Morgan

-Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, pleeeaaasee!!!! I begged.

Both Peter and Harley sighed deeply and looked at each other. I've been begging them to take me on patrol with them for a whole hour now.

-Okay. Just patrol, no crime fighting. If there's somewhere where me and Harley need to interfere you'll stay at a safe distance. Okay? Peter asked.

-Yaaaay!!! Thank you, thank you. I'm getting my armour, I said excited and ran towards my room.

-You have an armour!? Both Peter and Harley yelled and ran after me.

I ran into my room and opened my doll locker. There I pulled mss. Catherine's arm up and down. After that the doll locker turned around and my armour was visible.

-W-where did you get that from? Harley asked shocked.

-I built it. With the help of dad's old designs. It was pretty easy once I figured out how to translate his code.

-You cracked dad's iron man code!? Harley asked shocked.

-Yeah. It took me a few days but I cracked it.

-B-but when did you have time to build all of this? Peter asked and walked closer to check out my stuff.

-You're all out on missions all the time. It wasn't really that hard to get time for it. All I had to do was to record what I usually do for a few days, then hack the system and put my recordings on in case dad would check what I was doing.

Peter and Harley just starred at me. I rolled my eyes and put my back against my armour. It soon started getting onto me. Except for the helmet. That I still had to put on manually. So I grabbed my helmet and closed the "secret closet" as I like to call it. Then I turned to my brothers.

-Listen if you wanna tell dad then go ahead and do so. I built this suit myself inspired from his designs. So he can't really take it away. Plus if he does I'm just gonna build a new one. I have it all memorized in my head.

-You know....if you were just a bit older I would call you a genius. But now I'm not sure if you're a possessed child or a robot, Harley said a bit freaked out.

-Should be go on patrol now!? I asked excited and put my helmet on.

-Sure let's go, Peter said and put on his mask.

Harley just starred at us for a second before he put on his shield helmet so no one would see his face.

A/N in any case some of you're wondering. Harley is wearing a shield uniform that he and Tony changed up a bit. He's wearing this outfit...

But it's made of a little bit vibranium yarn (Peter also has that) in the fabric. It won't be as strong as a cap's shield. But still a lot of protection. Then he also has a jet pack that looks kinda lika a back pack. And a black smaller helmet to cover his face on field missions. Now that that's out of the way. Please enjoy!!

-Before we go, what's rule number one? Harley asked.

-Don't tell mom and dad, we all said together and jumped out the window.

...

It was pretty fun being on patrol. I get why Peter and Harley.....and my whole family likes it. Only once Peter and Harley had to stop a robbery. I was gonna help but Peter webbed me to the wall. Except for that it was going fine. We all walked over a rooftop and were pretty happy. Then we all started singing....

-Making our way downtown walking fast....

Then we heard a weird familiar sound and looked on our left. It was dad, in his armour.

-Kids! He said with a stern tone.

The three of us looked at each other a bit panicked and nodded slightly.

-Walking faster! We sang and made a run for it.

Peter webbed Harley to me since his little shield jet pack was so fucking slow.

-You're all so grounded! Dad said through our radios.

I'm just gonna have to tell you. I was pretty new at flying with my armour. Of course I had taken it for test runs where I could fly at peace. Now I was literally flying away from my dad, having Harley swing back and forth below me. A big step up witch I was not ready for. Besides steering with Harley dangling in every direction was even harder. I groaned annoyed and prayed the strength system would work.

-Harls! Remember gym class when you had to climb up a rope!? I yelled.

-I always hated it!

-Yeah well you're gonna have to do it again. Climb up you big baby! I yelled

Harley groaned and did as ge was told. Soon he was on my back and I could speed up a little. Peter was swinging below us and dad would soon catch up. I looked around and tried to think of something. Then my eyes widened as I got an idea.

-Peter! Web me a big tissue!! I yelled.

Peter nodded and somehow managed to make a web tissue without falling down. He then threw it over to me.

-Harley I have a plan. But you're not gonna like it, I said.

-Do it already he's closing in!

-Hold on tight! I yelled.

Then I started spinning like crazy. I was okay since I wasn't that easy to puke. However I knew Harley was. After a while I stopped spinning and handed him the big tissue.

-Puke in that! I yelled.

Seconds later I could hear how Harley almost puked his organs up. I couldn't help but to feel bad for him. Soon he was done and handed me what looked like a normal web ball. I smirked and turned my head in the direction of dad. He was really closing in on us now.

-Morgan are you gonna throw it or not!? Harley yelled.

-Wait....I said and waited for dad to get a little bit closer.

Soon he was and I threw the puke ball at him. Dad didn't seem to be so concerned when the ball came flying right at him. Probably because he thought it was a normal web ball. He just lifted up his one repulsor and blew it up. Seconds later all Harley's puke had coverd dad up. He slowed down and almost stopped. Witch gave us a hell lot of time to get to the tower.

....

We all ran inside and almost ripped of our suits. Then we hid it and jumped up in the vents. When we all had gotten in we breathed out.

-What are you kids doing up here!? This is Hawkeye territory, Uncle Clint sais who was sitting a bit further away where the vent turned in two different directions.

He was sitting in green basketball shorts, grey t-shirt with some dip on, flip flops and a pink face mask.

I wish this was the weirdest thing I've ever seen in my life.

-We took Morgan with us on night patrol, Harley said.

-Oh! How did she do? Uncle Clint asked and started eating on some KFC.

Still not the weirdest thing I've ever seen.

-Pretty good. Peter only had to web me to the wall once, I answered.

-But dad somehow found us so we had to hide somewhere, Peter explained.

-How did you get rid of him? Uncle Clint asked and grabbed a box of tissues to get the chicken of his fingers.

-I threw Harley's fly sick puke on him in a web ball, I smirked.

-And it worked?

-We wouldn't be sitting here if it didn't.

-Okay, uncle Clint said and reached for something.

We just starred at him. What more could he bring here? These vents are crazy small. However uncle Clint soon pulled out a whole bowl of spaghetti.

-Want some spaghetti? He asked.

I nodded and got the bowl handed to me. I thanked him before I started eating.

-Are you boys hungry?

-Do you have some lasagna? Peter joked.

Clint just raised his eyebrows like he took that as a challenge. He then leaned in towards the other vent. Then he pulled out a whole lasagna and handed it to Peter. Peter just starred at him. Soon however he started eating and uncle Clint looked over at Harley.

-Is there something you would like Harley?

-Do you have sweet potato fries?

-You're in luck, uncle Clint said and soon handed Harley sweet potato fries.

We all ate our food in a small awkward silence.

-Uncle Clint where did you get all this food from? I asked as I was about to finish my spaghetti.

-Let's just say if Wanda and Nat starts going crazy when they open the fridge tomorrow you guys don't know where I'm at. Deal?

-What do we get out of it? Harley smirked.

-What do you want?

-You make sure dad doesn't ground us for bringing Morgan on patrol, Peter said.

-You got yourselves a deal kids. Now if you excuse me....I gotta get my beauty sleep, uncle Clint said and grabbed two cucumber slices and placed them over his eyes.

He then layed down and put on headphones. The three of us just starred at him like, okay? Then we ate the rest of our food and took a ride into napping town. Or well....I tried doing that. But I couldn't sleep so I grabbed a vouge magazine that uncle Clint had and started reading it.

Still not the weirdest thing that has happened to me.