Author's Note: This isn't going to be easy
Nat's Point of View
My heart dropped when Peter got the call from Aunty May, I knew he had to go home and everything in me was screaming at me to be the biggest baby on the planet. As soon as we made it outside, Peter grabbed me, hugging me.
"I don't want to go…" he mumbled, his face in my hair. I nodded, burying my face in his chest.
"Why'd you kiss me earlier?" I asked, the question burning in the back of my mind. I felt Peter tense and squeeze me tighter. I pulled away, trying to look into his eyes, if Peter wasn't going to tell me why, his eyes would.
"I…I don't know, I m-mean I do know, I just…I've always wanted to..I… I like you Natasha….but Mr. Stark…he would never let me date you…." My eyes were wide, taking in everything he had just said, also blushing.
"Welllllll…what if we don't tell him?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Daddy doesn't have to know everything and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Peter looked at me and smirked.
"You little evil genius…" he said, wrapping his arm around me. "That…wait are you saying, yes? To me?" I bit my lip, nodding, very sure of myself. "You're sure?" He asked, I laughed a little. Peter had no real reason to ever be insecure, so I don't know why he's acting like this now of all times. "It's just…so many guys think you're attractive y'know? I'm-I'm just Peter…" I sighed, reaching up and touching his face.
"But you're my Peter….you've always been My Peter, I just didn't think I knew it then." Before I knew it, Peter had picked me up, spinning me around with an ear splitting grin on his face. I giggled, running my fingers through his hair. "you should go before Aunt May calls you again, you know she worries." Peter stopped, setting me down.
"You're right. I…I, can I see you tomorrow?" He asked, quickly going back to shy, adorable peter.
"Of course…." I nodded, shocked when Peter grabbed me and kissed me for real this time. The feeling of his lips against mine, it felt euphoric. I felt the stress of the entire day wash away, it was like he was transferring his energy to me and I felt my heart flutter when he nipped at my bottom lip. Jesus, he was good. I whined, moaning a little bit because I never knew a kiss could feel this good. Peter obviously felt triumphant because I felt him smile against my mouth, I wonder if I was his first kiss, because he was oddly good at this and I was just following his lead. Before I knew it, Peter was backing me up against the entrance wall – and I let him. I didn't want this to end, ever. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeaked when he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Peter continued to devour my mouth and I moaned and whined like, well basically like a horny teenager. My body was hot and sensitive and everything was tingling and my brain was so fuzzy but it felt so good. When I felt his lips travel to my neck, I almost lost it. These were parts of my body that never got attention. Kissing people, or the thought of kissing anybody kind of scared me because, ew, that's a transfer of saliva, aka bodily fluids, and I'm just paranoid like that, but I didn't care with Peter. I jumped a little, lost in sensation as hit bit my neck, gently, but rough enough to leave a mark. God yes, I wanted to be marked by him. I wanted to be his. Is this moving to fast? No, it's long overdue...it's moving the way it's supposed to, I rationalized with myself. Finally being Peter's – being his girlfriend, I wanted this. Anything I had ever feared, I didn't care about anymore, he was mine and I'm his. I felt a soft kiss to my neck as Peter let me stand on my own two wobbly feet. I pouted, I never wanted him to stop.
"S-sorry, I got a little c-carried away." My eyes were a bit hazy and my pupils were a bit dilated but I know I saw a very visible tent in the front of his pants. I didn't mention it though because what I felt in my semi-lace boyshorts, was something I didn't want to think about and the more I thought about Peter's bulge, the more the wetness in my pajamas started to bother me. I am too young for this…..aren't I?! I could at least wait until I'm sixteen before I start thinking about being sexually active. I shook my head, letting him know it was fine.
"Now, you really do need to go, spider-boy. It's getting dark." Peter nodded, kissing the back of my hand.
"I'll text you when I get home, okay?" I nodded watching him get a running start before shooting a web from his wrist, swinging home. I sighed, re-adjusting my entire self before getting back in the elevator and going back upstairs.
…
"What took you so long?" Dad asked as soon as I stepped foot off of the elevator. I tried very hard to not blush, I tried very hard to not look disheveled, I guess I completely forgot that I can use magic but my brain was too fuzzy. Grandmother always used to say magic is to be done with a clear head and a clear heart.
"Oh, I-I n-not-nothing. I, Peter just wanted to talk." I said, semi-confidently. Loki was staring at me, specifically my neck. A HICKEY! Shit. I never curse, but I cursed myself internally, waving my hand behind my back, covering up the hickey. Concealing spell. Always nice.
"Hm. Okay. Well, we wanted to talk to you. It's pretty important, come sit." I hesitated awhile, looking between Dad and Loki, they both looked deathly serious and although Loki was always deathly serious, he looked a bit…..sad.
"Artemis, come." Loki said, and like I wasn't in control of my own body, I floated over to him. Yeah, I definitely didn't do that one. Loki must have a little bit of his magic back.
"What's wrong?" I asked, frowning a little bit, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from them.
"We, have something that we need to tell you…and it's about who your real mother is." Dad started, rubbing the back of his neck. I raised my eyebrow, oh finally!
"Uncle Loki knows her?" I asked, because Uncle Loki had to know her, I was convinced. There was a really long silence and things got awkward.
"What? Everybody keeps saying that Loki is my mom, Grandmother said it back in Asgard but that's not possible. Uncle Loki is my uncle, you know?" Dad looked at Loki and Loki sighed.
"Artemis, look at me…." I frowned, looking at him and before my eyes, he wasn't Loki anymore; his magic made him glitch a little but Uncle Loki wasn't Loki anymore, he was a she. I laughed nervously, not really understanding what was happening.
"What's going on?" I asked, looking at Dad who was stuck staring at Uncle Loki…or…whoever.
"Look at me, Artemis…" I froze, I know that voice; I closed my eyes, trying to remember where I had heard it before.
"Mom…." I whispered softly. "Mom?" I opened my eyes, looking at Loki. He nodded, and getting a good look at him, I saw myself. "Mommy…" I choked out, starting to cry. "You….you left…you…" I started out, finding it harder and harder to form words, I felt my body start to shake but not from sadness, from anger. Lightning. I was unaware I could conjur up lightning from within but everything got dark outside, a storm was starting.
"Nat…" Dad started, reaching out to me, but I moved away before he could.
"You….you KNEW?!" I shrieked, floating from pure energy. I looked down and noticed lightning was flowing out of my hands and my eyes, I couldn't focus anymore. "You LIED TO ME! YOU BOTH LIED TO ME!" Another crack of lightning from outside struck one of the windows, shattering it. Before I knew it, Dad was Iron Man.
"Artemis, stand DOWN. I don't want to hurt you." I was seeing red at this point, I wasn't talking to my dad. I growled, throwing lightning at him, tossing him out of the window.
"YOU ALREADY HAVE!" I huffed out, turning my attention towards Loki.
"Artemis…"
"STOP!" I screamed, "I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE!" and before I could stop myself, I tossed Loki, but he didn't go far, as he was in his fighting attire and was ready for anything I threw at him. When I turned around, not only was Iron Man there, so was Thor, Clint and Natasha.
"NATASHA, STAND. DOWN!" Romanov screamed out over the lightning. I turned my attention to Thor.
"You knew?!" I asked, eyes still glowing from the power inside of me.
"Do not do this, Artemis. We hid it from you for good reason." I twitched, laughing mechanically.
"For my own GOOD?!" I grabbed Mjölnir, tossing it out of the window as well, shocking Thor because, nobody but him had been able to pick up his hammer and I just tossed it like a baby toy, but I knew Thor without his hammer, he wouldn't do much to me, I'm still his niece. Before I could stop myself, I was running at Thor and he was running at me, I grabbed his arm, swinging him into the TV full force.
"HOW DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR ME?!" Everyone was doing their best to stop me, but I was surprisingly too strong. I tried my hardest to not hit anyone in their faces, to just toss them, keep them away from me, but they kept coming, then I saw something. A spider.
"Kid, what are you doing here?" I heard my dad ask. Kid. Peter. Fuck. I stopped everything I was doing. I can't hurt Peter. I let myself float back to the ground, lightning still pouring out of me like water.
"Peter, go home." My voice rang out, seething with rage. Loki motioned for everyone to fall back and everyone did, watching Peter move closer to me.
"I-I can't do that Nat, and you know that."
"Peter!" I hissed, "I don't want to hurt you." I growled, eyes shifting back over to The Avengers.
"You won't." He assured me, moving closer. Everyone watched in awe as Peter inched even closer. "You don't want to hurt any of us, Nat. I know you don't." I let out a soft growl.
"They lied to me Peter….they…LIED!" and just like that, the lightning was back, and stronger.
"Let me—" Thor started, but Loki and Dad stopped him.
"Artemis…." Peter said, louder this time, "You don't want to do this. You don't want to hurt your family…look at what you're doing…" I raised my eyebrow, looking around. There was a terrible thunderstorm going on outside, the biggest window in the living room was wide open, meaning the debris from the storm I was causing was getting in, my dad's suit was a little worse for wear, there was a few small bruises littered over Loki – which I don't even remember doing, I had destroyed part of the kitchen from throwing Thor's hammer, I had thrown Thor into the TV and that destroyed not only the TV but the entire wall and I was going to kill Peter if I couldn't calm down. I gasped, the lightning leaving me for a small moment.
"I…." I looked around, getting lightheaded, "I'm s—" and that was the last thing I remember before passing out in Peter's arms.
Tony's POV
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"Your daughter is a threat, Stark." Clint hissed out, frowning at Natasha's body in Peter's arms.
"No!" I growled, "We lied to her and she reacted how we thought she would. Although I was unaware of her ability to control thunder." I mentioned, giving Thor a side eye.
"And was I supposed to know? She did not come in to her powers until recently. I was not aware that she would also end up becoming the Goddess of Thunder as well as The Goddess of Mischief…honestly, I am kind of proud." Clint and Natasha looked at Thor like he had just cut his own head off and bounced it like a basketball.
"My daughter is no threat, Barton." Loki spoke up, well, she didn't look like Loki exactly.
"And who are you?" Clint asked, raising his eyebrow. Loki looked confused, but I mouthed 'Elena' and he knew.
"Oh, forgive me." Loki started, as he turned back into himself.
"Before you all ask questions, yes, Natasha Jr is Loki's daughter. Loki was Elena when I met him and I got her pregnant. Any other questions?"
"You know we have to tell Fury. She needs to be put on a watch list, or are we forgetting how dear ol' Loki tried to take over not only New York, but the world? What if Natasha inherits that kind of crazy?" Okay, now I was pissed.
"She will be tought to control her powers, Barton. Do not try to criminalize my child." Loki hissed, "Fury will never know about this." Natasha held Clint back as he tried to step forward. Clint was the one who was never really around when Nat Jr was growing up, none of us really questioned it.
"Can you guys stop? Nat isn't a threat okay? And you know if you tell Fury what happened, he will lock her up. They will have her locked away, and I can't lose her when I just got her." Peter growled, stroking Nat's face softy. He was still sitting on the floor, his spider-man mask on the floor next to him. It broke my heart to see my daughter so hurt, and because of me.
"You're lucky we didn't get the big guy involved." Clint spat out.
"Alright, what the fuck is wrong with you Barton?! You've never had a problem with Artemis before!" I spat right back, he wasn't going to keep talking about my kid like she was some threat to humanity.
"Well, had I known your kid was the spawn of fucking satan over here, I would've told Fury a long time ago and this would've been avoided." This was really turning into a full blown argument. Clearly, Clint wasn't over the whole mind control thing that Loki had done to him.
"Alright, STOP!" Natasha yelled, slapping Clint in the back of his head. "Clint, you need to leave, Nat is just fifteen and you're talking about imprisoning her because she had an outburst? You need to let it go!" Natasha growled, surprising all of us, because nobody has ever heard her scold Barton or even go against anything he's ever said. Clint mumbled something under his breath and left, slamming the door. "Sorry about him. He associates all things Loki with evil." I nodded, looking back at Loki.
"Are you okay?" I asked, getting close to him to look at his scars.
"I'm fine. Nothing is broken, so I'm fine." I nodded, stepping out of my suit, sending it back to the lab for repairs. "Our baby isn't a threat…." He repeated under his breath, trying to convince more of himself than the rest of us.
"Brother, she is no threat. Do not let the tiny bird man tell you any different. She should not be punished for mistakes you were already punished for…it would be wise to bring her to Asgard for the healers to look at her before she wakes up." Loki nodded, muttering a hushed 'Thank you' to Thor for the advice.
"Peter, you have to let her go for us—"
"No." Peter answered, never taking his eyes off of her. "I-I mean, No, sir." He mumbled, still not moving from his spot.
"Tony…" Loki started, touching my hand, "If he wants to stay with her, we should let him. He can just come to Asgard as well." I nodded, my heart shattering. I didn't think she would explode this bad, I didn't think it would come to this, and now not only do we still have to finish our talk, I have to fix Stark Tower before Fury decides to pop in, just incase Clint told him anything. I don't want him knowing anything about my daughter, who, even though she just had a mildly severe panic attack – and it wouldn't even really be Fury taking her away, Fury loves Nat, it would be the committee. By the time we had made it to Asgard, it was the next day. Well, at least the day was over.
Author's Note: Yeah. One hell of a day! But the next chapter, we're fast forwarding a month! Please review! They really do keep the inspiration flowing, it took me all day to produce this chapter and it would be way easier with a few more reviews!