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The couple watched the girl play with her dolls on the living room floor. She was only nine, under the impression she was now apart of a loving family. The man scratched his neck tattoo just under his shirt collar, the black ink coloured the outline of the infamous Hydra symbol. The woman turned her back to the girl, facing the kitchen counter where a black computer lay open.

The figure on the screen was explaining their mission. A mission for life. They were to keep the girl, hold her until her abilities were made known. And when they did, she was to become their most prized weapon. Apart from the Winter Soldier, of course. Her biological parents were taken care off a long time ago.

Ana lifted her head, her eyes twinkling with excitement when she heard the cries of a new born. She dropped her dolls and stood in her sneakers and ran out the front door.

"Mrs. Parker!" She called, her brown hair swinging in its ponytail. She waved at the woman who carried a new born in her arms. Mr Parker shut the door to his car and placed a hand on her shoulder.

He smiled at her warmly, "Ana, would you like to meet Peter?" He asked. She giggled and shyly swayed with her hands behind her back, her blue dress brushing her bruised knees.

Mary smiled at her and nodded her head to the house, "Come on sweetie, where's you're mom and dad?" She asked as Richard took Ana's hand and walked inside the house.

Ana smiled, "Talking to the man on the computer. I think they leaving for work again." She said. She hurriedly went to Mary's side when she sat in the couch, Peter waking up in her arms.

Ana peered down at the boy and grinned, "Hello Peter, my name is Ana. Can you say it? A-n-a." She sounded out, expecting the little boy to say her name.

Richard and Mary chuckled at her. Peter just cooed, as he clutched Ana outstretched finger. She tickled him with her other hand and giggled as Peter smiled and giggled along with her.

"Peter Parker, I will be your best-ess friend when you grow up. I will always take care of you." She declared. She leaned down and have him a kiss on his forehead, smiling when he gave her an open mouth smile.

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Ana smiled, stepping out of the taxi and giving Dopinder a twenty dollar bill. She turned back to face her house, it still looked the same after a few months. She wanted to get inside, sit down with a bunch of snacks and watch Netflix all day. Her eyes trailed to the one next to hers and she made a mental note to visit the residents.

Ana grabbed her bag off the ground and walked to her house, unlocking the door and stepping inside. She set her keys on the table beside the wall and walked in further to the living room. She threw her bag onto the couch and plonked down on it. Her hand reached for the remote and she turned the tv on, the news already reporting on the New York incident.

She made herself comfortable and she switched through the channels, every one of them reporting the same thing. Her head perked up when she heard a knock on her door. She huffed and stood up, going to answer the door.

When she swung it open, a teenage boy battled into her, his hands wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug.

"Ana! You're back!" He exclaimed. She laughed and returned the hug, rubbing his back affectionately.

"Hey Peter." She greeted, pulling back and pushing his glasses further up his nose. He beamed at her, "Aunt May saw you get out of the taxi. She told me and well, here I am." He said, putting his arms out.

She looked him over and stepped back, "Wow, you've gone a lot taller." She smirked poking his arms, "Even a little muscle there Pete." She said. He shook his head and waved her off. He was about to say something when the sounds from the tv interrupted him. Ana chuckled when he walked past her to her living room. She widened her eyes, realising what he was about to see.

"Peter!"

"Is that you?!"

She rushed to his side where he was glued to the tv, his arm outstretched as he pointed at the screen. It had footage of a person who caught some of the battle on the phones. And it was of her and Captain America taking on some Chitauri soldiers. It showed her face in the midst of the low quality even though Ana waved it off, "Pete, your crazy I do not look like that. That girl is much more beautiful."

He just stared at her impassively. His eyes darted quickly to the remote control on the sofa and he grabbed it and through it at her.

If it was anyone else doing that, she would of reacted differently. She caught it just inches from her face, her eyes staying on Peter as he inhaled loudly through his mouth and pointed at her like he just saw his favourite scientist.

"Oh my god! You're an Avenger! A freakin' Avenger, Ana!"

He stared bubbling on and on as Ana sighed at her remote, seeing she crushed it again. She rubbed the black plastic off her hand.

"Okay, it was me. Could you stop doing whatever," She waved her hand at his face, "That is. You remind me of my friend Fitz."

Peter grinned at her and she was worried his face would rip at the size of it. "Is Fitz another Avenger? Can you tell me how The Tony Stark is? Tell me all about the Captain. You were never at university were you? You were being an undercover spy. That is so awesome!" He rambled, his eyes doing that thing she hated. He could get whatever he wanted with those big brown eyes.

"Alright but I am going to be super vague on the details. Like you said I'm a spy and you could already have a target on your back as we speak."

"Sweet." He whispered, his eyes in awe.

Ana scrunched her nose, "No not sweet, Pete. That's bad." She shook her head.

He just laughed waving her off dismissively. She rolled her eyes and walked away from him into her kitchen, "Oh and by the way, don't tell May or Ben anything at all."

"Don't worry, I'll be as quiet as a spider."

"I can hear spiders, so your gonna have to do better than that."

"Are you serious?!"

"Didn't I mention I have enhanced senses, strength and reflexes?"

"No!"

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"Peter! Gosh when did you become so... clingy?" Ana had to slap his hand away when he tried to poke her. He found it amazing the way she could sense things around her, it was like she had a pair of eyes everywhere.

"Well if you're playing that card, when did you become a superhero?" He asked, jutted his head closer to her own.

Ana slipped on her jacket and threw Peter his own. She kept her face straight as she answered his question, "I never wanted to be one, all my abilities were with me from the start. My DNA is different." She said.

Peter followed her as she walked out her house and down the concrete path. He shut her door and jumped next to her, slightly cringing when his knees hurt. "So you're saying you're an alien?" He questioned, fixing his glasses.

Ana glared at him, "I'm human, just a special type." She corrected. She turned around and hopped over the small fence separating their houses. Peter frowned, he shouldn't of said it that way.

"Sorry, Ana, I didn't mean for it to sound that way." He told her sincerely. Ana waited for him to climb over and patted his back, "I know, Pete. Remember, May and Ben can't know about me." She looked at him firmly, pointed a finger at his face.

Peter nervously gulped and nodded, "Yeah sure absolutely, you go it." He chuckled before grabbing her finger and pushing it away from his face.

Ana smiled before running to his front door, knocking on it. Peter lightly pushed her back, ignoring her confused look as he turned the handle, showing her it was unlocked. She rolled her eyes, "You shouldn't keep your doors unlocked. Have you seen the news?" She asked, shaking her head and placing her hands on her hips disapprovingly.

Peter rolled his eyes and pushed her inside, "I have you." He whispered with a smirk. Ana slapped him on his shoulder, making him rear back with a painful look.

"Ana, honey!" May called, shuffling from her place in the kitchen. The older woman had a huge smile on her face at the sight of her. "Oh, look at you, you've grown so beautiful." She cooed, Ana being down to embrace her.

"Not as beautiful as the woman in my arms. Damn May, you don't look a day over thirty." She replied, grinning down at her.

Aunt May blushed and affectionately patted Ana on the cheek. She then frowned, examining the girls face, "Oh, you look so tired. Have you eaten? Get enough sleep?" She rambled, Ana furrowing her eyebrows as her face was being squished and pulled at.

Peter gently removed Aunt May's hands and placed them at her sides, "Aunt May, I'm sure Ana's fine." He said.

Ana smelled something sweet and she closed her eyes, "Please tell me that's apple pie?" She hummed.

Peter craned his neck to look in the kitchen and nodded, "Yep, a freshly baked one sitting right on the count-" Ana gave Aunt May a kiss on the cheek, "I love this woman." She praised and walked into the kitchen, the Parker's following her with a chuckle.

Ana had already cut herself a piece and shoved it in her mouth, "This is so good. Have I told you how much I missed your baking?" She asked Aunt May as Peter grabbed himself a drink from the fridge, hopping on the counter beside her.

Aunt May smiled softly, "We did miss you, Ana." She said.

"I missed you guys too."

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Q- You ready for Agents of Shield next week? I can't wait to see Slingshot!