It Starts with a Spark

Was I really that surprised that Peter had a little sister? I guess. Was I surprised that he had never told me about her? No, not really. There was a lot Peter and I didn't talk about, our past was one of those things. It just didn't seem right, to tarnish the possible future we had with bad memories. Now, was I upset that I hadn't known about Peter's sister? Hell. Fucking. Yes.
"Brenda, why don't you have a seat and we will explain everything." Steve, was surprisingly mellow about the whole thing. Wait. How did Steve know about Peter and Brenda being related? This was so not fair. Steve was probably the one who set up this little meeting.
Brenda for her part, was looking very skeptically at Peter. I couldn't blame her. It wasn't exactly easy finding out that your brother was alive and whatever else might be going through her head.
"Why should I trust you after all of this? Do you think that I am stupid? I can assure you that I may be a lot of this, but I am not fucking stupid." She spat, her words were like slaps across Steve's face. I was almost tempted to interfere, but then after looking at Peter, who was looking at me, I felt Brenda was justified. How could Peter not tell me about this? I felt a bit sorry for her, having to have all of this thrown upon you, was well; it wasn't right.
"Brenda, we aren't trying to hurt you. We are trying to protect you." I say, oh god what the hell am I saying? S.H.E.I.L.D. isn't about "saving" its agents, it just uses them to make ends meet. Or at least that's what the board does, Fury isn't so bad. I guess.
"What are you trying to protect me from, Anna? I am the one that this threat is after, I deserve to know." She replied rather harshly but I ignored her
"Brenda, we would love to tell you, but we haven't an idea on whom or what is after you. You must trust us if we are to help you." Said Thor
"Thor I presume. How can I trust you...?" she started to say but was interrupted.
"Ahh, Steve you found yourself a feisty one. " Fury said, stepping out from behind me.
"That I did Fury, That I did." Steve coolly replied.
"You see we needed you, Brenda. It was important to our operation that we had you under our surveillance..."
"Why do you need to know where I am 24/7?" she interrupted him.
"Because, we don't want the same thing that happened to your parents to happen to you." He stopped right there because Steve punched his arm. Peter, who had been trying to sneak up on me, froze, as he reached out to touch me. Brenda, face went through a range of colors. Red, purple, pink. It was like a rainbow.
"Clint you take Peter and I will explain to Brenda." Nat said,
"Why do I have to take Spider-Boy?" Clint protested. Before Nat could answer Brenda harshly responded "Would you rather take him who is part of S.H.E.I.L.D. or me who could easily bit your head off because of this nasty secret?" I had to admit, she was a bit scary. Not as scary as me. Obviously.
"Point taken. Let's go Peter." Well that settles that Brenda turned to Natasha and said "Explain, now."
I followed Peter and Clint, I would have to run interference between the two of them.
"So, I'll let you two, take this over." Clint says, walking out of the room. I sigh, but Peter sits down uncomfortably.
"Anna- "he starts, "So your mom is, apparently a super-hero." I blurt, not wanting to hear his justifications. He still hid this from me, after all the times we promised no secrets; there's a this big, human-sized secret.
His face looks pained, and for a second I feel guilty. "A super-hero?" he asks; I sit down beside him. "Yeah, her alter ego was Cat Woman. She was killed, by Loki; after your dad was attacked. They both died, because of him." I say, he inhales sharply. "I'm sorry, Peter." I say as he shakes his head at me. "That's not true. They died in a plane crash, when I was five. In a plane crash." He says, as if he says it enough times that it would be true. "S.H.E.I.L.D. covered up their deaths, made it look like an accident. Your mom didn't want this hanging over your head." Peter's about to reply, when the house shakes and we both collapse.
I wake up in bed, that is not my own; in a house that isn't my own. In fact, its more home than, the one the house I've been living in. It's cold and plain. It's a room from .I.L.D., or at least close too. I peek out the window by the bed, and see the New York skyline.
I'm in Avengers Tower, the place where we're all supposed to "live". I get up, deciding to look for everyone else.
The door opens onto a hallway that has several doors in it, I pick one at random. Inside, is Peter, laying in a hospital-ish bed. Other than two chairs the room is empty. I plop myself into the one closest to the bed, and take Peter's limp hand.
"You're such a dork, you know that? How could you not tell me about this? I thought we said no secrets! You said that you loved me, but you were hiding this from me? What else is happening that you're not telling me?" I ask, but he doesn't respond. He just lays there, the machines next to him beeping periodically.
I set in silence for a bit, not really wanting to leave Peter. Not wanting to face Clint yet. Or Nat. Who knows what Clint told her. At least Peter wasn't up and talking, yet. The door opens suddenly, and in walks Brenda. She saw me and turned to leave, I decided on a whim to be nice. "No please stay. He should wake up soon, and he needs to see you. He has a few questions for you." I say, she looks doubtful as she sits down, taking the chair opposite of mine.
We sit in silence for a bit, I mean what exactly can I say to her? "So, you're my boyfriend's secret sister that he never told me he had; how was your day?' I don't exactly think that will help to break the ice. So we just sit, in an extremely awkward silence, while we wait for Peter to wake up.

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