"I couldn't find any food," Pietro admitted as he entered the room once again; "but I found chips, chocolate and even pretzels, so." He looked at the couch where Veronica sat.
"You changed," he stated, looking at her in nothing but the oversized T-shirt.
"Yeah. The dress was kind of uncomfortable, and it seems Steve left this here. Is something wrong?" She asked, a genuine concerned look plastered across her face.
"Not at all," Pietro mumbled before, in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks, turned to the tv.
"What are you watching?"
"Extreme makeover, house edition," she quickly replied; "we can watch whatever you'd like, though."
Without a reply, Pietro handed her a bag of chips before getting comfortable next to her in the sofa.
"Hey.. About today," Veronica began; "I know you told my dad about today, but could you maybe... not tell about me being here? You're kind of the only one who knows what happened with James."
"Why can't he know?" He asked instead of replying, making Veronica shrug.
"It's not that he can't - I've just never been close to him, and this is kind of private," Veronica explained, not looking anywhere but at the tv.
"You need to talk about it," Pietro pointed out.
"And I did." She looked at him; "I just did. With you. So let's just, forget it. Okay?"
"Veronica-""Pietro! This is none of your business. Thank you for talking to me and being there, but I was just upset. I don't want people to know how horrible I am and how disgusting I am, so if you could just keep that to yourself and let my friends and family think that I'm not all that bad, thatd be great, okay?"
Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed the dress from the table and left after slamming the door behind her.

"Hey, dad," I greeted casually as I entered.
"You're home early," my dad commented, suspiciously eyeing me as I entered.
"Well, it really doesn't take that long to have sex in a car parked in a seven eleven parking lot, so," I commented, making my dad white as a sheet.
"I'm kidding!" I quickly said.
"Doesn't mean I like hearing it," he mumbled before turning off the tablet and putting it to the side; "actually, we kind of need to talk." I froze as an antelope in headlights.
"I'm pretty sure we don't, actually," I replied before hurrying past him.
"Veronica! Sit."
I sighed deeply before turning back around and placing myself next to my dad on the couch. I tugged uncomfortably on the Versace dress as my dad began.
"So, you have become.. a young woman, these last years," he started, making me moan and placing my face in my hands.
"And, as a young beautiful woman, boys will show an interest in you."
"Please don't, dad," I cried.
"Veronica, please," my dad sighed. I copied his sigh as I leaned back and prepared myself.
"As I said, boys will show an interest," he continued; "if you'd had a mum, I'd have her have this talk with you-""I have a mom," I interrupted. He shot me a silencing look.
"If your mum had been a bigger part of your life, I would have had her have this talk with you, but as it is just us, I'll be doing this. So, when a boy will show interest in you, it's important that you remember this... a mans genitals is a very sensitive area."
My eyes widened in horror as he continued; "so what you do is,"
No no no no NO!
"You take your hand."
That's it, I'm gonna die.
"And you punch as hard as you can," he explained; "if you get the chance, a knee will do an even better job."
I looked at him, confusion plastered across my face.
"That's... that's it? Nothing about the birds and the bees? Being safe?" I suggested,
"What? No! You're way too young to be getting that talk!" He claimed.
"I'm sixteen," I pointed out.
"Exactly. Glad we're on the same page," he said with relief.
"On the same page? We're not even in the same library! Dad, your solution is seriously to just tell me to not have sex?" I asked before realising something; "wait, no. You're right. No sex for me. I don't wanna talk about sex with you, so no sex, I'm gonna go to bed!"
"I don't want this talk either, but I definitely don't want to have the pregnancy talk, so here we are," he explained tiredly; "and yes, no sex. At all."
"You can't just say that, I'm young and have a life-""not one with sex," he interrupted. I shot him a deadly glance.
"Why is this even up for debate? You're too young to be having sex, and you're not anyway, so." I looked at him.
"How would you know?"
"You're my daughter. I know you," he claimed.
"You really don't," I repeated.
"Are you saying you are having sex?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm saying that it's none of your business! I don't wanna talk about sex with you!" I cried out.
"And I don't want that either, and about that. Could you maybe stop the hook up jokes? I know you're doing it to bother me," he commented.
"And it works. Why should I stop?" I challenged. My dad sighed deeply.
"You're impossible."
"Why thank you." I smiled in order to bother him even more.
"I don't want you having sex! I don't want some gross, sweaty guy panting over you."

"Lie still," James ordered as he moved his body up and down against mine. Tears welled up in my eyes as he lifted his head and bit his lower lip. Enjoying my body, not realising there was a person within. Sweeting, panting and moaning as he moved faster.

"Me neither," I said quietly.
"Good. Then we agree," my dad stated satisfied. I nodded, and without another word stood up and rushed out. As soon as I reached my bedroom, I locked the door behind me and collapsed on the floor - just like I had that day.

"My daughter is impossible," Tony stated as he entered the living room on the common floor.
"Most parents are thrilled to have kids so much like themselves," Natasha joked calmly and looked up from the card game she had going with Bucky. Steve was the third player.
"What'd she do?" He asked, equally calm.
"I tried having the talk with her," Tony admitted as he sat down next to Steve.
"What talk?"
"The talk, the... the sex talk," he practically whispered.
"How'd it go?" This time it was Bucky who asked, a stray of black hair falling in front of his eyes.
"Horribly! Since when did my kid become so calm about sex?" The tired father asked.
"Never," Steve commented; "I had this talk with her like a year ago, and she was very uncomfortable."
"Yeah, when I talked about it, too. But I think it was just because it was me, she insisted it was her personal life and none of my business," Nat mentioned with a shrug.
"That'd make sense. That was pretty much what happened when I tried, anyway," Steve added with a shrug.
"Has everybody had the sex talk with my daughter? Maybe she's just trained in talking about sex, so it didn't make her uncomfortable the third time," Tony suggested.
"Fourth," Bucky commented, a stray of his black hair hanging in front of his eyes.
"Fourth? You've all spoken to my daughter about this? Where was I?" They all shrugged as they looked everywhere but at him.