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A/N: I was going to make this chapter longer but I think ending it where I did works well so yeah, sorry it's not nearly as long as some of my other chapters.

A/N2: enjoy! Review!

Chapter Sixteen

Hours went by as they all sat there along the hallway in the medbay, each and every single one of them hoping and praying to whatever god and/or gods that they believed in that Norah would live, that Norah would survive what happened to her and be the fighter that the majority of the Avengers knew her to be. It was getting close to three and a half hours and still there was no sign or word from the doctors that were operating on Norah on what was going on, how the surgery was going and just….anything really, at that point in time they would take any news. Any news is better than no news at all. It killed Tony that he couldn't know what was going on, it took all of his damn will power to keep himself from bursting into that operating room and demanding to know what was going on with Norah and to know every single thing that they were doing to her but his common sense made him see reason and so, he didn't burst into the operating room.

Even Fury had managed to come by to see how things were going with Norah and her operation, and wanted to know if the doctors had given them any news on how she was doing – Norah may be a smart ass like Tony was but he still liked the girl for some odd reason – every time Fury asked that they would just silently shake their heads at him and then turn back to staring at the ground or the door silently. When that happened Fury would just give a nod and then go back to wherever it was that he had been before and then would come check on them once again and would repeat this cycle in about thirty to forty-five minute intervals but each time he would receive the same answer.

Finally, finally after sitting on the ground for so long that all of their extremities seemed to have gone completely numb did the door to Norah's room finally open up to reveal three doctors who were in bloodied scrubs – Norah's blood. The moment everyone saw the three doctors, one a strawberry blonde female who looked to be in her mid-twenties, another a young blonde haired man who looked too young to be doing surgery and the last an older man with bright red hair that was beginning to grey, they all stood up and waited with baited breath to hear what the doctors had to say about Norah and the surgery that she had just undergone. They waited to hear that she would be okay, that she would live through the injuries she sustained from bullets.

"Well?" Tony asked impatiently as he pushed himself away from the wall that he was leaning up against and walked up to the three doctors. "How is she? Is….is she okay? Is she alive?" he demanded, an almost crazed look in his eyes at the thought of Norah not making it out of surgery alive, something he would not be able to live with himself if it happened.

The young blonde haired man looked at Tony Stark and then to the rest of the Avengers that were looking at them expectantly and gulped nervously; he may have worked for SHIELD before everything went to hell in DC but he's never had the honor nor the chance to meet any of the Avengers before and the fact that he had been working on Iron Man's daughter was sort of freaking him out and making his palms sweat. He was acting like a starstruck teenager at the moment.

Before the young male doctor had a chance to try and form a sentence to tell the Avengers it was the female doctor who took matters into her own hands, "She is alive." She said to them and smiled when she heard the cheers and remarks of thanks that they gave at that bit of news. "Your daughter miraculously made it through surgery Mr. Stark." She said as she looked at the supposed arrogant, self-centered and egotistical man that looked vastly different than she had expected – he looked like a worried parent.

The older doctor nodded his head in agreement, "Yes, Norah is lucky to have had made it out of surgery and to have survived through surgery with how bad her bullet wounds had been and the places that she had been shot." He explained to them with a serious look on his face over what could have happened if they had not gotten Norah to the medbay fast enough, she could have either died from bleeding out or from the damage that the bullets had caused to her internally. "It's a good thing she's a fighter."

Hearing that Tony couldn't help but give a small proud smile, though he didn't raise Norah he did think that being around her and having her live with him for the last three years and seeing her as a daughter helped Norah become the person she was now, helped her become even more fierce, stubborn, determined and helped her become the fighter she was which ensured that she lived through the surgery that she just went through.

Clint looked at the doctor, "What were the damages exactly?" he asked curiously, he's been shot numerous times while being out in the field before and wanted to know the exact damage that Norah had faced when she had decided to save him and Pietro from Ultron.

It was the older doctor who answered, "The gunshot wounds were the obvious signs of damage, she had five gunshot wounds on her person. There was one on her shoulder up near her neck, one entered her chest and went directly through her lung and exited out the back." He said in a serious tone of voice and could hear Tony Stark suck in a breath sharply at that news. "There was another one on her upper thigh that had barely missed the bone and then two more near her side but one of the bullets had managed to nick some of the organs inside of her abdomen. While fixing those up we had nearly lost her but we managed to get her back, the important thing is that she lived."

"Thank fucking god," Tony said with an audible sound of relief and gave a genuinely happy smile at the fact that Norah was all right, that she was going to live through this ordeal.

Wanda smiled brightly at what the doctors told them and grasped her brother's hands in her own and squeezed them, "See brother," Wanda said quietly so to not interrupt the conversation that Tony and the doctors were having at the moment. "I told you she live through and she did."

Pietro was about to respond to his sister's boastful comment but before he had a chance to the female doctor began to talk once again, "She's recovering now but we'll need to keep a close eye on her." She said as she looked at each and every single one of the people that were standing in the hall to make sure they knew how important that part of her recovery was. "As with any sort of wound there is a chance of an infection, that she could reopen her wounds that we stitched up if she moved suddenly or tries to move herself without anyone's help. It's the wound she received in her lung that I'm concerned about; I want that wound to be healed up a bit before she even thinks about moving around even an inch. I'd recommend putting her into a medical induced a coma so that we can give that wound some time to heal up and so that it doesn't hurt her too incredibly bad to breathe when she does wake up."

Natasha crossed her arms and looked at the doctor with a cocked brow, "Then why didn't you do it already?" she questioned as she looked at the strawberry blonde with unwavering eyes. "We want her better and if that means putting her into an induced a come then so be it." She said with a pointed look and wondered where exactly Fury had scrounged up these guys.

"Umm, well," the nervous young male doctor said as he looked nervously at Natasha before looking away from her, not being able to take her intense icy gaze. "We wanted to make sure it was all right with you guys first. You're her family after all." He pointed out to them.

"Thank you." Tony said sounding thankful and relived as he clasped the doctors on their shoulders, his eyes welling up with tears but he quickly blinked those away before anyone could see them, he's cried once already today he didn't need to do it again. "Just, thank you." He whispered.

Thor suddenly smiled widely, "Yes!" he said loudly making the nervous doctor jump a mile in the air. "You did your people proud! May Odin look over your family." He said as if that was a great gift to have.

"Thank you Doctors." Steve said to them with a nod of acknowledgement.

"Can I see her?" Tony asked, he needed to see Norah with his own two eyes to know for certain that she was okay and was alive.

The older doctor gave him a soft smile, "You can but you need to wait a bit longer, we need to clean her up a bit and put a gown on her. Once we do that you can see her but I only request that no more than two or three people go in to see her at one time." He said to them with a look, daring them to disobey him. "I'll induce her into a medical a coma as well so that she can heal properly and then you can see her."

While the doctors were doing just that Tony was pacing back and forth along the hallway impatiently, he hated the fact that he had to wait just that much longer until he could see Norah and make sure that she was okay with his own eyes. He didn't care if she was covered in blood and bandages as long as he got to see her again, as long as he could hold her hand and smooth back her hair and talk to her unconscious body and tell her how sorry he was that all of this happened. He wanted to be able to feel the heat from her skin so that he would know without a doubt that she was alive. But he knew the others as well as the doctors wouldn't let him do that, so instead he paced and waited.

Twenty minutes passed by when the doctors came back out of Norah's room and told Tony that it was okay to go in and see her, not wasting any time Tony rushed inside and say by his daughter's side and pulled her hand into his and ignored the IV's that were hooked up to her and ignored the bruising that was obviously from the fight against Ultron.

"Hey Norah," Tony uttered softly as he walked further into the room and looked at his daughter's exhausted, sleeping body and then slowly reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it to let her know that he was there with her at the moment even if she didn't know it. "Doc said that you're a fighter, said they almost lost you during the surgery but you somehow fought your way through. You fought to live." He said to her with a half-smile on his face at the fact that the girl who he claimed as daughter was stubborn while conscious and unconscious. "You know, I didn't really care about anyone but myself for so long especially after my parents had died. I wasn't the nicest nor the greatest of people around; I thought I was better than everyone and yeah me being a genius made me smarter than most of everyone but I wasn't better, I dealt in weapons with people and I didn't really care who as long as I got a good sum of money at the end of the day, I used women like some people use ranch dressing, I didn't care about anyone's feelings and now I'm not that person anymore. Sure I still have the same personality for the most part and still tell jokes and am sarcastic but I'm not nearly as self-centered or cold hearted as I once had been." He said and shook his head in disappointment at the person he used to be, what he had allowed himself to become.

Tony knew that he should have come out better, that he shouldn't have let him become the person he was in his younger years and up until he had gone missing in the Middle-East but he had. It wasn't completely Tony's fault or the fact that he was a billionaire or whatever, it was partly the fault of how he had grown up. Tony barely had a chance to get to know his father, Howard Stark was a man who didn't have time to waste spending it with his son who only had wanted to spend time with him doing whatever it was that he wanted, he only wanted to feel as if his father loved him and wanted to feel as if he made his father proud. Tony's father was the one and only person who he had ever looked up to as a hero. Life wasn't fair to Tony when it came to his childhood, it was one of the things him and Norah had bonded over.

"You know I love you Blinker," Tony said as he situated himself on the chair that was near Norah's bed with her hands still clasped within his larger and rougher hands. "I'm just fucking glad you're alive and on the way to healing up. I…I just, do you know how incredibly boring life would be without you, Pepper barely puts up with my jokes and humor, and Bruce isn't always around to understand my jokes and sarcasm and all he ever does is just shake his head at me. You'll join in and banter with me, you…Norah, you keep me on my toes and give as good as you get and that's one of the many things I love about you. I even love it when you Blink into the lab out of nowhere and scare the ever living shit out of me." He said and remembered that when Norah first moved in and had Blinked herself to his labs that he had been so startled sometimes that he would end up dropping whatever was in his hands, breaking some of his inventions that way too but nowadays he barely reacts from her appearing out of thin air.

"You do know that you're an official bad ass, right?" Tony questioned even though he knew Norah wasn't going to respond but it made him feel better to pretend she was going to answer rather than not. "You got shot five times or something like that; I think that means we gotta have to have a party for this milestone on your life. I think plenty of alcohol, lots of people and loud music and food will be perfect to celebrate your bad ass status." He said with a hint of a smile on his face. "You know, if you're a good girl I'll even crown you resident bad ass. Tiara and all. I'll try to make sure Thor doesn't get too jealous of the Tiara, no promises though." He joked and tried to laugh at it but wasn't able to really put much heart into it, how could he with Norah laying there injured and unconscious because of Ultron.

Letting go of Norah's hand Tony bowed his head over his lap and closed his eyes for a moment before he ran his hands through his dark hair with a heavy sigh, "Called Pepper. She…well, she was furious with me to say the least but I really don't blame her. I deserve her anger. No doubt about that." He said hollowly as he turned his eyes back onto Norah's unconscious form. "I'm pretty sure we won't be sharing a bed for a long while after this and I'm definitely going to be going through sex withdrawal, depending on how sadistic she is feeling. I guess me and the expensive couches will be getting to know each other better." He said with a wry smile. "Pepper will be at the tower when we get there in a few hours, you know the moment she sees you that she's going to overreact and hover around you like a mother hen until you can't take it anymore but you gotta let her do it, it's in her nature so try to not get too angry and frustrated with her if you can Norah. She worries. It's what makes her Pepper." He said with a wistful smile as he thought about his girlfriend for a moment and the life they had together and about Norah who made their life just that much more….more. "Hey Blinker, I….I'm gonna go now, okay. There's other people here who wanna see you and talk to you. I won't be far though, okay. Never forget that. I love you." He said and then stood up and quickly leant over her prone form and pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead and quickly left the room before he got anymore sentimental and emotional than he already was and started to cry again which was something he refused to do in front of his team members, he needed to be strong for Norah.

Once Tony had left only a minute passed by before the door to Norah's temporary room opened once again to reveal Clint and Natasha this time, both took in the scene that was in front of them with unblinking eyes and then walked further into the room before shutting the door behind them so that they could have privacy to talk to Norah and to sit with her for a few minutes.

Natasha taking charge of the situation gracefully made her way over to Norah and plopped herself down in the chair which she somehow made look as elegant as ever. "You know I hate hospitals Norah and being in medical rooms like this, brings back bad memories." Natasha said as she crossed her arms over her chest as she sent the younger girl an annoyed look for having to be there at the moment, though it was obvious to those who knew the redheaded assassin that she deeply cared about what had happened to Norah and that this was just her way of showing that she cared. "Clint and I wasted almost three years training you on how to handle weapons, how to fight, how to block and how to get out of almost any situation that you may find yourself in and this is how you repay us? By getting shot five times." She said and shook her head unbelievably. "I thought getting drugged was a possibility for you and then being kidnapped once you were out, maybe even running into some other Mutant's who'd use their powers against you but I never thought this," she said as she gestured towards Norah's bandaged body that was hooked up to a heart monitor and an IV at the moment. "Was a possibility. You were stupid and made a mistake Norah and once you wake up and are healed enough I am going to beat your ass." She said and then glanced quickly over at Clint before standing suddenly and walking out of the room.

Clint looked towards the door that Natasha just exited and then back at Norah before he shook his head at his close friend, "You know how Natasha is." He said as he took the vacated seat. "She doesn't like to show that she cares, it's not in her blood. She's too Russian for that." He said and gave a forced laugh and patted Norah's hand as gently as he could so to not jostle her too much and cause her more harm them she was already in. "I'm bad at this part Norah. I mean I've seen Natasha laid up from a mission before, she's seen me laid up before and I even saw Steve when he got injured badly from his friend Bucky but I don't know, this feels different somehow. I feel like we should have tried protecting you more even though I know you hate it when we do that and tell us that you are an adult and don't need to be protected as if you were made of glass or some shit like that." He said and then leaned back into the chair uncertain what else he should say to her. "Try and get better before I kill your speedster, he's driving everyone up the wall by his fast paced…pacing." He told her before he decided that it was time to leave.

Not but a few moments passed before Thor and Steve walked into the room to visit Norah as well; though none of the Avengers were related to one and another by blood and had no reason to stay in contact with one and another, hang out with one and another or anything alone those lines when they weren't doing Avenger business they decided to do so – they were a family. They were brothers, sisters, and friends and in Norah and Tony's situation they were like a father and daughter to one and another. Even if they didn't have the stereotypical sort of family that most normal people had, they were a family nonetheless and nothing would be able to change that fact.

"Lady Eleanorah!" Thor boomed loudly, having no sense of what the proper tone of voice for inside versus outside was, and headed straight for Norah's hospital bed. "You fought valiantly against Ultron and his minions. You have done your ancestors proud and now the scars that you will carry from this day forward will tell tales that your future children will hear for years to come." He said to Norah's unconscious body with a wide grin, as if it he had bestowed her a great favor.

"Thor-" Steve said, trying to interrupt and tell him that Norah won't be able to hear anything that he was telling her but all Thor did was ignore him so rather than trying to get through to the Norse God, Steve just left him alone and let him talk to Norah.

Thor lightly tapped Norah on the arm that was uninjured, it was more than likely supposed to show the care he felt towards her and how proud he was of her and the fight she gave but all it did was end up looking like an awkward gesture a teenager would use on his first crush. "I am proud to have fought alongside you Norah," Thor began with a humbled tone of voice that sounded odd coming from him. "I can only wait until the times comes when we must fight alongside one and another again. Asgard will know of your Bravery, of the girl with wild yellow hair who fought as well as any warrior within my father's army. As well as one of the Warrior's Three." He boasted to her. "I will not rest until everyone in the nine realms know of you, of the Avengers." He said with a decisive nod and then turned, cape and all, and left the room.

At those words Steve couldn't help but give a small chuckle, Thor was quite the character that was for sure. "Hey Norah," Steve said awkwardly as he stood above her. "You know pretty dame's like you ain't supposed to be in places like this, you're supposed to be out in the world enjoying your life. Not getting shot at." He said to her and shook his head, wishing that he could have said or done something different that would have convinced Norah that going along with them was a bad idea….but Norah was Norah and she was stubborn as a bull. "We sure got you into a pickle didn't we? The doctors said that you were shot five times and that we nearly lost you during the surgery but you pulled through, that stubbornness of yours came in handy then, didn't it?" he said with a small laugh but shook his head at the fact that he could laugh when Norah was laid up and unconscious. "I wish it was me who had been injured Norah, you don't deserve to be in this-" he said and gestured towards her injured body that was hooked up to a couple machines. "You don't deserve to be in the hospital and be so severely injured. You shouldn't have come with us, we're the Avengers and even though you are willing to come with us and help you're technically not an Avenger and I'm sorry I had Tony drag you into this. I'm sorry. I'll make this up to you somehow." Steve ended and then looked at her with sorrow and quickly made an exit from the room.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ Pietro ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~

One thing Pietro has grown to hate ever since he had gained the power of super speed was waiting; he could get anywhere he wanted in a manner of seconds (within reason of course) but now he had to wait like a 'normal' person and wait to see Norah who was maybe ten or so feet from where he was pacing at the moment – super fast pacing at that. He knew that technically he had no right to go in there first, Tony Stark was Norah's father even if it wasn't by blood and the other Avengers saw her as family and so Pietro, Wanda and Vision were the ones who would get to see her last and it killed Pietro that he had to wait. He needed, absolutely needed to see Norah as soon as possible so that he could see with his won two eyes that she still lived, that she had made it through surgery and that she had survived the gunshot wounds she had suffered.

There had been at least three times that Pietro had nearly said fuck it and just ran in there not caring who it was that was in there but both Wanda and vision had convinced him to do otherwise, technically speaking Pietro wasn't anything to Norah at the moment other than someone she had an interest in. He wasn't her boyfriend, her lover or her anything at the moment and so, he had no right to barge in there while her family was visiting her, who were also probably trying to reassure themselves that she still lived as well.

"Pietro," Wanda hissed at him under her breath as she stared at her brother who kept on pacing back and forth along the hallway, annoying the other Avengers to the point of where they wanted to attack him almost or chain him up. "Stop pacing. You are making my mind dizzy." She said as she touched her head briefly as she looked up at her brother from where she sat on the ground. "Calm yourself, all will be fine in moments, just see." She told him.

Pietro turned to his sister and opened his mouth to say something but before he had the chance to do so the door to Norah's room opened and out walked Steve who had a downcast expression on his face which only resulted to worry Pietro more, Captain America was supposed to be the sort of person who oozed confidence, determination and hope – at least that is what the comics made it look like – he was not supposed to look like this, like a puppy that got kicked.

"You can-" Steve began to say as he looked at Pietro and Wanda but before he could finish his sentence Pietro had picked Wanda up and had rushed the two of them into the room.

The moment the two siblings entered the room Pietro set Wanda down gently before he turned away from her and headed towards the hospital bed which held Norah's unconscious form. When Pietro took a good look at Norah and the machine's that surrounded her he couldn't help but stand stock still for a moment and take a painful gulp; she had a heart monitor hooked up to her, there was another machine as well which he didn't understand, she was wearing the stereotypical hospital gown but that didn't hide the bandages that he could make out the shape of and on top of all of that there was a bit of bruising on her arms and her face. All in all she looked like she took a good beating.

"Go on Pietro." Wanda urged as she walked slowly towards Norah and saw the same thing Pietro saw – her newly made friend injured, unconscious and looking like she took a beating.

Taking a deep breath Pietro surged forward and in the blink of an eye he was sitting in the chair beside Norah's bed and was holding Norah's smaller hand within his larger and calloused hands, "Moj mali bik, why? Why must you do this to me, hmm? You put fear into me." He said and pressed her limp fingers to his cheek so that he could feel the small bit of warmth that they were giving off. "You do stupid thing," he scolded as he reached forward and slowly pushed her wild curly blonde hair back off of her face and caressed her cheek in a caring fashion. "You should have not tried to save us, to save me. I would have been fine." He said as he shook his head.

Pietro hated to see Norah like this, to see her so….so frail, so fragile and weak. From the bit that he knew about Norah she was strong, determined, stubborn as a bull – like her nickname that he gave her – fierce and seemed to like a challenge. Seeing her like this, seeing her unconscious and being unable to see the playful glint in her dark brown colored eyes pained him, he hated that he couldn't see that side of her, bring it out of her and banter with her. This is not how he wanted to celebrate defeating Ultron. Nowhere close.

"She is fine Pietro," Wanda said as she reached the hospital bed that Norah was in and gently patted Norah's lower leg supportively, silently telling the silly American girl that she was there for her, that she cared and wanted to see her again when she woke up. "I tell you she live and will be fine." She told him with a pointed look.

At that Pietro looked up at his sister with a glare and then gestured angrily towards Norah with his head, "This not fine, this is not fine Wanda. This…no…she…injured." Pietro said brokenly, trying to find the words in English of what he was trying to convey but he was too emotional and angry to do it. "She was badly injured Wanda, this is not what fine is. This is bad injury. She could have died from this and it would be my fault, and the archer's who was trying to save child." He spoke finally, trying to calm himself down enough to speak clearly.

"It is no one's fault Pietro," Wanda spoke as she soothingly squeezed her brother's one free hand which was tapping wildly against his knee. "This was accident, bad, bad accident. But was accident nonetheless. You were trying to save people, trying to save Clint and the boy – you were trying to be Avenger. Never regret that." She told him seriously, a look in her eye that told him he best not try and refute what she just said.

Though Pietro knew that his sister was right in what she was saying he was still too angry with himself to accept it, to accept that it was nothing but an accident that happened.

Sighing Pietro ran his hands through his hair and then gazed at Norah and frowned at the bruised that covered a bit of her temple and forehead, something had either hit her or thrown her hard into something. "Stupid American." He teased in a loving fashion as he gently caressed the side of Norah's cheek with his fingers and relished in the fact that the warmth of her body could be felt, he could tell that she lived and breathed. "I would have been fine if you just give time for me to run, you too impatient." He said to her as he leaned closer and pressed a kiss to her bruised temple and breathed her familiar scent in, a scent that he has since committed to memory since they had been 'making out' as it were.

When Wanda had first found out about Norah, about Pietro's interest and curiosity about her, she had decided then and there that she would not want any part with the girl who had powers like them. She didn't want to like Norah, she didn't want to encourage Pietro's interest in her or anything of the sort, she wanted to be far away from Norah as she could get but things did not work that way. It was especially hard after Wanda had seen into Norah's mind…..after she saw what had happened to her in St. Louis, she felt for the girl and felt bad for the life that she had been forced to live because of being a Mutant and being a Mutant whose mother did not like that she was one. Then when they were in Seoul that solidified Wanda's liking for the girl, she saw how her brother looked at Norah and saw how intense the two were and how they acted around one and another – they were like magnets and couldn't help but be drawn to one and another. It made Wanda wish to know Norah, wish to become her friend.

"Norah," Wanda said as she looked at the girl. "You worried us much." She told her a bit nervously, though Norah couldn't hear her make awkward conversation she still felt odd talking to her while she was unconscious. "I…I do not like that you are unconscious but you need the rest, doctor say you need it to heal up and get better. Only then will you wake up." She said and looked over at her twin who had a pinched expression, more than likely thinking about all of the possible outcomes of Norah's injuries and what could have happened to her if he and Clint had not been there with her. "When you wake we will talk more, get to know each other…be friends. We will have a….sleepover, yes?" she questioned, uncertain of the word she was using before she looked down at her brother who was sitting in the chair in front of Norah and holding her hand to his cheek with his eyes closed, enjoying the feel of her skin and at the fact of knowing that she was most definitely alive and on her way to healing.

Rather than telling her brother goodbye Wanda instead opted to lean down and press a kiss to his temple before giving him a brief hug and exiting the room so that he could have some time with her by himself, something he wants to do and needs to do at the moment.

"I do not like this Norah," Pietro whispered as he continued to hold Norah's hand, feeling as if he let it go then she would be taken from him and this nothing but a dream. "I do not like you being unconscious, I do not like not bantering with you, no teasing, and I do not like not seeing beautiful eyes. You are the starlight that accompanies my moon. You must, must wake soon." He told her in a begging fashion.

While Wanda had slipped out of the room Vision had made his way in, though he has only known Norah for but a day, if that even, he did wish her well and wish for her to make a quick recovery. He wished he could have stopped Ultron before Norah had been harmed but he was unable to do so and what was done was done, he could not change it even if he wanted to.

"She will be fine Pietro," Vision said suddenly making the Sokovian male jump a bit, not hearing the man enter the room. "She is a fighter, we all saw that and she will fight to come back to us – to you." He told him as he approached the bed and looked down at the girl. "It takes time." He said to him as he gave his shoulder a pat in support before leaving the room.

Over the course of the next few hours many people came in and out of Norah's room but Pietro stayed put, refusing to leave her now that they were with one and another and were now on the same side of things. The intimidating looking dark skinned man called Nick Fury had come in to see that Norah was doing well and survived surgery, he glanced at Pietro curiously but didn't say anything to him before he left the room. A few of the other's came in and out of the room but for the most part went to go and find a place to sleep for the however many hours it would take to get back to Stark Tower. To home.

Tony came back in and when he saw Pietro sitting with Norah he demanded that he leave and that he wasn't welcome but Pietro held steadfast and refused to leave, he said if he had to he would run with Tony until he was on the complete opposite side of the ship/plane or whatever the thing was if he had to but he was not leaving Norah's side. He was going to stay there as long as he could, he would stay because he cared for Norah and no matter what Tony believed or thought of him he did truly care of Norah and would be by her side.

Tony had glared at Pietro when he said that but decided against arguing against the kid, he was pretty damn fast and instead hunkered down in another chair that was in the room on the opposite side of Norah and crossed his arms like a petulant child and sat there with his daughter, watching her and watching every move Pietro made with narrowed eyes. Waiting for him to make a mistake that will allow him to throw the kid out for a good reason other than the fact that he hated him because he and Norah had been flirting and had been kissing one and another. And because Norah had done all of that willingly. He never thought being a parent would be this complicating or stressful.

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Author's Note ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

Thank you so much for the support I have been getting for my story, it makes me giggle like a girl. so thank you! Love you all and I appreciate all of you and love getting your reviews so please keep them coming!

translation:

Moj mali bik = my little bull