"Peace and silence has never felt so sweet," Mickey sighed to herself in pure harmony as she shut the door to her room inside the Berlin compound. It'd been a whirlwind day to say the least, she had spent the majority of the night on a flight back to Europe and barely managed to sleep considering Peter had sat in the seats ahead of her and kept looking out the windows. His relentless questions over every battle with the Avengers had also prevented her sleep but she wasn't as mad at that.

Mickey had come to discover that not only was Peter Parker too innocent for the role of superhero but he was also far too naive. The glint in his eyes as she'd talked over the battles in Sokovia and New York had kept her from pointing out the numerous deaths in each battle. Instead of bringing up the dark she'd kept the mood light and brought up her own roles in the action, even bringing up Captain when Tony had fallen asleep. Peter seemed entertained and she would never admit but secretly she enjoyed talking about it because Peter was one of the few that looked at her as if she was a hero and not some kid.

In that time she'd even managed to ask a few questions, particularly the sensation in being  Spider-Man. Peter was humble when he spoke over it all and explained repeatedly that he did it all for the safety of his city and to honor his Uncle Ben as well as his parents which Mickey found herself relating too.

"Who do you do it for?" Peter had questioned after a pause.

Mickey's face suddenly broke into a smile, and although her smile was breathtaking to him the glassy look in her eyes concerned him. She let out a slow breath, the tips of her fingers tracing the cup of her hot chocolate as she adjusted her body in her seat. These were touchy subjects to her, she avoided them at all costs but it only felt right to give out a piece of her to him, after all, he had revealed something deep as well.

Mickey blinked, holding back the tears and spoke with pride, "my mom, she died when I was really young and left me to my dad. I never really found out how but I just know that she didn't deserve it so I first began to do it all for vengeance against what had been done to her. I did a lot of bad things, and so did my dad but we both learned it wasn't right. He learned faster then I did and only after he almost died did I realize that I wasn't meant to be a bad guy. I wanted to be better for my mom and dad, I wanted to be a person they could be proud of and ever since then I've been trying my best."

Peter nodded his head as if he understood and the teenager's just looked at one another, silence filling the small jet afterwards.

Mickey blinked a few times as her cheeks got warm and she looked around the small room as if someone would have caught her. She rolled her eyes at the stupid move and decided that some sleep was probably for the best. All the ideas had been weighing heavy on her mind lately and she just wanted some sleep. Peter was likely with Stark exploring the place or even his new room and wouldn't bother her for hours which made it the perfect time for rest.

The small bed they'd given her was less then adequate but she didn't care at the moment, the ground would have sufficed. With a tired huff she managed to change into loose fitting clothes and trudge her way straight into the bed. After tucking the disposable phone into her pillow she tapped it twice to assure herself it was there and then grew comfortable against the top of it, and where she passed out.

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It wasn't even an hour later when her phone vibrated against her head. Her groan of annoyance was loud as she lifted her head up, finding that it weighed more then usual and her eyes continued to press closed. She huffed with announce, debating wether to let the phone go to voicemail but as her conscious cleared and she slowly came to her senses she sprang from her bed. Eyes wide and blown the ringing of the cell phone reminded her that only one other person could be on the line, one important person.

She stood, grasping the phone and immediately answering the call. A sigh of relief was immediately heard on the other line as she adjusted and went into the small bathroom. "Dad?"

"Thank god, Mickey! I've been waiting since yesterday for a call!" He spoke out of breath, like he'd been holding it in since making the call. "I thought something might have happened to you."

Her heart dropped and it felt like a stone was in her throat, "I'm so sorry dad. I haven't had a chance to myself they've had me running across the globe since the accords meeting."

"I knew it wasn't a good idea for you to go." He remarked.

Mickey rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and refrained from mentioning any of the dangers she'd been put in. "Yes, well I'll give you that. Barnes has really been giving them hell."

"Let them deal with that," he said. A small yap was heard from the other line followed by shuffles as he adjusted. Her heart swelled to know Minnie was likely with her father now. "Where are you now?"

"Somewhere in Brussels maybe?" She answered, truthfully she'd taken so many flights her sense of direction wasn't going well.

"Alright well, I just needed to hear your voice, I needed to know you were okay." Her father's voice was warm and strong and she suddenly missed him terribly. Her back hit the door, sliding down as she swallowed the lump of guilt that filled her.

They were suppose to be together now, protect one another from the dangers the world threw at them and instead now they were separated. She wished to tell him to come back and be by her side but it would be a stupid, her dad would not survive a day before Ross had him killed or jailed. "Dad?"

"Yes." He answered her, and she could tell he knew exactly what her next words would be.

"I miss you." She simply stated, allowing her voice to grow weaker.

"I know my love," he answered softly and with a sigh. "I miss you too, Minnie as well. Be strong, remember that I am here."

"Be safe please, I love you." She answered him with warmth and wished too see him soon. "Goodbye."

"See you soon." He simply stated and they both hung up.

Mickey held back a sob, allowing one tear to slip from her eyes as her defense built up again and she stood from her spot. She knew now was not the moment to feel weak, there was much at stake, including her father's life, and to come out alive she would need to be hyper vigilant.

She pushed away the tear, sucking in a cold breath and opening her door, finding that Peter Parker was looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Uh—" words stuck to his throat a he searched for a clear way to get out of this. The venom filled in her brown eyes and he suddenly felt like an actual spider about to be crushed under her heeled stilettos.

She braced forward and her fists tightened around his t-shirt, Peter felt a moment suddenly blur behind him as he felt his back slam against the nearest wall with such force he felt his spine crack. His head bounced back against the steel wall and suddenly his feet were being pushed out as he was yanked the few inches that separated them. She was so close now, that her huffs were felt against his skin and her black eyes were even more intimidating.

"What the hell are you doing here!" She growled, pushing her fists deeper into his chest so to cause pain as Peter whined at the pressure. She didn't seem to care, "what did you hear!"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Peter said louder then she had spoken and shook his head repeatedly. "I didn't hear a —"

"Shut up!" She hissed and slammed him a tad softer. Her tone hadn't changed and she was whispering which Peter finally realized, "speak quieter!"

Peter swallowed, realizing that she had a point now and otherwise it would not end well for him he brought his voice down and lifted both hands a sign of mercy. "Mickey, I'm sorry! I came in cause you weren't answering and I wanted to see if you wanted to go find food! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Her eyes narrowed, searching for a lie but as she looked into his face and realized that he was telling the truth and wasn't sent by Tony or even Ross she released him. Peter sucked in a huge breath as she turned back and brushed her hair away from her face. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid, she mentally yelled at herself. How could she let this get past her?

She's now put her father in even further risk all for not locking her door! She groaned and knotted her hands in her hair, what the hell was she gonna do now?

"Mickey—I—" Peter attempted to console her, finding that he was terribly sorry for the occurrence.

"Shut up!" She hissed, turning briefly back to him. "Why am I this stupid! God!"

She stomped her foot on the ground although it was more of a gentle pat against the ground as Peter finally came forward. He was hesitant, slightly fearful of the wrath she might ensue but also he felt obligated to make it up to her.

"Mickey," he spoke softly, awaiting her body to turn in his direction. She stayed still, not moving, "listen I'm sorry, I— didn't hear much."

"Liar," she accuses him but it was gentler. Her shoulders slumped and she turned to face him, "what did you hear?"

Peter's brown eyes widened for a moment, finding that her nearly black pair were so in tune with his emotions the slightest bit of a lie would immediately be detected and so he relented, "I heard you talking to your dad about you being okay, I heard you saying you miss him."

Mickey replayed the conversation she had with her father and confirmed Peter's words before blowing out a breath. His eyes looked away, finding that her intensity was so overwhelming he had no control over his body and feared the next few emotion he allowed but even so he needed to get a few words out. The friendship he'd made with her over the last few hours would not dissipate because of this, he would not allow it. "Mickey—" his mouth went dry as he forced himself to look up ,"I want you to know that I won't tell anyone, not Tony, not my Aunt May, not anyone. I'm sorry, this is my fault—I shouldn't have just showed up."

"Peter," she stopped him mid apology, her eyes sympathetic, "its fine. Don't tell anyone and we're good but if I find out you even mentioned it outside this room I will gut you—"

"Mickey!" The door opened yet again to her room and Mickey cursed as she came to the realization the thing didn't have a lock included. Sharon Carter stood at the opened door, her lips suddenly closing shut as she took in the two teenager. Agent Carter wasn't much for emotion but even she seemed to be completely caught off guard as her head tilted and she bit back a smile, "—uh I'm sorry but I wasn't aware you had company."

Mickey looks at Peter and then back to Sharon, her kind quickly connecting the dots and slowly gagging at the idea. "I wasn't aware either. What's happening?" She changed the subject quickly and Peter noticed the change in atmosphere, how she took a few steps away. He didn't know who the blonde was but then again most of these people were strangers to him. He watched Mickey bend towards where her discarded jacket had been thrown against one of the tables and she flung it on. Her eyes met his after a brief moment and they were hardened, no trace of panic in site. "Peter?"

Her head bobbed towards the door and he got the message, a very blunt way of saying get out of his room. He raised a brow but decided not to comment, opting to instead walk out with an embarrassed looked to his face as he felt slightly hurt she had dismissed him so quickly. Once the door closed behind him the two women waited a few minutes, the brunette teenager impatiently tapping her foot against the floor until they were secure.

Sharon turned her attention towards the petite brunette and raised a brunette, in response the teenager scoffed and rolled her eyes, "don't even think it."

"I said nothing," Sharon responded and lifted her hands in surrender.

Mickey decided that fighting over it would help no one and changed the subject, crossing her arms over her chest, "what's going on?"

"Cap needs us," Sharon responded quickly and turned towards the door. "You're helping."

"Thank god, let it begin already I've been bored." Mickey hummed in happiness, all traces of sleep leaving her body as she hid the phone at the waist of her jeans and followed Sharon out of the room. The halls were empty and she lifted a brow, "so aren't they going to be checking my room?"

"Not now, I looped the system so it seems like you never went anywhere and unless your little visitor says something I think we should be in the clear here." Sharon explained, tapping away on her phone. "Also if anyone finds out about the next moment it'll look like you did everything and we're a mastermind who somehow found Cap, Bucky, and Falcon's armor."

"Me, the bad guy? What's new?" Mickey snorted, she wasn't at all bothered by being the blamed. Her whole life most people had pointed the finger in her direction, not that she was innocent all those times, besides it felt good to know that this would really bother Ross. She was going to one up him, all of them, and it would occur right under there noses. "What do you need me to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sharon turned her attention to the girl, tilting her head as if she couldn't believe the teenager was oblivious. "You're getting the gear out of the vault, undetected."

"Ahh," Mickey hummed, her hands began to itch now, the idea of using her powers did always feel like giving a child candy. If she was being honest her powers sometimes felt like too much to handle and if she got carried away they would make her do worse things. She'd managed to control them after several years of practice but there was times where she felt like the madness of power could cloud her head and ruin her control.

Sharon takes a moment from looking at her phone to look at the small girl and briefly wonders what it takes to be her. She can only imagine how much pressure someone that young had been under, how it was easy to be swallowed by all of it. And yet she sees the devious smile on the girls lisp, remembers how much General Ross despised her for simply outsmarting him, and the protectiveness and Steve's words over the young girls words echo in her mind as she realizes that Mickey was more then just appearances. The environment she had grown in had molded a young women who was beyond the norm, she was a hurricane where everyone was only a calm storm.

They walked farther, Sharon all the while making sure the halls were empty and the cameras didn't pick them up and before long the vault was near.

"Reinforced concrete, Wakandan steel, and possibly a few lasers ready to cut me open if I make the wrong move?" Mickey turned towards the women after a second long observation.

"About," Sharon answered, she had guessed many of the things.

Mickey cleared her throat, two hands pressing together as she cracked her knuckles and smirked, "perfect, let me just—" her hand phased right through and she almost laughed "well that was easier said then done, be right back Sharon."