Child of Thunder and Spiders

Hey, I'm Nora. My Mom is the Black Widow and my Dad is the God of Thunder. [ Semi-independent OC Avengers related RP account. Please read Pages for more info. I follow the tag: thunderandspiders]

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(Peter follows her towards the elevator, feeling for his keys. He lets out a relieved breath when he feels his keys in his pocket. He raises the other hand to check to see if he still has his webshooter on, smiling at the light glinting off the metal. He eyes move over to Nora and it’s funny, so weirdly amazing how she stands like her mother but gives off a feeling like Thor. He smiles at her and presses the button to go down to the garage. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and blows out a breath, the air ruffling his bangs a bit.) “Right, right, well, then I’m glad I restocked on web cartridges.” (He snorts and flashes her a bigger smile before watching the glowing down arrow.) “My, uh, car’s not very fast. It’s a bit beaten up but thankfully she’s safe and she runs well.” (His head turns to the elevator doors as they ding and gestures his head to it.)

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“Mom’s given me a few self defense lessons so you’re not without some backup.” Though Nora had little to no desire to become a SHIELD agent like her Mom, in truth she wasn’t sure what all she wanted to do or be, at the moment she was just getting used to the idea of being a teenager. It seemed just like yesterday she was going on three years old. She was glad to be older though, it was far more fun and she understand things so much easier even if she didn’t like or agree with some of the things she now understood. She wasn’t going to think about those things right now, right now she just wanted to focus on having fun and building her own life.

  “At least you have a car and can drive.” She stated matter-of-factly as they rode the elevator down, “Plus old cars have character or so Uncle Tony told me. Maybe he could help you fix it up.”

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(Peter stares at her and throws his arms in the air, looking to the ceiling in surrender.) “Okay,okay. But we are being super careful because your mother knows everything. I’m not even kidding, she knows everything and she’ll know that we did this because she is your mother and I am still her student and she knows everything." (He gestures with his hands and he fixes her with a pointed stare. He runs both hands through his hair and smiles at Nora, but feels a twinge of his own nervousness at thinking of Nora up somewhere high and possibly- 'Parker, don't do that to yourself. You'd never let her fall and you’ll keep close watch and you’ve tested the webbing, if she wants you to make a web-swing, then she won’t even be close to falling.’ He takes a deep breath and at least feels a bit better. He shakes his head, still smiling.) “But thanks for promising not to rat me out, Stormy. We’ll see if you’ll even want to go web-swinging after the bizarre.” (Peter starts taking a few steps to the door, pausing, and then turning around and looking sheepish.) “Um, actually, I should probably ask you where you even want to take the bus or have me drive?”

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He made her laugh. Sometimes Peter was amusingly adorable to her, how animated he was how he explained things. Her laughter was much like her Mother’s, there was a delicacy to it, but it was still somehow big and very alive. It made the teenager’s blue eyes sparkle and dance, “Fine, fine we’ll be careful of course.” She can see a moment of something pass over his features, as though he’s thinking about something bad. She tries not to pay attention to it, because she knows what happens when she feels any sort of sadness or worry. It makes her glance quickly to the windows for a moment before looking back at him.

  “You can drive. Public transportation is boring.” She commented, following him to the door, her walk almost having a skipping like motion to it as she moved, “And I bet I will. I always have a lot of energy. Half immortal remember.” She reminded him as they headed towards the elevator.

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(Peter gives her a snort and then grabs his glass and washes it off himself, setting it next to hers before turning. He pauses, thinking on the other things he mentioned to do, and shrugs, flashing her a smile.) “Well, you probably don’t want to go to a bizarre and back to the tower, right? We could go to the bizarre, get a look at some art and then head over to anywhere else you have an inkling to go to in the city. I don’t mind going anywhere, or we could even hangout on some rooftops if you’d like.” (He pauses, considers Nora and importantly, who her mother is and mentally backtracks.) “Or, you know what? Rooftops? Pffft Lame.” (Peter’s voice becomes cartoonish and he tries to keep his cool, but fails a bit with the idea of Mama Widow coming after him in the dead of night because he put her baby girl on a the roof of a fifteen floor hotel. ‘Yeah, that’s probably….a really bad idea, I mean, I love Nat and consider her like family….which means she might show mercy but still remind me of why I had bruises the first two weeks of training.’ He mentally winces but keeps up his semi-convincing smile.) “Right, should have remembered that’s not really a fun thing to do. But you know, we could do anything else you could want!” (He tries to remind her, hoping she’ll have conveniently forgotten the not -so slip of tongue, and really, he did mean that. Anywhere she wanted to go, bar and actual bar since with his face, he couldn’t get in even if he tried, he’d take her there. After all, she may not remember or care, but he used to be Uncle Peter once upon a time.)

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Poor Peter, his slip was not going to go unnoticed or forgotten. Vivid blue eyes lit up at the prospect of being somewhere high up, of doing so by way of his webbing and swinging through the air. She liked that idea very much, but she could tell he hadn’t meant to say it and probably because he was afraid of her Mom. As long as she was safe it was fine and Peter wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

  “You know Spider Geek you so shouldn’t suggest something awesome like that and then try to retract it. So not fair.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “And how is my Mom or Dad going to find out?” And if anyone would, it would be her Mom anyways, she doubted her Dad ever would, “We don’t have to go up on the Empire State building or anything.” Because that would be high and scary, though her Dad had been on it once, when they had to fight the Chitauri and all that. Supposedly a part of the tower bore a bend in the metal in the shape of his hand.

  “I won’t let you get busted promise.” She did the whole cross her heart thing, “But I’m sure we’ll be a couple of hours or so at the art thing and all that.” So maybe they wouldn’t have time or maybe they would, she was of course hoping for the latter.

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(Peter smiles, giving a quiet “thank you” at the glass of milk, and taking one more bite before washing it down. He licks his lips and continues to listen, eating silently as she thinks on it. When she gives her answer, his eyes widen slightly in his surprise but his smile just grows wider. ‘Huh, and I guess that’s why I’m not a betting man.’ He takes another sip before nodding, grabbing a napkin to wipe the slight milk mustache he has with a smirk.) “Whatever the lady wants! My friend, oh right, and I guess just to warn you, his name is Paul. And yes, he got a picture of a statue that one of the other art students made which is, yes, named Mary. He will probably drag me over just for the joke so I apologize in advance the minute he does that.” (Peter looks up the ceiling, rolling his eyes and gives her a mock-suffering look. He breaks it by smiling and taking the last big bite of his muffin, taking his time to chew the larger than normal piece before swallowing and chasing it down with more milk. He wipes his mouth again before speaking again.) “Right, so, other than that, the bizarre probably started around 11:00 am, I think it’s, what, 12:45?” (He slips his hand into his pocket to rummage for his phone before pulling it out. He touches the screen and it lights up, the white numbers reading 12:56.) “Oh, or 12:56. So, he’ll be setting shop around 1:30, he’s booth sharing. He’s helping out at one booth and then taking over his own after he’s done. So we can either head out after the muffins or wait for 1:30 to come before we go. Knowing Paul, he’ll be officially set up closer to two if heckles every customer as he hangs the photos.” (Peter snorts and rolls his eyes before shrugging at her.)

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Peter was fun to hang around; he wasn’t like everyone else in Nora’s world. He was a lot more easy going and carefree which was refreshing to her, especially now that she was older. He taught her a lot, gave her someone to look to as an example closer to her own age. He also showed her the ropes and her Mom trusted him which also helped.

  “You weren’t expecting that were you.” The teenage girl smirked in a way that was very reminiscent of her Mother before she took another bite of muffin and a drink of milk. The smirk was still there as she lowered her glass, “The three of you could form a singing group or a biblical movement.” The redhead joked.

  “I’m cool with leaving after muffins, what else are we going to do?” She said with a small shrug and it would be good to get out. She wasn’t allowed too far alone in the city, just to the park so to venture further and in not be with an adult, well life was looking up today.

  She finished the rest of her muffin and milk, and did the responsible thing of washing out her glass and such, then turned back to Peter, “I’m ready to roll when you are.”

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(Peter smiles and punches her arm lightly, playfully.) “Thanks, Nora. At least I can count on someone sharing food around here.” ('Well, her and Nat and sometimes Bruce if give him my pouty face long enough,' he thinks, grabbing a blueberry muffin. He takes a bite of it and his face melts into a content expression before breaking it to laugh at himself. He chews and mentally brings up a list of what he had tried to plan today. He swallows.) “Well, I guess that depends on you. If you just want to stay inside, I have the spider-trackers I could show you or, if you really want, I do have this new webshooter. See, I’m trying to make them smaller, so that I can hide them as a civilian. Plus, it would be nice if I could actually have my glove ripped off in battle and not have to worry about being down a web-shooter.” (He takes another bite and glances at his own hand, watching the light reflect off the metal. His gaze returns to her and he smiles before continuing.) “Or if you want to go out, we got a whole city to paint red. I think there’s even some weird art bizarre on the corner of that old skatepark. A guy in my photography class is showing off his stuff and I wouldn’t mind seeing it. Though, he’ll probably show it off in class next week.” 

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The teenager smiled and shrugged, “I try.” She stated before biting into a muffin herself and smiling. They were good, they tasted awesome and she was content. She liked food, a trait shared by both her parents. This was going to call for some milk though and she moved to the fridge, grabbing two glasses on the way and came back with both and all three and poured them each a glass before taking a drink to wash the large bit of muffin she had taken.

  “Um…” Everything sounded fun and interesting. She bit her lower lip and thought a moment, bright blue eyes shifting about the room as she did so, “That’s hard. Can we do everything? I like the idea of the art. We could do that, but I so wanna see your stuff too.” She exclaimed and then took another bite of her muffin, not as big this time.

  “Art. Definitely art and then whatever.” She decided firmly and sat down at the breakfast bar, “Plus it’d be cool to meet some of your friends. I need more myself.”  

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(Peter is hot on her trail when they round the corner and he gets a spidersense before he sees her stop. He digs his feet in to the floor and hopes he doesn’t leave skid marks; Tony would totally take that out of his paycheck, he’s sure. He stops a few inches away from her and putting a hand to his forehead, panting all the while with an amused look on his face. ‘Note to self: Find more time in the day to go to the Gym more.’ he thinks, but is pretty impressed he was able to keep up and talk  through their little race nonetheless. He turns to her, smiling again, as his chest rises and falls rapidly. He tries to calm his breathing, running a hand through his hair as he begins to talk.) “Oh yeah….great stuff….had to use it…once…for a mission.” (He takes a deep breath and exhales through his nose. He swallows, licking his lips and his smile almost looks sheepish, but still bright and he continues.) “But I can barely comb…my mess of a head, I don’t suppose I’d even remember to dye it when the color starts to fade.” (He shrugs and runs another hand through his hair. ‘Once a forgetful, science-obsessed, arachnakid and photographer, always a forgetful, science-obsessed, arachnakid and photographer.’ He snorts and steps towards the kitchen, giving a playful bow and gesturing to the kitchen.) “And to the winner, all the butterscotch muffins you can eat.” (He gives her a cheesy grin and starts walking to the kitchen, looking around for his platter of muffins he left out. His eyes spot a giant plate on the counter and-oh, it’s been compromised. He sighs exasperated, shoulders slumping and he walks over to them, seeing a total of five muffins on the plate instead of the ten he had bought. He checks to see how many of each kind are left, all the while thinking he’s going to listen to Tony the next time he wants to build some sort of food Robot, maybe then he can have his muffins or donuts in peace and for more than one breakfast. His smile comes back after examining and turns to her.) “Well, bad news is that we are down five muffins then previously assumed, good news is that four of them are butterscotch and one is blueberry.”

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It was hard for Nora to remember that not everyone was like her or her Mom or Dad. Peter might have spider things, but at the end of the day he was still very much and completely mortal while she was not. She smiled as he talked about how good his memory wasn’t and then an amusing thought came to her mind, “You’d look alright with blue hair or blue highlights, you know spike it with that colored gel stuff.” She suggested, but she knew he was a little too practical minded for that, like her Mom who wouldn’t let her put random colors in her hair.

  “Well five is better than none. I bet Uncle Tony swiped some or Uncle Clint… or Dad could’ve but I haven’t seen him here yet today so.” She said with a shrug and grabbed one of the butterscotch muffins, taking a decent sized bite out of it. She had her Father’s appetite at times. “And I’ll share my butterscotch; it isn’t fair for you to only have one.” She also had her Father’s sense of fairness, which was probably a good thing. Her Mother definitely never wanted her to end up with a constantly shifting moral code after all.

  “So Spider geek what’s the plans for after muffins?”

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(Peter’s eyebrows raise to his hairline and his head whips to her running and it finally registers. He grins and starts running after.) “Hey! Nora!” (He calls out and gives a laugh at the sound. 'She's definitely her mother's child, always keeping me on my toes.' He thinks and rolls his his eyes at how sentimental he sounds. But she’s fast he’ll give her that, he’s actually falling behind. He smirks and pushes himself more, his hands unclenching and he lets his longer legs help give him the advantage. He tries to continue talking.) “And..-pant- I may not be -inhale- that much older -huffs out a breath- but I’m not kidding -pant- about the gray.” (He stops talking for a second and just takes a moment to catch up and even out his breath. He tries to remember all those breathing exercises he been taught, ones he’s been going over with Wally for running. He steadies his breath and then smiles again.) “But in  my line of work -pant- teachers/scientists get gray early. -inhale- Proven fact.” (He laughs a bit and his stumbles for a second but graceful saves himself and only misses a step out of place with her. He mentally winces and rolls his eyes. 'Oh Peter, this is why you swing everywhere.') “But I hear -pant- Superheros gray early too. Triple threat.”

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She likes to run, to feel the wind through her hair, the burn of muscles. She closed her eyes and it felt like she was flying, like her Dad. She hoped one day she might be worthy of Mjolnir, but the fact she now had a half sibling she wasn’t sure. It made her doubt herself at times, and like any child she wanted her parents to be together, to be happy… but Nora knew it wasn’t possible and it was never going to happen. “Keep up Pete!” She grinned, glancing behind her, noticing he was catching up and tried to put on more speed. The kitchen was just around the corner. She laughed as she ran, she truly enjoyed being older like this. She said nothing else as they became neck and neck, and she turned her head to glance at him briefly while he explained between pants that he was destined to go gray. When they rounded the corner she put on the brakes and came to a stop before the door. “You… do know that… there’s this great stuff called hair dye right?” She was out of breath as well, but not as bad he was. Being half immortal had its perks after all. 

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(Peter smiles at her and nods.) “Sure, I’d like that.” (His answer is a little calmer this time and his smile is wider and warmer. He holds up his hand in a “one second” gesture and his smile turns sheepish.) “Just give me one second, kiddo.” (He turns his head and scans the room, trying to remember where he left it. He sees the box on the coffee table and he walks over to it, picking up the box and opening it. Small, silver webshooters stare back at him and takes them with his other hand. He fits the into the palm of his hands, the little thing hooking from the gap inbetween his middle and ring finger and the crook of his thumb. He sets down the box and walks back to the door, showing off his palms to Nora.) “Sorry, this old guy gets a little cautious, even walking to the kitchen. Guess, it’s showing off my old age.” (He winks at her and slips out of the doorway and closes the door gently behind him. He smiles again before sighing dramatically.) “I’ll probably have gray hair before you know it, though hopefully I won’t gray like Richards.” (Peter makes a face at the man’s name and then shrugs, giving her a conspiratorial smile and wink, his teeth peeking out with his smile. He gestures his head to the hallway and waves out a hand.) “Well, m’lady, hopefully there will be blueberry and butterscotch muffins that await us.”

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She watches as he moves off and gets into a box then attaches some familiar to himself making the teen arch a brow, “You do know that Stark Tower has stellar security right?” He seemed jumpy, even edgy and while she knew this world was a dangerous place, the Tower was the one place she felt the safest and she liked it here; there was a lot to do and people to see. Boredom wasn’t an issue, there was always someone to talk to or something to do.

  “You’re not that much older than me.” The redhead gave him a look very similar to her Mother’s when she detected bullshit. “You sound like Uncle Tony, talking about your looks and age like that.” She shook her head at him, “He isn’t so old either.” Well, he was a lot older than her, but he wasn’t as old as he tried to make himself seem at least to her anyways.

  “Blueberry is all yours, I’ll take the butterscotch.” She grinned at him then, “Race you.” And she took off, her long legs giving her a good burst of speed.

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(Peter purses his lips and looks around the room, it looks….decent. There’s at least somewhere to sit and the coffee table doesn’t have any stains on it. He’s willing to give this place a A- on a good, clean, bachelor pad. He smiles and moves to the door, hoping to maybe grab some muffins from the main room just to have something warm in the place. Besides, she might be hungry and he knows he might be in an hour or so. ‘Or maybe five minutes, shoot, did I eat breakfast?’ He thinks and is going over if he at least finished the papers he was grading before he opens to door and sees her. He blinks and then looks back at the clock to see and she was exactly on time. He looks back and smiles, even chuckles a bit because she probably got that from her mom.) “Hey Nora! You’re right on time! Oh um, do you need something? I was about to go grab muffins from the kitchen in the futile hope that they were still there when I left them and your Dad hasn’t eaten them." (Peter smiles wider and steps aside, giving space so Nora can come in.) “But I could get you something else if you weren't feeling like muffins."

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She almost jumped when Peter opened the door and seemed a bit frantic and nervous, but he always seemed like that. It had to be his default mode, “Yeah… sorry?” She wasn’t sure if to apologize or just shrug or what, so she did the former two at least and then resisted the urge to tell him to calm down at breathe. Maybe he was just high strung or something, like Uncle Tony. He got excited so easily sometimes.

  “Sure. I like muffins.” She nodded, “I don’t think he has… I haven’t seen him around here today.” She explained, “I can come with you, if you want.” She peeked inside his space, which was clean and nice looking. She liked he had pictures and things, she wished her Mom had pictures or well more, she had a few but not a lot.

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(Peter hunches over the lab bench, his hair staying out of the way as his goggles threaten to take over his head. He stick his tongue out a bit as he tries to fit the microchip in. The little experiment he’s hunched over is small, white, and seems to have little appendages that stick out. His tongue retreats behind his lips as he finally fits the chip in and smiles. He plays around with it, making sure the sensors on the things work and makes a little happy sound in the back of his throat every time the little things limbs move. He turns his head to the clock, wondering at how much time he has before Nora comes over. His eyes widen, sitting up fast and he pushes away from the bench quickly before making a mad scramble to get his lab coat off. Its only when he’s grabbing for air that he remembers he doesn’t wear the coat for mechanics. Peter shoulders slump as he sighs and takes off the goggles. He hangs them up and almost runs out of the lab. He makes it to his room in Stark Tower and starts picking up all the books he’s left about and trying to find homes that aren’t the couch or chair cushions, putting dishes into the sink in the kitchen area, and tries to figure if he has enough time to vacuum. ‘I guess that depends, do I want to be cool Uncle Peter or Uncle Peter who looks like he can take care of himself and her mother doesn’t need to come in and see how I’m doing, nope, nope, I can handle myself.’ He thinks and sighs again. He takes out his phone to check the time. ‘Well I better make my decision fast, she’s almost here.’) 

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Not that Nora doesn’t like her parents and her other Uncles, but sometimes she needs a serious break from them and all the drama. It’s been like this for as long as she can honestly remember, but the one person who is pretty much drama free is her Uncle Peter. He gets her and he’s not that much older than her, it’s nice to have a friend around your own age. Well there’s Maria, but she’s more Mom’s friend and she doesn’t talk science. The red haired teen thanks to spending excess time around her Uncle Bruce loves science. Peter talks science, so she’s looking forward to hanging with him.

  It doesn’t take her long to get to his room from her own in the Tower. She double checks the text message to make sure she’s supposed to meet him here and lifts her small hand to the door and knocks. He’s in there; she knows he is because she can hear all sorts of movement from beyond the door. Probably cleaning up, the girl thought with a small amused expression as she tucked her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

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It was sort of strange having his daughter appear to be nearly half his age, though he had a few thousand years on her in reality. That also made him hope that she would have the same sort of lifespan as him. It was going to be hard enough watching his friends pass away of old age, but to have to watch her as well… That would be devastating. But it was just another problem that would have to be dealt with in time, as there was nothing that he could do about it now, other than support her in every way possible.

"I honestly have no idea. I know nothing of whatever drug they used on your mother." He answered truthfully before he smiled at her again, pride evident on his features. “You like this though, don’t you? Being older. There are so many more freedoms for someone your age." He remembers how it had been, waiting until the days your parents stop watching over you like a hawk. “So, now that you happen to be old enough, are you going to a regular school?" It would be nice for her to make friends outside of this crazy world that she was born into.

His smile broadened into a grin. Even if she hadn’t been expected or planned, he would never want to lose her. And he dared anyone to ever try and hurt her, physically, emotionally, or otherwise. “Well, I happen to love knowing that I have you for a daughter. Even though I am mad." He winked jokingly, as Loki’s called him mad, in jest, often enough for it to be normal.

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“Oh.” The teenager pressed her lips together, “Well supposedly it’s like Uncle Steve’s but not as strong or something… maybe Uncle Tony can test me or something because his Dad worked on Uncle Steve so… or maybe Uncle Bruce or Peter.” She’d have to talk to her Mom, but she wanted to know, she wanted to know if she was going age slower like her Mom after a certain point or not, or if she’d live for centuries like her Dad. In that moment for the first time since her quick growth thing, Nora felt… strange and awkward and all the kinds of things a teen would normally feel about themselves.

  “Yeah. I do… it’s easier.” She hadn’t at the age she had been, been in any hurry to grow up, but now? Yes please. She wanted to do all the things and be all the things, there was just so much and the world was so big and also a bit scary, “Dunno. Mom’s considering it, Peter says I’d be just fine at Midtown, where he went and I have a tutor right now assigned from SHIELD helping me catch up. You two should talk about it, I mean I’m your kid too and you should have some say in stuff.” Not only that, but she wanted her parents to well, talk and stuff, they really didn’t spend that much time together, well Mom had Uncle Tony now and her Dad had Loki, but still.

  “Mad?” She quirked a brow, though she knew he was teasing but still, “As in crazy?” Because she would agree with that, really her entire family was she had come to discover now that she could understand things better.

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Despite the dull ache that echoed through his chest with each heartbeat, he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame and smiled warmly. For a few moments, he simply held her, trying to pour both his love and apologies into a single embrace. But he would need a lifetime to do so, and it wasn’t long until he was pulling away from her again so he could look her in the eyes, marveling at the fact that someone so perfect could come from something so damaged as he and Natasha’s relationship. “I do, yes. But even there we hardly bother in celebrating. Of course, we celebrate other things often enough over the long centuries that we live.” He fell silent for a long moment, trying his hardest not to burden her with his churning emotions. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to have years until she reached this age and he hoped to be ready by then. Ready to tell her that everything was going to be fine, and that everyone had learned to get along again. But here she was, nearly a young adult, and he wasn’t ready at all. “You know, I am so proud of you. Life throws all that it has at you, and you just take it all in stride. Nearly anyone else would have gone mad by now. Of course, we may all be mad in this family.” He gave a small chuckle as he shook his head, something that could only be pride swelling in his chest. “I hope you know just how much I love you.”

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A part of her was glad to be older, she could explain herself better, understand things better and such. She knew her Dad was having a hard time with this, but it really wasn’t all that bad. She hadn’t really enjoyed being a little kid and feeling things but not able to articulate herself well enough to express them. Now she could, though while it was nice it was also difficult because suddenly all these emotions and feelings and thoughts and other things. She hugged him tight as she could manage because it felt like he needed it, he needed to know she loved him and she always would, that no one would take his place and that lost time could still be made up.

  “Oh. I see.” She wondered something then, “Will I live that long? I mean I know Mom is mortal and everything but she kind of isn’t too and maybe I need to get tested or something, because she’s never been sure if I was affected by whatever those bad people did to her.” That’s something else, she wants to know more about that, because she remembers waking up to her Mother having nightmares and how horrible all that was to see and hear.

  “I guess I’m like both of you then? Neither of you have gone mad yet…” The girl shrugged and pushed her long red hair back from her face, “I do Dad, trust me and I love you too. You don’t know how happy I was to find out I had a Father.”

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“When you grow up with a trickster god as your brother, you tend to accept the stranger things.” He shook his head and offered her a genuine smile, despite feeling as though he had let her down completely. “I am glad to hear that you are adjusting though. This has to be strange for you, but you will be fine. You inherited your Mother’s intelligence, after all. As for birthdays, no. Even if I did, I would have no way of knowing when to celebrate it in this realm.” Travelling between worlds had a way of throwing one’s calendar off. Pausing a moment, he held his arms open to her. “Are you at that age where you can’t give your father hugs anymore, yet? Come here.”

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He was sad and she could tell he was sad. She knew he had  missed out on a lot of things, she knew her Mother hadn’t made the right choices when it came to a lot of things concerning her, but she respected the fact she had done what she felt she had to do. Still Nora couldn’t help but feel some guilt, wondering if her existence somehow screwed everything up between her Mom and Dad, she remembered the day she first met her Father all too well and what happened and it made her sad. Enough that when the blue eyed girl glanced out the windows of Stark Tower she saw the sky starting to turn gray knew she needed to rein in her emotions, “Oh… well Mom’s the same, I asked her once and she said the same thing, kind of weird for the two of you to have that in common, well except you know when yours is in Asgard though right?” It was a plus to be able to articulate properly and fully, that was definitely one thing the girl was not going to miss about being a child, “Of course not Dad.” She launched forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, having to kind of reach up to do so, though she was at this age already taller than her Mother.

[feedy0urmind-blog]

Reblog if your mom is beautiful.

[crashing-thunder-deactivated201]

“They thought it best that you skip your entire childhood?” He tried. He really did try not to sound bitter as he had said it, but there was still a hint of it. Now he really had missed it all, and was almost upset by the fact that she had too. But there was no way to reverse that sort of magic. “Happy birthday, by the way. I have come to realize that those are celebrated in this realm. So, how have you been?”

[thunder-and-spiders]

“Well at least you’re reacting better than Mom she about had a heart attack and thanks.” Nora laughed a little, though she noted how her Dad was reacting and quickly grew serious again, “I’m alright. Getting used to being like this, it’s not so bad. I can reach stuff on my own now and get things myself and take care of myself.” She was kind of glad she didn’t need a babysitter anymore, “Yeah they do, well not everyone. Mom doesn’t. I asked her once I remember and she told me she doesn’t have a birthday.” It had made her really sad at the time she remembered and it still did now, “Do you have a birthday?”

[thunder-and-spiders]

m!a: So your birthday is soon we see, how about a present of aging more than just to three? Welcome to the life of a teen, congratulations you are now 15. This is a permanent thing.

"um..."

*poof*

"This is so cool! Yes, happy birthday to me."

[gammabruce-blog]

“She has no reason to worry. You tell her that Uncle Bruce is a big boy and he can take care of himself.” Bruce grinned. “Now how about some lunch? I was thinking of having a sandwich. Would you like one?”

[thunder-and-spiders]

“Mama say you spendeds too muchs time insides.” She replied, tossing the balloon up in the air and catching, “Sures.” She said with a grin, “What kinds?”