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter songs: Leap of Faith by Audiomachine and Friendly Reminder by Against the Current.
Reviews:
Hyreath: Lol, yep. Welcome back. Yeah, Danielle is a sad bean, but this hopefully brightens her mood a bit. I made a vow for this new arc going into the year long period between Civil War and Infinity War/Endgame woud be a lot more happier for Danielle than the last couple of arcs. Poor kid's been through enough and deserves some happiness... some, not a whole lot. There'll still be a fair amount of angst of course, just not as much. And yes, you guess correctly Sable is in fact Miss Silver Sablinova, a very important character in this story so definitely keep an eye out. She has a large impact on Danielle and Jack, which is why I'm giving her her own spin-off. She's technically not an OC, but the way I'm writing her is being based loosely off her comic interpretation, so she will technically be an OC... sorta. Yeah. I wanted her to grow normally, without powers. But, as we can see, she still kind of has them. :) Hope you enjoy.
Einklley: Oh, man, I love Emma Frost. She's a real OG, I just wished they would've done more with her in the Fox/X-Men Universe. She had so much potential. Funny you should say that because I did have the inspiration of Danielle from Jean Grey, but not her personality. But, Eris/the Entity is derived from the comics as well, I'm just not gonna tell you which character from the comics because that would be spoiler-y. And I named her Danielle because 1) I'm in love with long names that can be shortened to a cute uni-sex name, and 2) I wanted to emphasize the fact that she wasn't born with these powers, she was just a smo-joe regular, human child who was picked from obscurity and given these powers. If I had named her Eris from the get to, it would've been a bit odd. Yeah, Peter will return shortly in Danielle's life, don't worry. And I'm not sure if I will confirm that because I'm trying not to go completely into the comic-verse, so if it isn't revealed in the MCU, I probably won't incorporate it in this story. Sorry. And, finally, yes, I fully intend on continuing this after Endgame. I have big plans for Danielle and Jack.
Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:
[It just now dawned on me that I did not include an incorrect quote last chapter because I'm a fucking idiot. So, here are two]
Dani: If you touch me or my friends again, I will drop a mountain on you.
Zemo: You mean figuratively?
Dani: No. I mean geographically.
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Peter: I finally finished this book about Nutmeg!
Ned: Well it's about time.
Peter: ... No, it's about Nutmeg-!
