Stark gave me his number before he left that night, leaving us to celebrate. He told me to think it over and call him when I decided.

I sit on the roof of the apartment building, my feet dangling over the edge as I look out at the other buildings. I'm in my suite, just in case anything happens, like every night. It's been two weeks since my birthday and I have been doing what Stark said.

"Your dad would be freaking out about being up this high," V remarks as he looks down which his head gloating beside me.

"He would wouldn't he?" I chuckle a bit as my thoughts drift back what Stark had said just before he left.

Joining their team would keep dad safe, and it would make sure I wouldn't be put in the registration.

Maybe I should do it.

"V? Do you think I should do it?"

"I think you could be good at it," he says turning to look at me.

"Yeah, but should I do it?"

We get interrupted by the sound of gunshots in the distance.

"Time to go to work," I groan as I get to my feet.

I flip off the edge of the building, letting Venom catch me and help me get across the city to the commotion. I land in the middle of a fight, a group of men shooting at a another in red and blue. The guy swings around from building to building knocking their guns out of their hands.

"You know I don't think that money belongs to you," he says, snatching away the money from the men with some sort of string, "so I'm gonna put it back."

It's a kid.

"Want some help, bud?" I call out.

He finally notices me as he barely dodges another bullet.

"Um yeah," he says breathlessly, "that would be nice."

I can see from how he's just wrapping these guys up, that he's not the killing type. I take out my synths and hold them so I only hit the men with the handles.

I hit the gun out of another guys hand before hitting against the side of the head. He falls, knocked out cold, and I move on to the next. I kick him in the knee, knocking him off my feet before hitting him in the head as well.

One of the others shoots at me, hitting me in the side.

"You bitch," I throw the synth, hitting him in the nose and knocking him back.

The kid shoots his strings at him and yanks him upward, the gun dropping from his hand.

I look around and see all the others already roped up.

I take a closer look at the string and realize it's not string, it's webs.

Oh this is that spiderboy.

"Wow you're good at fighting," the kid says landing next to me, "oh crap! You got shot! Are you okay?"

I look down and see the blood stain but my wound is healed thanks to V.

"Yep," I smile at him through my mask, "aokay."

"Okay, uh, well I'm Spiderman," he extends his hand.

I shake his hand.

"Ms. Snow," I put my synths back in their holders.

"Wait," his sounds in awe, "Ms. Snow like the mercenary that Deadpool hangs out with?"

"The one and only," I do an over exaggerated bow.

"Wow," he jumps as I hit one of the guys as they try to get up, "so are you gonna join the team?"

I look at him for a second.

"I don't know yet," I answer honestly.

"Well if it's any consolation," he says, rubbing the back of his neck, "I think you'd make a great Avenger."

"I told you."

"Thanks kid," I chuckle.

"You know I'm not that much younger than you," he puts his hands on his hips.

"Yeah," I shrug, "but you're still younger."

"Aw man! I missed all the fun!"

I turn to see Wade getting out of a taxi and I laugh.

"Oh hey it's that Spiderboy," he says looking at the kid.

"It-it's Spiderman actually," he stutters looking between the two of us.

"Not to us it ain't," I throw an arm over his shoulder even though he's taller than me, "once we give you a nickname, it stays, kid."

"Perfect," he grumbles making me laugh.

"Don't worry bud," I give his shoulders a squeeze, "it could be worse."

He huffs a sigh as I let him go.

"Well I think you need to get home, it is a school night after all," I tease, "and we need to get home, just cuz I'm fucking tired and need some sleep."

He chuckles a bit.

"Yeah just give me a sec," he says.

He starts shooting webs at the guys on the ground, making sure they can't go anywhere until morning, and leaves a note on the bank window apologizing for the broken ATM machine and door. He says his goodbyes then slings off back to his house and Wade and I get into the cab to head back home.

"You know," Wade begins, "I think you'd do great on their team."

"What?" I laugh.

"I'm serious Mars," he continues, "I think you could do it. I think you could actually be a super hero."

"Seriously?" I'm no longer laughing, instead I'm looking at him intensely.

"Seriously," he nods, "you made sure not to kill those guys tonight when, typically, you don't care if they live or die. You went out of your way to keep from scaring or upsetting the kid. You'd be a great super hero."

"See that's three of us saying you'd be good at it," V pops his head out to put in his two sense.

The rest of the trip home is silent as I stare out the window.

Could I really become a super hero?

We get to the apartment and quickly go in via the fire exit. I go to my small room and take my suite off, folding it neatly and putting it in its place on my dresser. I put on my oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts before sitting on the edge of my bed. I pick up my phone and go to the contacts, clicking on the one labeled 'Tinman'.

My thumb hovers over the call button.

There's a knock on my door.

"I'm decent," I say softly.

It opens and Dad stands in the doorway, leaning against it with his arms across his chest.

"You thinking about calling him?" He asks gently.

"I donno," I stare back down at my phone screen, squinting my eyes a bit even though it's on its dimmest setting and dark mode.

"Well you're right Mars Bars," he sighs, "it's your life and you get to decide what you wanna do with it. Wether that's sit in a dingy apartment and take out names on a list for some cash, or," he pauses and I look up to find him smirking a bit, "being a kick ass superhero with the Avengers."

I chuckle as he pushes off the door frame to sit next to me on my bed.

"Ow," he groans as he hits his shin on the metal bed frame, "I hope you know I can't see much right now cuz your room is so fucking dark."

I laugh as the bed sinks down as he finally takes a seat.

"I love you, Marley," he pats my knee, "and I know that you will make the right choice, you always have and always will. And for what it's worth, you're doing better with Venom than I ever did."

"Really?"

"Really," he smiles, "and I think you should call him."

"You want me to call him?" I raise a brow even though I know he can't see me.

"It's up to you," he says as he nods, "but I think it's a good idea."

I don't say anything as his words roll in my head.

"I'm gonna head to bed, it's late," he pats my knee one more time before getting up, "you do what you think is best. I love ya kiddo."

"Love you too dad," I reply as he closes my door behind him.

I look back down at my phone, the contact still up.

What I think is best.

I take a deep breath before pressing the call button and holding it up to my ear.

Here goes nothing.

VENOMOUS