(A/N): Just a quick Author's Note, if you're reading and suddenly it goes from Y/N to Meredith, it's because I've been writing that you were named Meredith at first, and not your actual name. But now I'm editing it, so I'll try to change it as fast as i can.

-Morning-

Damnit. I'd had the same dream a couple of times now.

Everytime, it consists of Flash doing something to me, Y/N finding out, and us kissing in the end.

Her and Flash dating was really fucking me up.

It was Sunday, so that meant we had training.

I got up to get dressed, and grabbed an apple from the kitchen when I was done.

~~~

"Morning, spiderboy," Y/N greeted me as I walked into the gym.

"Hi," I responded awkwardly, remembering my dream again.

-Your POV-

I had the dream again. When Flash beat up Peter, and then we kissed.

I'm really trying hard to ignore my feelings, but they obviously keep getting stronger.

Flash seems to really like me, and I feel kinda bad.

I'm using him. To get away from Peter. I know, it's bad, but what else am I supposed to do while he's drooling all over Gwen Stacy?

I mean, she's nice. But, it's an annoying kind of nice. Like a cheerleader. She is one, and asked me to join the team.

I said no. Do I look like the type of girl to go running around in skirts? No, not at all. Also, I have a pretty shitty attitude.

"Ok," Nat called. "You guys can stop running now. 20 minutes is enough."

I walked over to my bag to get a drink of water, when Natasha interrupted me.

"Y/N, there'll be a team meeting in conference room A, once we're done," she said, and winked at Peter.

A team meeting? Weird. Technically I'm not apart of the team, so I don't know why I have to go.

For some reason, Natasha wasn't pushing us today at all. Usually, she's the most hardcore, but for some reason she just had us spare the whole time. No new moves or anything.

~~~

I tried to stay concentrated while sparring with Peter, but it was hard. I kept thinking of my reoccurring dreams. Did it mean anything? Probably not. Flash isn't that bad, just a bit boring. But, he is nice and all.

After about an hour of me kicking Peter's ass countless times, it was time for the meeting.

~~~

"Ready? Peter asked, after we picked up our gear and stuff.

"Mhm," I replied. We started heading to the elevator. "What do you think this is about?"

"Oh, u-um I d-d-don't know," he shrugged.

What a terrible liar. How the hell has he kept the whole Spider-Man thing a secret this whole time?

"Ok," I nodded. "Sure you don't."

"So, you got any plans tonight?" He asked as we stepped inside.

"Nope."

"Good."

"What?" I asked. Good?

"Hm?" He blushed.

Smooth, Parker.

"Oh, n-n-nothing," he stuttered.

"Yeah, ok," I chuckled.

~~~

"Ok, team," my dad greeted, after all of the avengers were assembled.

"We have some news," Steve smiled, standing beside my dad at the front of the room. Peter and I sat at the back, away from everyone else.

"There will be a new recruit added to the team. Not as a full Avenger yet, but more like a trainee. Like Peter."

"She's 16, her powers include enhanced speed, endurance, strength, and metabolism."

Wait a minute...

"Welcome, Y/N Stark, the newest member of the avengers!"

"Is this some kind of joke?" I laughed lightly. HOLY. SHIT.

"No, sweetheart. You're ready. You start tonight, is that ok?" My dad grinned widely, obviously proud of me.

"Are you kidding?! That is more than ok!" I exclaimed.

"Don't worry, you'll just be doing rounds with me, nothing too big yet," Peter explained.

"Wow. There aren't trials, or, an interview?"

"Nope. You're in. Also, me, Nat, and Bruce designed a suit for you," My dad said.

"Really? Holy shit. HOLY FUCK I'M AN AVENGER MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Well, trainee, BUT STILL!!" I yelled.

I ran up to my dad and gave him a hug, then, everyone in the room, thanking them.

"You excited?" Peter asked, as I hugged him.

"Duh. What time can we go?"

"As soon as you want."

"Ok."

"The suit has been put in your room. It's only 10:00am, so you should wait a bit. Maybe til it's dark, ok, kiddo?" Said my dad.

"Yeah, ok. I'm going to see it, though, bye guys, thanks again!" I called, running out of the room as fast as I could.

-Peter's POV-

"Hey! Peter, hang back."

"Yea, Mr Stark?" I turned back around to face him and everyone else.

"How's it going with you and Y/N? Any progress?"

"No, she's still with that other asshole," I responded glumly.

"Look, kid, it'll be fine, ok? She'll realize it sooner or later what an amazing guy you are. Ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, ok, we'll see."

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room with my head down. At least I got to go out with Y/N for the first time later.

Hopefully some good stuff happens, not just lame old robberies.

-Your POV-

Wow. Just... wow.

I decided to film myself, not sure why. It was like I was on a high.

"This is... insane, insane! Look at this thing! Look!" I called into the screen. "This is the greatest day of my life!"

I flipped the camera to go into my bathroom, posing in front of the mirror with my suit on.

It was like Natasha's, but with a bit more technology. It was blck, like hers, but with accents of silver. And it didn't have any holsters or weapons attatched either.

(A/N): like that, but the blue is silver, and no guns or anything

It was only 11:27am, so I decided to get changed and work on my project I was doing.

Once my normal clothes were back on, I went upstairs to the studio, and settled in. I'm not even sure why we have a studio, it's not like anyone here records music. Except me, of course.

There's a reason why I live Pitch Perfect so much. I really like DJing, and making music. I love how I can create whatever I want, write whatever I want, and sing how I want with no one around. It's like my own little thing. No one knows about this, and I'd like to keep that a secret.

I sat down at one of the desks as I pulled out my sheet music, recording some notes on my little control thing.

(A/N): I have NO IDEA what this thing is called, so here's a picture 😂

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