A/N: I know, I know, you probably thought I abandoned this story...I'M SORRY GUYS! I've had troubles figuring out some things here and there for the story, issues with finding actual friends in my town, contacting another buddy/sister, road trip planning, a major case of writer's block, and a whole lot more, so I haven't had as much time as I wanted to have written more updates for you all. Just a little fact here, if I start a story, you can bet your buttons that I'll finish it, even if it turns out to be longer than I expect it to. If you have any thoughts, feel free to PM me or post a review. Also, I have fixed a minor problem in Chapter 16, relating back to me calling Ant Man Hank instead of Scott. Whoops! Thanks, and on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters but my OCs.

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"WOOHOO!" I shout into the wind, proud of finally being able to ride the bike without crashing.

Barreling down the roads, for once, pure joy flows through my veins; that is, until I spot a traffic jam ahead. Sighing, I swerve into the nearest parking lot. Pulling into a parking spot, I notice the store I'm at has an interesting name; P's Pastries. Hearing my stomach grumble, I realize how hungry I am. Shrugging, I hop off my bike and set my helmet on the handle. Tucking the keys into my pants' pocket, I open the door and stroll in.

"Welcome to P's Pastries, how may I help you?" a cheery voice asks.

Turning, I notice a few more people, but look over to the source of the question; a blonde woman at the counter.

"Oh, I'm just looking." I reply politely.

"Alrighty, but if ya need anything, just ask for Jenna." she smiles warmly and walks away to help another customer.

After a few minutes of glimpsing around the small, sweet smelling store, I decide on a box of macarons. Going through the menu, I pick out my favorites, but soon realize that I need a drink. Everything was going fine until I hear the bell ring, signaling the arrival of a new shopper.

"What is a pretty thing like you in a little pastry shop, sugar?" a smooth, male voice behind me asks.

"Buying a pastry." I reply plainly.

I know exactly what he is trying to do, and it is not happening.

"Why would such a sweet thing need to buy another?"

Whirling around, the face of a blonde man with green eyes staring back at me.

"Back off, buddy boy.." I growl.

"Oh, you don't mean that."

"Try me."

"How about we take this outside, we wouldn't want to disturb the lovely people here, now, would we?" he raises a brow, gesturing to the doorway.

Strutting out of the shop with a deadly look on my face, I keep telling myself not to kill this man...

"Dammit, I just wanted a pastry!"

"What's your name, pudding?"

"Really, names? What the Hell.."

"Fuck you." I reply sweetly.

"Now, now, lang-"

As he starts to say his sentence, I cut him off.

"I will give you two choices. One, you can stop hitting on young women and go find a real job, or two, you can be soaked in bacon grease and sent out into the woods." I snarl, "Your choice."

"Too easily scared...Aw, no fun."

As his mouth drops open slightly, boredom flows into my thoughts and I stroll back into the store. Going up to the counter, I order a box full of pecan, caramel, butterscotch, raspberry, chocolate chip, coffee, chocolate, and mint macarons, along with a chocolate mocha. Thanking the blonde woman- Jenna -I waltz out the doorway. Grinning when the man was nowhere to be seen, I put the contents in my hands into the trunk. Hopping back onto the bike, I slide the helmet back onto my head and speed away from the small but comforting pastry shop.

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Sitting in Central Park and watching the clouds pass by is amazing; but even better with a mocha and macarons. Munching on a caramel cookie, I take turns switching out my hands for my drink and my sweet treat. Of course, my shitty mind had to unlock all of my thoughts from their cells; making all thoughts (bad or good) come rushing back to me in an instant.

"Where are my parents? Why have I not seen them until now? Why did I get kidnapped by Dr. Doom and no one else? Why me? Does it have something to do with my parents? What happened to them? Did they try to save me from my torture?Why didn't they help me get out? Did they love me? Was I a bad child? Did-"

A voice suddenly stops the thoughts from flowing;

"Miss Spector, there is an incoming call from Director Fury." Jarvy announces.

"Put him through." I inwardly sigh.

"Hello?" I frown.

"Spector, I've got a trainer for you. A quinjet will arrive on the roof in a few hours, be ready. I'll call you when it departs. There's-" before he can say more, someone yells, "YAHTZEE!" from the background.

As the call cuts out, only one thought runs through my mind;

"Did I just catch Nicholas Fury..playing Yahtzee?"

I look down at the phone, shake my head, and go back to thinking about my parents...munching on macarons occasionally.

Just then, a weird chirping sound dings from my phone.

"Mr. Stark has sent you a message, Miss Spector." JARVIS explains.

"Oh, okay. Open it up" I shrug.

As my screen opens to my text messages bar, I see a new message from Tony. Sighing, I open it up, and what I find surprises me.

"Hey Lumi, JARVIS said you were on the phone already, so I'll just say this in a text. I looked into your sister's background and stuff in the SHIELD database earlier and I thought you might want to know. Obviously, her Mother is the same as yours, but her Father's name is Ray Khepri. He owns a big construction company out in California. She's an only child too." -Tony

"Thanks, Stark." I reply.

"Anytime, witchy poo. ;)" -Tony

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I put the phone away.

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A/N: Again, I fixed certain things in Chapter 16. :) Thanks you guys, for everything. You're all so amazing. (I'm not exaggerating)