Sorry for the long wait! I was kind of stumped on this chapter. I wasn't really sure how to move on from such a dramatic ending in the last chapter. I know one of you (I am too lazy to look up your name in the reviews, forgive me) suggested how but I didn't quite think it was in Spencer's personality to keep her emotions that bottled up and especially before a big battle, so, I made her breakdown before and with Nat. Spencer isn't afraid to show her emotions and even more so to the ones she deems worthy of her trust, so, yeah XD And also, no Phil didn't fake his death, he did actually die, but if you watch Marvel's Agents of SHIELD then it will explain all of that mess there.
So, I made this chapter extra long. I'm way past my personal curfew, so without further ado.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
I apologize in advance for any errors!
Spencer gasped as she shot upwards from her bed. Sweat drenched her forehead making her hair cling to her skin. Her eyes darted wildly around the dimly lit room aware of the machines beside her bed and the small needles hooked into her skin. Her entire body ached something awful. Her head was pounding, too. She rubbed at her forehead trying to get rid of the nightmares that plagued her. She wanted to cry but she was sure that she had cried herself dry. Her father was gone, dead, and killed by Loki.
Her hands clenched tightly in her lap.
Anger sparked through her tiny, exhausted body. In all honesty, Spencer didn't want to kill Loki. No, giving that bastard a swift death would be too merciful and Spencer wasn't planning on being merciful, no, she was going to kill Loki in the slowest way possible. Her mind raced with so many ideas that she wasn't aware of the eye watching her from the corner of the room.
"Spencer."
Her head snapped up and eyes landed on Nick's figure in the corner. He looked like hell. She had never seen him this way before. Dark bags under his eye, his face wary and aged, and his posture slumped down in defeat, and the look of complete sorrow itched in his eye. Spencer's throat constricted and her heart gave a painful tug.
"How long have I been out?" Spencer questioned softly. Her eyes on her hands as she clenched and unclenched them.
"Just a few hours." Nick assured eying his Goddaughter with evident worry, "I know it's a stupid question—"
"My head hurts," Spencer cut him off closing her eyes, "Can I have something for the pain?"
Nick got up from his seat and dropped a packet of powerful pain pills in her hand while grabbing a water bottle from the min fridge. Spencer gave a strained smile taking the two pills down eagerly and quickly washing them down with cool water. "Where is everyone else?" She asked in a low voice as she gazed up at Nick.
He shrugged, "I have no idea where Thor vanished off too. Bruce is missing, too. Stark and Rogers are somewhere in the ship. Natasha is with Clint."
Spencer perked up, "How is he?" She immediately asked feeling a tiny bit better hearing that Clint was back.
"He's been in and out but he's fine." Nick reassured quietly.
"Can I go see him?" She asked eagerly.
Nick frowned, "I'm not sure you're quite ready for that. You lost a fair amount of blood earlier. Your body is probably—"
"I healed," Spencer stated firmly not missing a beat, "You know I have advanced healing abilities. I need to see him, Nick, please." Spencer begged looking up at the only person she had left in this world. Nick's stern expression softened before he gave a curt nod.
"I'll have Agent Romanoff come in here—"
"Oh thank God." The door swished opened to reveal a relieved Nat.
"Can I please finish a god damn sentence without being interrupted?" Nick demanded with annoyance before turning to Nat, "Escort Spencer down to Clint's room. She wants to see him. I have some matters that need to be looked at. I'll be back within an hour or so to check up on you." Nick leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Spencer's forehead.
Spencer's eyes fluttered close as she savored Nick's familiar presence. She wanted to cry…God, she could feel those bastards beginning to gather at the corner of her eyes but she fought them back. She needed to be strong…her father would not want her crying…but it was hard, so, so, hard. All Spencer wanted to do was cry her eyes out…drown herself in her sorrows, and simply go M.I.A. She wanted to leave everything to the Avengers and Nick but knew it would be extremely selfish of her.
She would finish what her father started.
Once Nick left, albeit hesitantly, Nat was instantly at her side. Her sharp eyes were full of absolute worry and sorrow. It was almost heart-breaking for Spencer to see, but at least Nat wasn't giving her any pity looks. Spencer could deal with everything but the pity looks. Spencer gave her a strained smile, "I would be lying if I said I was fine," The younger assassin looked down at her hands, "I feel like a part of me is gone…but I won't cry anymore. He wouldn't want that. I need to finish what he started."
Nat watched Spencer with piercing eyes. Nat had always had a soft spot for Spencer. The brown-haired girl was the sister Nat never had. When Nat saw Fury bringing her back from the cell paddock…Nat's stone-hard heart cracked. She had never seen Spencer in such a state…not even after they had saved her from HYDRA. Loki had made it personal…Nat wouldn't stand by idly as this bastard toyed with the ones she cared deeply for…and just like Spencer said…they were going to finish what Phil Coulson had started.
"You're not alone, Spence," Nat gently clasped her cold hand around Spencer's clenched, small one, "I know…you might think that you're alone but you're not. God, Spencer, you are so loved…you can't feel alone I won't let you feel alone." Nat kept a somber expression on her face but her eyes were portraying all the emotions she was incapable of feeling.
Spencer's head was down…but a stray tear had fallen and landed onto Nat's hand. Nat exhaled sharply before wrapping Spencer into a hug. Spencer wished she could've been stronger…but she couldn't. The pain of losing her father was still too fresh in her mind. All these powerful emotions were overwhelming her…she was meant to be trained for anything…but nothing in this world could've prepared her for this.
So, the tears she thought she had dried out…were now streaming down her face and landing on Nat's suit. Sobs racking through her tiny body as Nat held on tightly….refusing to let go. Spencer's heart felt broken…her mind felt empty…and her soul felt shattered, but she couldn't give up, not yet. Not until Loki was defeated and the Tesseract located.
Spencer lost track of time…
She didn't know how long she had cried into Nat's shoulder or how long Nat held onto her even after the tears ceased, but Spencer did feel the tiniest bit better. Nat was right…Spencer wasn't alone. She had her family behind her. Nick, Clint, Melinda May, Victoria Hand, Maria Hill…and now, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Thor.
Nat let Spencer clean herself up and checked the girl's wound before guiding her carefully to where Clint was being held. "How did you bring him back?" Spencer questioned in a low voice finding the shitty and bright lightning in the ship was hurting her eyes.
Nat kept a sharp eye on Spencer as they walked slowly towards Clint's room, "I whacked him in the head really hard." She answered indifferently.
Spencer couldn't help but to laugh softly, "He's going to be feeling that when he wakes up."
Nat was happy that Spencer had laughed. It reassured the older assassin that her baby spider would be alright…not that Nat doubted. Spencer was too innocent for this world…too good. Spencer would always preserve and push forward no matter what…and it was something that Nat adored about her.
Slowly but surely, they made it to Clint's room. When Nat entered, she was surprised to see Clint awake again. This time, it seemed like he was trying to shake off the remains of Loki Laufeyson from his system. Clint strained against his restraints and grunted with agitation until he noticed Natasha returning…and with Spencer.
Clint's strained features immediately washed away. His moments halted as his eyes drank in her ragged—almost broken appearance. His jaw tightened and he felt his hatred for Loki grow even more now but he eased his expression as Spencer's lovely blue eyes locked onto his darker ones. Relief was plain on her face as she stumbled clumsily towards him, her eyes bloodshot, and her face breaking out into a smile that his heart pumping a bit faster.
He wished he could've hugged the girl back but couldn't.
Spencer hugged him tightly, "I was so worried," Her voice wavered the tiniest bit, "I thought I had lost you too."
Nat upon seeing that Clint was back to normal had moved to undo his restraints. Clint's arms were immediately wrapped around Spencer's small, delicate form. He could breath a bit better now that he was reassured that Spencer was alright…at least, physically.
"You won't get rid of me that easily." Clint muttered into her hair.
Nat was sitting on the bed watching with soft eyes.
"Loki, did he get away?" Clint asked a few moments later.
Nat's softened expression hardened instantly, "Yeah, I don't suppose you know where?" Nat questioned as her jaw clenched.
Spencer pulled away from Clint and watched Nat carefully. Clint heaved a sigh, "I didn't need to know. I didn't ask," Clint's eyes looked between Spencer and Natasha, "He's gonna make his play soon though. Today." Spencer sat up a bit straighter with a serious look on her face; the calculating master assassin coming into play now.
"We gotta stop him." Spencer stated.
Clint shook his head with a slight scoff, "Yeah? Who's we?"
Nat was the one to answer, "I don't know. Who's ever left."
Clint looked a bit conflicted but shrugged, "Well, if I put an arrow in Loki's eye socket, I'd sleep better I suppose." Clint smirked darkly at both female assassins.
Nat gave a small, amused smile, "Now you sound like you."
Clint was staring intently at Nat; probably picking up the weird vibes from her that Spencer felt earlier. Something during Loki's attack had happened…Spencer didn't know what but she wasn't completely oblivious. "But you don't." Spencer spoke up softly looking directly at Nat with a soft, worried frown.
Clint nodded and added, "You're a spy, not a soldier. Now you want to wade into a war, why?" Clint questioned with a furrowed eyebrow.
Natasha looked up with this fire in her eyes, "Because he messed with the people I care about."
Spencer had to admit that her big sister sounded pretty badass.
_break_
Clint was in the bathroom, cleaning himself up a bit. Spencer and Nat were leaning against the side of the wall; Spencer on the bed and Nat standing up. Spencer was antsy…fidgety. She hated sitting around doing nothing. Loki was out there…planning something huge…getting away with murders of innocent people, and all they were doing was sitting in this room not doing a thing. Where was Nick? Spencer wondered.
"I hate this part, too." Nat sighed taking notice of Spencer's fidgety state.
Spencer gave a small, sheepish smile, "I just hate that he's out there…I don't want anyone else to get hurt, Nat." Her voice was small and filled with worry.
Nat sat down next to her baby spider, "Nick is working on finding him. If he does anything…we'll find him." The older assassin did her best to reassure Spencer.
As if God heard their words, Steve walked in with his uniform on. Both Spencer and Natasha were surprised to see him. Steve's baby blue eyes stuck on Spencer's battered and tired form, and instantly felt guilt gnaw away in his stomach. She didn't look as bad ad before…that was a good thing, at least. Steve quickly shook away those thoughts and ordered, "Time to go."
Spencer jumped up on her feet swiftly as Nat gazed at Steve, "Go where?" She questioned, caught off guard.
Steve shook his head, "I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?" Steve questioned giving them a clue as to what they were about to do. Spencer felt her heart pumping with eagerness. It was time to put Loki down into the ground. Nat glanced at Spencer and saw the dark excitement twinkling in her still bloodshot eyes.
Before Nat could answer, Clint walked out of the restroom looking refreshed and like his former self. "I can." Determination was clear in his voice.
Steve, obviously a bit unsure of Clint, looked at Nat for confirmation. Nat nods her head confirming that Clint was back on their side now. "You got a suit?" Steve asked with a slight eyebrow raised.
Clint nods, "Yeah."
Steve nods his head, "Then suit up."
Clint makes his way out of the room; Nat following but she pauses when she notices that Steve hadn't moved and neither had Spencer. Nat gazes at Spencer with a silent question. The younger assassin gives Nat a slight smile and nod. Nat nods stiffly before moving to go suit up.
Spencer looks curiously at Steve, "You okay, Cap?"
Steve glances down before looking back up at the young girl, "I'm sorry we weren't able to realize Loki's plan before…I'm sorry, Spencer, I really am." Spencer's confused expression softened considerably and small light gleamed in her eyes. The sincerity in his voice made her chest swell with an emotion she couldn't describe.
"It isn't your fault." Spencer spoke gently.
Steve shook his head, "Yes, it is. Instead of fighting against each other…we should've been working together…we should've realized it sooner…God, I knew I heard you trying to talk but we didn't listen and then I kept picking a fight with Tony…Spencer, I don't care if it wasn't our fault…our mistake cost you your father's life. You have no idea how horrible I feel that in order for us to set aside our differences and egos…your father had to die."
Spencer looked down at her feet trying her best not to cry. She felt like a major crybaby, she had never cried so much in her life…not even when HYDRA had been doing their fucked up experiments on her. The pain in her heart was vivid and still too fresh…but she couldn't let Steve or any of the others to take fault for her father's decision. "My father knew what he was doing, Steve," Steve was surprised to hear how strong Spencer's voice was, "Yeah, he made a foolish choice but he knew what would've happened if he let Loki go without a fight. I can't blame any of you or even my dad…because all of this is Loki's fault. I am grateful that you feel that way but you shouldn't, no one should. I am disappointed…my father spoke so highly about you, Stark, Thor, and Banner…I should've known he would've sacrificed himself in order to get us to work together…to give us a purpose,"
Spencer moved to stand in front of Steve, grasped his clenched hand in her small, warm hand, and looked up at her friend with stray tears falling gracefully down her face, "I'm just glad that his sacrifice isn't going to be in vain."
Steve felt his heart slow down, his body shiver, and his mind go blank for a second. He just stared down at Spencer with awe. She had lost her father…because none of the team could get over their egos and suspicions of each other…and yet, she stood there gazing up at him like he had nothing done wrong. No amount of words from Spencer or anyone could ease the guilt in his heart. He blamed himself for Phil's death…and Spencer's brokenness he had seen when Fury carried her from the cell paddock.
The image of a bloodied, bruised, and shattered Spencer would be forever engraved in his mind. The image of Nick's haunted face would be imprinted in his mind. The emptiness in Natasha's sharp eyes would be burned into his mind.
Images of his past life flashed before him and it reminded him on why he fought on. He reached down to gently wipe the tears from Spencer's face, "We're going to bring Loki down for your father."
Spencer gave a watery smile, "It's all he would ask for."
Steve and Spencer left the room and spilt up; both going to suit up. Spencer's side was almost completely healed. The only indication that the wound had ever been there was a small pink scar and a soreness that was on that side. Spencer slipped into her room contemplating if she should tell Nick but knowing how smart her Godfather was…he probably already knew the Avengers were about to bust out and track Loki down.
Upon arriving, Spencer saw her black and yellow suit neatly folded on her bed with all of her weapons laid out. Yup, Nick definitely knew what the Avengers were up too. Spencer's lips tilted upwards as she moved quickly, stripping off her clothing, and putting on her suit. She put on her black high tops, equipped her weapons to their designated spot, and grabbed her hoverboard. Her pulled her long hair up into a tight pony before making a mental check list that she had everything, and left.
She met up with Steve, Nat, and Clint in the Quinjet wing. No one paid much attention to them; they were all too busy fixing the damages Loki had done to the ship. As they were entering their Quinjet, A young pilot stood in their way.
The young boy, not that much older then Spencer, looked nervously at the team of Avengers, "Hey you guys are not authorized to be here…" He frowned at them.
Steve, not having the patience nor time held up his hand, cutting the boy off, and stated, "Son…just don't." Safe to say, the young pilot moved out of their way without another word. They boarded on with Nat and Clint flying the jet and Steve and Spencer buckling in for the ride.
"Alright, so, where are we going?" Spencer finally asked.
Steve didn't miss a beat, "New York."
"New York?" Clint echoed.
Steve nodded, "Loki's going to open the portal at Stark Tower." Steve informed looking grim.
Spencer sent an uneasy look at Nat and Clint. Clint's earlier words echoing in her head. You're a spy, not a soldier. This was…monsters and magic…things that neither three of them were ever prepared for…but that didn't stop them. The world needed saving…because if they didn't…who would?
"This is going to be long day." Clint muttered glancing at Spencer.
Spencer sighed but nodded with a small smile, "It's going to be one hell of a story."
Clint and Nat exchanged amused glances before beginning to take off. "You sure you're well enough to handle this, Spence?" Steve asked as he sat down next to her. Worry was evident on his handsome face.
The young spy nodded, "Yeah, I can handle a few hours of alien combat, but after this, I am so taking some time off." Steve smiled knowingly at the girl. Heaven knows she needed some time off especially after the events that happened today. Steve couldn't help but to think a bit selfishly. He didn't want her to go…he felt very close to the young girl despite their short time knowing one another.
Spencer saw the hesitation on Steve's face and reached out to pat his hand, "I won't be gone long, and when I come back I plan on showing you everything you missed out on; the great singers, bands, movies, and all that junk. So, you better get your rest, old man." Spencer winked at him playfully catching him off guard.
The guilt in Steve's heart only grew. She was leaving because of the mistake the team made. Steve wanted to say what was on his mind but didn't. He just glad that she wasn't as broken as everyone thought she was going to be…through everything…she still managed to stay so strong…and even smile and laugh.
That was something Steve never saw in anyone before.
The courage and strength to preserve even after you've lost something so utterly dear to your heart.
He took Spencer's small hand and gave it a small squeeze. Spencer smiled gently at Steve and returned the gesture firmly.
They took off with Tony, in his suit, in front of them. His jets were still a bit flakey but he managed to shot out of the loading deck with ease. Tony was heading directly towards his tower without the rest of the team. Tony was going to try to power down the portal…somehow.
"Pikachu, you're with me." Tony spoke up, his voice resonating through the speakers of the Quinjet.
Spencer was a bit taken back. "Why me?" She questioned through the headset.
Tony's voice came through almost instantly, "Because you'll throw Loki off. He won't be expecting you…" Tony paused as Spencer sucked in a small breath, and her grip on Steve's hand tightened, "Can you handle that?" Tony added a bit more softly. He wasn't sure if Spencer was ready to face her father's killer…honestly, he didn't think she would want too.
Then Tony heard her voice respond back with no hesitation, "I can handle it."
Tony grinned from within his suit before she hissed back with agitation, "Wait, a minute, did you just call me Pikachu?"
Spencer didn't know whether to be horrified or amused; honestly, she was a bit more amused then angry. It was her first time that anyone had called her after a Pokemon. "Well, you didn't like the other nickname I called you, so I had to improvise." Tony remarked sassily, pleased that he received such a reaction from the young spy.
He owed it to her. What the team had done, what he had done, had gotten her father killed. Tony would never forgive himself for that. Spencer would go on living without her father…and inside, it killed Tony a tiny bit.
They made it to New York within record time. Tony landed on Stark Tower where Erik Selvig was seen next to the reactor. Spencer strapped off her restraints, grabbed her hoverboard, and waited for Clint to lower the hatch.
"Spencer, are you sure about this?" Nat spoke through the headset. The older assassin would never admit out loud…but for the first time, in a long time, she was afraid of what Spencer would do if Loki pushed her far enough. Spencer glanced at her family seeing the obvious concern on their faces.
She smiled…a smile that was both bright and warming, "Trust me, Black Widow."
Nat's expression softened, "Be careful, baby spider."
Clint snorted, "She has a codename of her own, you know."
Steve perked up, "She does, what's she called?" He asked curiously.
Spencer laughed gaining their attention as she hopped on her hoverboard, "Shockwave." She answered before dropping down a hundred feet and landed next to Stark who had knocked Erik out cold and the portal was still in tact even after he shot at it with his boosters. The Quinjet vanishes as Tony proceeds to walk into his penthouse and through the gauntlets' that allowed him to take off his iron suit.
Spencer followed, amazed by Stark's technology. Something green and gold catches her eye. Loki was on the lower balcony smiling at Tony in a creepy way before his blue, evil eyes landed on Spencer's form. Annoyance and disbelief flickered through the Prince's eyes before he quickly masked it. He had thought he had crushed that woman to the ground after he killed her father.
The nuisance of this woman was no longer amusing Loki, instead it was angering him.
Spencer leaves her hoverboard and follows Tony inside his penthouse. Loki grins at them, "Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." He taunts.
Tony snorted walking around to his bar, "Uh, actually, I'm planning to threaten you." Tony stated in an obvious tone. Spencer played along and jumped onto the counter, ignoring Tony's glare of disapproval.
Loki scoffed, "You should have left your armor on for that." His blue eyes intently focused on Spencer who held a relaxed expression on her face. Loki's jaw twitched.
Tony dragged a sigh, "Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage," Tony walked into his bar, "You've got the blue stick of destiny, too. Uh, would you like a drink?" Tony asked casually.
Loki smirked knowingly, "Stalling me won't change anything."
Tony laughed shaking his head, "No, no, no! Threatening. No drink? You sure? I'm having one," Tony began mixing drinks, "Spencer? You want one, Pikachu?" Tony asked sweetly. Spencer gave him a flat look but decided to let him keep the stupid nickname for her.
"Yeah, I'll take one. Give me something strong." Spencer coolly remarked as she stared defiantly back at Loki.
Loki glanced between them and laughed mockingly, "The Chitauri are coming, and nothing will change that. What have I to fear?" Loki asked them curiously.
Spencer scoffed as she took the drink Tony gave her.
In unison, spy and billionaire said, "The Avengers."
Loki gazes at them in confusion, and Spencer smirks pleased by his reaction, "It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team." Tony explained with a shrug.
Spencer drowned the brown, burning liquid down her throat and recited, "Earth's mightiest heroes kind of thing."
Loki laughs and grins widely, "Yes, I've met them." There was a smug tone in his voice that hand Spencer gripping her cup tightly. She could feel the strong crystal cracking in the palm of her hand.
Tony smiles easily, trying to resist the urge of blowing this pretty show pony out of his penthouse, "Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction," Spencer chuckled dryly, "I'll give you that one," Tony glances at Spencer before continuing, "But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the demi-God; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend," Spencer perked up and smirked wickedly at Tony. She was so going to tell Steve this later, "A man with breath-taking anger management issues;" Loki grinned smugly at the mention of Bruce, "Two master assassins; and let us not forget the beautiful girl sitting on my thousand dollar counter," Tony glared pointedly at Spencer who waved him off before the man turned to Loki once more, "And you, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them." Tony took a small sip of his strong drink.
Loki beamed at them smugly, "That was the plan."
Spencer bit back a growl and resisted the urge to fry this fucker with her powers. Tony scoffed and walked around the bar stating, "Not a great plan," Tony's dark brown eyes gaze intently at Loki with evident anger, "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you." Spencer jumps off the counter to stand beside Tony who faces off with Loki.
Loki growls, "I have an army."
Spencer laughed with amusement and states confidently, "We have a Hulk."
Loki didn't looked at all bothered and mockingly asked, "I thought the beast had wandered off."
Tony bites back with anger rising in his voice, "You're missing the point. There's no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes, and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it."
Spencer looked at Tony with slight awe. His words causing her chest to swell with pride and strength. Loki smirks at him like a cat closing in on its prey, "How will your friends have time for me, when they're so busy fighting you?" Loki raises his scepter and Spencer was about to spring forward when Loki tapped on Tony's chest.
Ping.
Confused, Loki tries again.
Ping, ping.
Tony and Spencer were now smirking at the confused Prince.
"It usually works." Loki glared at his weapon with annoyance. First, it didn't work that nuisance of a girl and now the man of Iron?
"Well, performance issues, you know? It's not uncommon." Tony mocks.
Furious, Loki grabs Tony by the throat but before Spencer could help her annoying friend, Loki blasts her with an extreme amount of energy. Spencer felt as if someone had taken a wooden bat and smashed her in the stomach. She went flying through the windows of Tony's penthouse with a strangled yelp.
"No!" Tony roared struggling to get free from Loki's grasp.
Spencer felt her body become airborne as she narrowly missed hitting the second balcony and went diving down towards the concrete Earth. Her stomach twisted violently as did her body. It took her a few seconds to gain control of her movements as she struggled to breath. Not a second passed when something swished underneath her feet and halted her falling movements.
Spencer breathed in relief and made a mental note to call Fitz and thank him repeatedly for the hoverboard.
A blur flew by her. She blinked, a bit taken back, and saw red iron parts following after the blur. "Oh, it's Tony." Spencer stated not bothering to go after him as his suit fully reaches him in time before he hit the ground. Tony flies back up with Spencer following as Loki was glaring at them angrily.
"And there's one other person you pissed off," Loki raises his scepter but both Tony and Spencer fire at the God sending the freak on his ass, "His name was Phil."
It was at that moment, the Tesseract's energy beams into the sky. Tony and Spencer look up and follows its bright light as the beam then forms a vortex which opens up another portal. Dread fills Spencer's stomach as her eyes widen in horror. This was it…this was the war that Nick and her father desperately tried to avoid. Not a second passed when the Chitauri Army spilled from the vortex and into New York City.
"Right, the army." Tony remarked.
"Fuck." Spencer cursed seeing the thousands of enemies flooding through the portal.
I finally stated her codename XD After how long? Haha, I do want to thank everyone who suggested a codename! I do remember telling you all that I did the whole shortest stick or I put the names in a hat thing and came out with Shockwave. I think it's pretty cool, right? My mother actually suggested it, ahaha. I also added in Tony's new nickname for Spencer XD I was eager to use it.
So, what are your thoughts on this chapter? What did you like or didn't like?
Until next time,
Vanessa :D