***Rio De Janeiro***
The setting sun brought a nice orange glow over all of Rio. It was quite peaceful. But what some didn't know was that that peace was thanks to a mysterious protector.
A protector locally known as "El Tigre Blanco".
***Quinjet, In A Nearby Park***
A ways away from any towns or houses set the Quinjet. And inside were none other than Peter Parker and Sam Alexander.
They were here to investigate the mysterious "Tigre Blanco", and if possible, recruit her. Yes, her. According to the file that Tony Stark had made on this mysterious assailant, she was a woman. A girl really based on her age, but still.
Currently, Peter was looking over said file and really getting absorbed in it. Her age, her family, and even her family's background. Apparently, her father was an officer. That would be a good motivator for her to join...maybe.
It was really hope Peter was flying on here, and again, hopefully, it'd go well.
Pulling himself away from the file, he turned his focus to the radio and listened carefully to the headset that he had on. So far nothing on the scanners but static.
"Anything?" Sam asked walking past Peter.
Peter shook his head. "Nope."
But he kept listening, because he had a feeling that something would come up tonight.
In a town, not too far away, things had gone quiet as the day had ending for some. The sky grew dark and only sounds were the passing cars on the streets.
However, the sounds of sirens tore through the night's peaceful silence. The sounds came from a pet store in a nearby town. Turns out it was a front for a kidnapping ring.
The local police had been called and notified of the disturbance and officers soon swarmed the streets and surrounded the place.
They all stepped out and took their positions.
"¿Quién hizo la llamada?" (Who made the call?) One of them asked as they stepped out of their vehicle.
"No lo sé, fue anónimo."(I don't know, it was anonymous.) the other replied with a shrug.
They had all taken their positions and had backup on standby.
On the roof, a man with a rifle army crawled towards the edge of the roof with the intention of "taking care" of the police.
But he was intercepted before he made it to the edge. Someone had come up behind him, stomped on his ankle, covered his mouth before he could yelp in pain and knocked him out.
The police on the ground below witnessed this but could only make out flash of white on the roof thanks to the headlights of their cars.
"¿Qué fue eso?"(What was that?) one of them, a rookie asked.
"Problemas para los que están dentro."(Trouble for those inside.) His senior partner replied with a knowing look.
The white clad vigilante made her way into the shop as stealthily as she could, walking down the steps. Not long until she had entered into a supply room for the store.
She saw multiple shelves of stuffs and in between them, she saw perps with guns. Under the mask, her eyes flared with anger as she hid and began making her move.
One by one, she began to pick them off. And with each one, the screams increased and the guns fired.
Outside, the officers could vivid sounds of the events happening inside.
Sounds of gunshots, men screaming, cloth being shredded and banging against walls could be heard.
"¡Es ella! ¡Ella está aquí!"(It's her! She's here!) one of them exclaimed, firing away in all directions.
"El Tigre Blanco!"(The White Tiger!) another screamed, holding onto his gun for dear life.
That was all they got out before they were pulled backwards and relieved of their weapons and consciousness.
In another part of the shop, the leader of the front had heard the screams and cries of his men through the radio. And now that they were gone, fear began to overtake him.
***Quinjet***
Since it had been a while and there was no sign of any action, Peter and Sam has switched shifts on the radio and it was now Sam's turn.
Sam was sitting there flipping through his phone whilst the headset was still on just in case anything came in.
Suddenly, his head shot up as the commotion from the radio came through the headset. Whatever was happening was really serious.
"Ok, we got something!" Sam stated. Focusing on the sound coming from within the headset.
Peter jumped up from his seat and ran over to him, anxiously waiting to hear what was happening. "Well?"
Seconds passed before Sam looked up to Peter and gave him a nod.
"It's her." He said firmly
***Basement***
Having taken care of the scum upstairs, the Tiger made her way down the steps into the shop's basement and saw no one. Not sensing any danger, she jumped down from the steps and landed gracefully on the floor below.
As she stood up fully, she sniffed the air. Taking it all in, she could smell gunpowder from bullets, pellets for parrots and rodents, and...a teddy bear. That was her target. Following the scent of it led her to what seemed like nothing but a wall. But the White Tiger wasn't so easily fooled.
She began to feel around on the wall for anything. A crack, a hole, anything that could give her a clue. Finally she found it when her gloved hands came over a thin line within the lines of the wall's design. From that line, she felt something, air! That was it, that was her clue! A fake wall! Putting her ear to it, she could make out the muffled sounds of sniffling and children's cries on the other side.
Needing no further convincing, she flexed her claws out and etched a big 'X' on the wall. Then, after retracting her claws, she took a breath before she began to punch at the fake wall. Thanks to the 'X' pattern etched in and aiming straight for the center of it, The Tiger was able to make good on her blows to the fake wall. With each punch, a small hole began to gape.
From the other side, at least a dozen kids were sitting there in the dimly lit room which shined against their bodies, the sweat and tears having mixed together.
Finally, the wall was being pulled on. They could see the white gloved hands clawing away at the hole before finally, the entire wall was pulled away and tossed aside. With their eyes adjusting to the light coming into the room, they saw a white hooded person with hair poking out of the side of the hood. And through eyeholes, they saw caring eyes as the Tiger knelt down to them with hands up and open.
"Está bien, está bien." (It's ok, it's ok.) she cooed, not wanting to alarm them. This was the first time they had ever seen the fabled 'Tigre Blanco', and she didn't want them to be afraid. Lifit up her mask so that the children could see and be calmed by her face. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
One of the children, a little girl, leaned forward and pressed herself against the "Tiger". Immediately, she embraced the child, comforting her in this very moment.
Finally letting her go, she looked to all of them. "I'm going to get you out of here, all right?"
They all nodded in anticipation and hopeful smiles came up. The "Tiger" began to go to work on their binds when the sound of a gun being cocked make her freeze. She didn't think she'd be out of the woods yet, but she didn't expect it to come to her like this.
"Levántate, despacio y despacio."(Get up, nice and slow,) the leader of the baddies ordered. He was the only one left, so desperation was all within him.
Tiger looked at the young ones all in front of her and the fear returning to their faces, the hope swiftly leaving. No, she wasn't going to let it go back to that.
Slowly, she reached up and pulled her mask back down before complying with the previous demand. The gun that was held to her head followed her as she stood and began to shake in the man's hand.
With a shaky voice, he made his bargain. "Now you're going to get me out of here, or the children won't live to see tomorrow."("Ahora me vas a sacar de aquí, o los niños no vivirán para ver el mañana".)
'Big mistake.' The "Tiger" thought.
Looking back down to the children, she made eye contact with the little girl. "Close your eyes for me, ok?" she told her, looking to the others around her too. "It's going to be alright."
The little girl and the rest of the children nodded and obeyed the vigilante's words, clamming their eyes shut.
Now that she knew the children couldn't see anything, the "Tiger" let out a breath through her mask. Suddenly, her claws came out and with the speed of lightning she sprang into action.
Outside, the officers could hear vivid sounds of the events happening inside. Sounds of a man screaming for his life.
They waited as they heard the bloodcurdling scream subside. And they knew what the reason for the screams was.
When the sounds finally stopped, the cops started to wonder what was happening. Then the front door opened. They readied their guns, and pointed them at the door.
"(It's ok, officers! It's me, it's Tiger!)" A young female voice called out to them.
They saw the vigilante, dressed in white, stepped out with a little girl cradled in her arms.
The commanding officer there ordered his men to lower their weapons and to move in to tend to the children. They all flocked towards the little ones, but not too much so as to crowd them.
Paramedics were called as was a morgue for the dead mercenaries still within the building. Meanwhile blankets were given to the children as they all calmed down from this harrowing experience.
As for the little girl still in the arms of the white clad vigilante, who's named turned out to be Carmen, she has clung to her as a child would her mother. Though the "Tiger" hadn't much experience with children, she felt her motherly instincts take effect as she slowly rocked back and forth, patted her back and comforted the little girl.
She even went as far as to hum lightly in her ear so as to soothe her. A few minutes of this made the child doze off and finally feel a little peace.
Finally, an lady officer came to take Carmen to be squared away. Reluctantly, she let go of her rescuer to go with the the officer. And if she was honest, there was a lot of reluctance for her too as she had quickly grown attached to the little girl.
"Gracias señorita Tigre,"(Thank you, Miss Tiger) Carmen thanked her.
The heroine's heart melting at the niña's thanks, she blushed under the mask as she replied, "De nada, Carmenita."(You're welcome, Carmen.)
With that, the officer walked away with little Carmen. As they walked away, another officer, the chief, walked up to her.
"Muchas gracias, Tigre,"(Thank you so much, Tiger.) he said to her.
She replied silently with a curt nod before the chief looked away to get another look at the scene. Having taken it all in, he looked back to say something, but he saw no one there in her place. The 'Tiger' had disappeared.
***Rocinha***
The 'Tiger' parkoured across the rooftops of the favelas. She would run and then jump across the alley gaps.
Finally, she slowed down and came to a stop as she had made it to a certain rooftop. Standing at the edge over an ally, she flexed her claws out and jumped off the edge onto the alley wall and let the claws help her slide down the side to the alley floor below. When she finally made it to the ground, she let go and her claws retracted as she walked out of the ally. However, as she did, she sensed something—someone watching her... watching from the shadows.
She turned and refaced the dark alley seeing nothing but crates, dumpsters and trash cans. But she wasn't easily fooled.
"I know you're there!" She yelled, readying her claws once again. "Who are you, and what do you want?!"
"Well for starters, I don't wanna fight." A voice said up above her.
Looking up, she saw the source of the voice: a figure sticking to the side of building that made the alley wall. Then it jumped down and landed on the ground in a squatting position.
As he stood, she noticed a few things. It had to me a man. He had just the right build, body shape, and the muscles to back it up. His voice sounded young. Probably about her age. Also, this person, whoever he was, was in a tight suit similar to hers.
Only his was red and blue with spider web like patterns on the chest, arms, boots, and mask.
He walked towards her slowly with his hands in a gentle, nonviolent way. As he did, she noticed that he looked familiar.
"Wait a minute, I know you." The white-clad girl stated. "You're that guy from New York. Um...Spider-something."
"Right! Uh, Spider-Man. It's-it's Spider-Man."
The White Tiger nodded. "Well Spider-Man, what do you want?"
Before he replied, Spidey walked towards slowly. His hands still up. The girl watched his every move, ready just in case this was a trap. But she didn't sense any danger. So she stood there and watched as kept on towards her and stopped a few feet away from her.
The two of them were face to face now. Or mask to mask rather. Until, slowly, he reached for his head and pulled off his mask. When he did, the white clad female saw a young man's face. And if she was being honest, he did look a little cute.
She shook her head lightly and came back to reality.
"My name's Peter Parker. And um... we need your help."
"Who's we?" The girl asked in a more gentle mood.
There was a silence before Peter finally answered, "...the Avengers."
Peter couldn't see it, but underneath the mask, White Tiger was completely confused.
"The Avengers?" She echoed his words, "I don't understand. Aren't they dead?"
Hearing her say that out loud made Peter hurt a bit more, but he continued.
"It's a long story. Is there somewhere we can talk?"
The white clad female let her body ease up. Obviously, Spider-Man wasn't a threat. But he needed help.
But what did this have to do with the Avengers? They were supposed to be dead. Right? This whole thing had her both confused, but also interested.
Slowly, she lifted her hands to her head and began to take off her mask.
This shocked Peter, but it was better than her clawing at him. When she finally took it off, he saw the face of a beautiful girl with jet black hair and hazel eyes. Quite a vision. She certainly didn't seem like a monster. He almost got entranced but reminded himself of why he was here.
She looked right at him with a look that showed concern but also curiosity.
"Come with me." She said, motioning with her head.
***Ayala Apartment***
Peter followed Ava to her apartment and stepped in.
"You live here alone?" He asked curiously.
"Kind of," Ava replied as she headed into the kitchen, "This is one of my aunt's places. She's from New York-"
"Oh, me too!" Peter added with a chuckle and a shrug, "Queens."
Ava hummed in surprise and a small smile picked at the corner of her lips. "New York City. My aunt's from the Bronx, but she's away a lot. Always traveling."
"Travel agent?"
The Latina shook her head but kept her small smile and a knowing look at her guest. "FBI agent."
Suddenly, Peter's little smile went up a little at those words. "Wow, that's pretty cool!" He was genuinely intrigued by this girl and her family already. And she even seemed to be smiling along with him about it. This made Peter begin to have a sense of pride.
Early stages of good rapport: check!
But then Peter's curiosity got the better of him and he asked a personal question. "So why'd you move here?"
There was a bit of a silence. Ava's head lowered and she felt a bit of insecurity come up. The feeling of a lump growing in her throat came as she swallowed and took a breath. Carefully, but reluctantly, she answered him. "My mom was from here... Puerto Rico, really. But, this is close enough."
"...oh..."
Peter suddenly felt a tug of remorse after hearing that. The way Ava answered that question made him realize he stumbled onto a sensitive subject.
He wasn't the only one though, Ava too mentally slapped herself. What was she telling him all of this for? She didn't know this person and now she was telling him parts of her life.
Peter felt a bit of regret with asking. He wanted to ask another question too. But given Ava's current demeanor, he figured he'd gone far enough.
"I'm sorry," he told her, his words quiet but sincere.
This made Ava start to feel a little caring towards him. Seeing him lower his head now poked at her heart. Almost like wanting to give him a hug to comfort him, but she didn't got that far. "It's ok...Peter."
Lifting his head at the sound of his name, the Spider-Man gave her a humble and appreciative nod and smile.
Deciding to take the reigns and get back to the matter of Peter's being here, Ava walked out of the kitchen with two glass bottles of Coca-Cola and popped off the caps on the edge of the table with ease.
The whole thing actually intrigued Peter even more towards the girl.
He watched as she set one bottle down for him on one side of a table while she took a seat opposite.
"Have a seat." She invited as she took a swing of her Cola. He obliged her and even took a sip of the bubbly soda which was quite refreshing to him. "Mm. Thanks!" He slurred, swallowing another gulp and almost spitting some out as he thanked her.
The Latina couldn't help but giggle at his clumsiness. "Hahaha, you're welcome." She deduced that it had to be a main quality of this one, but she also secretly found it a little cute. But that was between her and her thoughts. "So," She urged, getting her mind on track, "you said you needed help. Why come to me? Actually, why in general?"
"Ah, right," Bouncing off of her focus, Peter set his sofa down and got to it. "Well, it all began a few days ago. I was at Mr. Stark's cabin, when we got a visit from-"
And he laid it all out for her, explaining everything to the best of his ability. The unexpected return of Scott Lang, the idea of time travel, the Infinity Stones, the plan for the "Time Heist", and the idea for the assembling of a team.
This had definitely been a day for Ava. First school, TV, taking down a kidnapping ring. And now, an Avenger sat across the table from her and was explaining a crazy idea. She sat on the other side and listened as he explained everything to her. The plan, the assembling of a new team, and everything else.
When he finished, the room went silent as he awaited her answer.
"Ok," She began, trying to process the information, "so just so I have this clear...you have this plan to get this group of other teens..."
Peter nodded as she broke it down.
"-to travel back in time..."
"Right."
"-to different points in time,"
"Mhm."
"And once there, get these...?"
"-Infinity Stones."
"-Infinity Stones, which were used to destroy half of the universe..."
"Right."
"And use them to bring back everyone that was snapped away back in 2018?"
Peter nodded. "Yeah, that's about it."
Ava blinked as she sat back in her chair and ran her hands through her hair. This definitely isn't something she saw happening two days ago.
She was fine with taking criminals down, and out if need be. The life of a vigilante was fun, even though some people didn't like her. It didn't really bother her, being called a monster. After The Snap, she had become one.
So being White Tiger helped her with her rage, but it also kept her mind off the hurt that was in her heart.
The hurt of loneliness. The Snap had taken her father and her brother away from her. After that, she fell deep into a state of pain. Pain of loss. With these thoughts in her mind, she wondered if the young man across from her had experienced it.
"Did you...did you lose someone in the uh...in the Snap?" She stuttered.
"Huh?"
"Well, I just figured that with this there had to be some personal motivation in this for you."
"You mean other than the millions of people who were snapped away?"
"Right."
"...I lost a man who was kinda like my father figure...Tony Stark."
That surprised her. "Iron Man?!"
"Yep...my uh, my aunt too. May...she was pretty much my mom to me."
"How do you keep going on?" She asked, genuinely curious, "I mean, how do you still find the strength to help others even though you're still hurting?"
Ava didn't know it, but she had just asked a loaded question for Peter.
"Well, before I became Spider-Man...my uncle, he uh...he was killed."
That made Ava's eye begin to tear up. Had this boy ever had a break? That was her main thought as he continued.
"I had just gotten my powers and I was in a bad mood that night. I was out, trying to cool off. What I didn't know was that my uncle had come out looking for me... Turns out, the man who killed him...I saw him before that, hurting someone else. And when he tried to escape, he ran into my uncle. He tried to stop him, but..."
Peter didn't say anymore after that, but he didn't have to for Ava to understand where he was going.
"I'm so sorry, Peter." Hesitant at first, she reached over and set her hand on his.
The warmth he felt from her hand sent goose bumps through him, which she felt. It made them both lush a little, but not too much due to the current conversation.
"Before he died, my uncle helped me understand the weight of responsibility that comes with great power...and then that made me realize: When you can do the things that other people can't, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, you'll feel like they happen because of you...it's a responsibility. And that's when I decided that I would do my best to use my powers to live up to that responsibility. It makes me feel better too."
The whole story and the boatload of emotion with it had choked Ava up. Wiping away her tears with her free hand, she once again squeezed Peter's hand to comfort him. He really amazed her. The emotions flowing through her from his story brought some sincere words to mind, which she spoke out loud to Peter.
"Your uncle would be proud of you, Peter. And your aunt too."
Hearing that gave Peter such comfort and a want to cry, which he let come. Lightly clearing his throat, Peter looked up to Ava and thanked her with tears starting up. "Thank you, Ava."
She in return smiled empathetically and lightly rubbed the spot on his wrist with her thumb, and he let her.
Thinking about the sad picture of events that Peter just described brought tears to Ava's eyes...that's probably what the whole world felt. And yet, it was so similar to her story. So now, she became the White Tiger. To make sure that no one would have to feel that loss. Just like Peter. Some appreciated it, some didn't.
But she didn't care. As long as she could make a difference in other people's lives by keeping them safe and protecting them. And with that, she realized that she and Peter had something in common. Wanting to help others and try to prevent them from more loss.
Come to think of it, that's what the Avengers stand for. Or stood for. They died trying to save people. And now, there was a chance to bring them back. But not only them, her family too!
And since she was being asked to help, she was definitely going to.
She looked back to Peter, her cheeks stained with tears but a look of determination on her face. "I'm in." She stated, her voice slightly scratchy.
A surprised, but glad look came to Peter's face when he heard this. "Really? Th-That's great! Thank you."
Ava nodded with another small smile. "You're welcome."
Peter nodded back. He was glad that she said 'yes'.
Then something caught his eye. Looking down, he saw that he had set his hand atop hers, which was still holding onto his wrist. Then Ava noticed it too. Swiftly, they both retreated their hands backwards and blushed madly.
Not wanting Ava to change her mind after she had just agreed, Peter remembered and told her the rest. "Alright, so this is gonna take a bit. We still have to build this machine, so you may wanna pack a few things."
Ava's blushing expression disappeared and turned into one of complete surprise. "Whoa whoa whoa, wait! So I'm going to stay at the Avengers HQ too?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. Yeah. Plus we still have to build the machine and test it, so it's gonna take a bit."
"Oh, and one more thing," he stated while standing up from his chair. Walking around the table to stand in front of her, he straightened his arm and tapped each of her shoulders with the edge of his hand as if dubbing her like a knight...just as Tony had done to him so long ago.
Having finished, he stepped back and looked at her with a proud smile, "Ava Ayala, you are now an Avenger."
Ava's breath hitches in her throughout as she gasped. She was truly flabbergasted. She had just been declared an Avenger. AN AVENGER!
She took a few heavy breaths as she felt a sense of pride within her. This was definitely gonna be an experience for the books.
***Quinjet***
So after another hour or so of packing, slight procrastination and help from Peter, the two finally arrived at the location where the Quinjet was hidden. In a park about five miles from where Ava lived.
"Alright, Sam," Peter said, talking through a com link, "open'er up."
Moments later, the ramp door to the Quinjet began to descend to the ground below. The sight was enough to send Ava into a state of awe.
"Ok, that's pretty cool." She admitted as the ramp finally stopped at the ground.
"Oh trust me, you haven't seen anything yet," Peter promised her, motioning for her to follow as he walked up the ramp.
Following suit, she noticed that the interior of the craft was deceiving you bigger than it looked on the outside. Multiple seats with seatbelts and a few windows on either side. Also a monitor on one side with a seat at it, and the pilot seat up ahead.
And from that seat stood another person. A boy seeming Peter's age, though he could still pass for a teenager. Tanned skin, possibly Hispanic or Latino like her.
'Must be Sam.' She thought as the boy walked
"Whoa!" The boy exclaimed quite dramatically as he stopped right in front of her, looking her up and down with a smirk, "Well, hello there! Name's Sam, Sam Alexander. And who might you be?"
"Sam," Peter interjected, and not a moment too soon, "this is Ava Ayala. Ava, this is Sam. Aka Nova. But also known as Bucket-Head."
"HEY!" The Hispanic defensively barked.
Ava snickered at that. Peter was definitely funny and witty. Sam, having been defeated this time around, walked away and rolled his eyes as he did.
Looking back to Ava, Peter shrugged his shoulders as he walked away to prepare for takeoff.
The Quinjet's engines fired up and the craft lifted from the ground before heading off into the cloudy night sky.
Ava sat by a window and watched as Rio got smaller and smaller as they flew away from her home.
"You alright?" A voice asked, pulling her from her thoughts.
Peter stood there, concern written all over his face. Ava shrugged and bobbed her head in reply, not fully being able to answer. "I'm good. Just a little nervous, I guess."
"I can understand that."
"Just tell me, do we actually have a good chance to win?"
Peter understood her worry. And to be honest, he wasn't sure. This whole thing had him asking the same question himself. So he answered truthfully, "I don't know."
That didn't exactly reassure her, but at least it was the truth.
"But what I do know is that we're gonna do the best we can, and we're gonna do it together."
Now THAT was reassuring. Granted, it didn't lean towards a positive outcome. But it did give a lot of hope for a good outcome. And that gave Ava a small smile.
"That's good enough for me then," She said.
A feeling of accomplishment came to Peter with a hint of pride as he smiled at that. And with that, he figured she'd want to relax now.
"Why don't uh, why don't you get some rest?" He suggested, care apparent in his voice. "It's gonna be a bit of a long ride."
A smirk came to Ava's face when he said that. He was so cute when he showed care.
"Why, so you can watch me while I sleep, maybe take a picture?" She teased with an eyebrow raised.
Peter's eyes went wide. Did he accidentally give her some mixed signals or something? Did she misunderstand his suggestion? Oh boy.
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" He tried to fix the situation, not wanting to make Ava uncomfortable since she just got here. "I-I-I just thought you might be tired and that you'd-"
"Peter, I'm just kidding!" She laughed, reaching out and holding him by the shoulders to calm him down. "Man, you're really easy to get. Ya know that?"
She laughed again as she let him go and got into a comfortable position and leaned against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. A smile stayed on her lips though, put there by Peter and his manners/innocence. Now she knew another area he was cute in: when he was nervous. Check!
Said spider man stood and began to head to the front of the Quinjet when Ava made one last statement.
"I wouldn't mind if you did. Just so you know." Her eyes cracked open a little to look at him standing there, red beginning to come to his cheeks.
She giggled as she once again closed her eyes and out a hum of contentment. Score another one for the Tiger.
Peter let out a nervous sigh and walked up to where Sam sat in the pilot seat, arms crossed and a confused look on his face.
"I just don't get it," He said plainly as Peter leaned against the window up above them.
"What's that?"
"She's going for you, and not me. And you're not even trying!"
"What?!" Peter exclaimed in a whispered tone. "You're crazy man!"
"Oh am I? Could it be that, maybe, you like her, Pete?" Sam teased his friend with a smirk.
"Dude! Just drop it, ok?! Besides, there's no way she could like me! And me liking her, it...it's not important right now."
Even though he knew better and wanted to hear more, Sam chuckled and decided to give Peter a break. "Uh-huh, yeah. You keep tellin' yourself that, Parker."
Peter rolled his eyes at the Hispanic in the pilot seat. But as he did, he began to think about it. Could it be possible? Could Ava possibly like him? He wouldn't lie, there was no denying that she was pretty. Her face was so mesmerizing to him, it reminded him of fire. Dangerous, yet beautiful. And that pretty much described her.
Deciding to take a chance, Peter turned and looked back at the sleeping Latina in the back as she slept. She sure seemed peaceful. But that peace's seemed to be disturbed momentarily by her shivering. It was then Peter realized it was a little bit chilly in the Quinjet. He was used to it though, being from New York. But that didn't help Ava any.
Then, he got an idea. Walking back over to the sleeping Latina, he unzipped his hoodie, took it off and placed it on Ava. Wrapping it around her torso lightly, careful not to wake her up. When he finished, he saw her smile return as she cuddle within the warmth of the hoodie. As she did, another hum came from her. Though it was more of a moan, really. Now, she was even more comfortable, and that brought a smile to Peter's face to see it.
Up front, Sam had watched while all of this transpired. His teasing smirk remained victoriously. "Oh yeah, he definitely likes her," He whispered to himself.
"Hey Pete!" He called in a whispered tone, to which Peter heard and walked back over.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Where to next?" Sam asked.
"Uh, Massachusetts."
"Oh, back home?"
"Yeah. We've got a potential ringer there who goes to MIT."
"Alrighty then. Massachusetts it is."
And with that, Sam charted the course towards the states and Massachusetts and course corrected, flying through the cloudy night sky.
We got a Tiger on the team! Sorry it's been a bit since I've updated this fic, I've had a stunning rekindle of my desire for the Maze Runner fandom. So I'm REALLY getting work done here, hehe. But trust me, it's all gonna be good. Hope you guys liked this chapter and the intro of Ava Ayala/White Tiger, AND the SpiderTiger chemistry within this chapter. Many more of those will be coming. Promise. :))))
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