Summary:Tony Stark may have been religious about using protection through the years. Unfortunately condoms do break, also failure rates go up when drunk or otherwise intoxicated. This means well, it was rather inevitable.
Daisy was not expecting three hits when she ran her DNA against the SHIELD database. Which complicated feelings on the whole issue or not, well her apparent baby brother just started stopping crime in his pajamas. So if she takes a month, she's on the run from SHIELD post Hive anyways, and helps the kid out it doesn't have to mean anything. Really, she's completely going to be able to leave without regrets. Totally. And if she ends up looping in their apparent older sister, it's for Peter.
Notes:So this fic breaks down into like three distinctive parts/archs. So the first five chapters are mostly part one. So it's going to be longer than five chapters. I'm just not totally done with the chapters for the whole thing yet. It is all outlined and partially done though. So heads up on the length stretching.
There are going to be pairings but I'm not there yet so they might change. But once I have them settled properly in the draft I'll add those tags. But this fic focuses on the siblings.
(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)
Chapter 1: Aunt May Needs a DrinkChapter TextMay Parker was curious when she heard the doorbell. She wasn't expecting anyone. Shaking the water off her hands she grabbed a dish towel while making her way to the door. "COMING!" Drying her hands she opened the door. "Hello, can I help you?"
"My name is Daisy Johnson and I need to talk to you about your nephew Peter." The newly proclaimed Daisy was a young woman, early twenties, dark hair under a knit cap, leather jacket, flannel, torn jeans, too dark make-up, and pain practically oozing out of her.
May knew instinctively that this person was scared. "What about Peter?" She didn't open the door further.
"This is uh… best not to be talked about in the open." Daisy's eyes glanced furtively. "I promise I'm here to help."
May tightened her hold of the dishtowel. But Peter. She stepped back. "He hasn't gotten into any trouble has he?"
"Not like you're thinking." Daisy stepped in neatly. She turned, seeing the door still open. Her hand raised and the door shut without a single touch.
She startled back. "You're one of them."
"Inhuman." Daisy rubbed at one arm. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you."
May had been around kids long enough to see several things she hadn't picked up on first look. The clothing Daisy was wearing was all slept in, the dark circles under her eyes the make-up was trying to cover, the bruising on her hands. There were the faintest remnants of a black eye hidden with make-up. "We don't want any trouble."
"I…" Daisy bit at her lower lip and then pulled out a phone and offered it over. "I've been keeping an eye on Peter and..I'm sorry I didn't realize till now, put the pieces together. But he's got powers. I don't know how. He doesn't have Inhuman genetic markers-"
May side stepped closer to a lamp. If she could get to the lamp. "Genetics? How-"
"Middle school, they took DNA samples as part of their cultural backgrounds project. SHIELD filed it away into their database. Never did anything with it. Bureaucracy is the worst." Daisy's lips twitched slightly. "But well I ran a search that included those old files and Peter's pinged."
She stopped in her approach to the lamp. "Why did it ping?"
"Not because he's part alien like me, but because we share a certain level of commonality." Daisy looked positively sick. "We share a father. Perfectly human one."
She let her fingers wrap around the base of the lamp that was now behind her. "You said Peter has powers?" Oh god, if that was true people would try and take him away from her. She wouldn't let that happen. Now to somehow smash this lamp over the Inhuman in her living room.
"You know the Spiderman? The one who's been helping people for the last two weeks?" Daisy shifted, her shoulders tight. "I found this." She tilted her phone screen so that the video on it was visible.
May released the lamp and grabbed the phone from Daisy's hand. Because there was shitty security footage of Peter changing into red and blue sweats. She pressed a hand to her chest as it dawned on her exactly what that meant. "I'm going to kill that boy! I knew he was keeping secrets after Ben, but this is...He could get hurt!"
"Hey that's why I'm here." Daisy patted her shoulder before drawing back with a jerk. "I just want to help. I've deleted all the footage already. No one will find out how I did."
She pressed the heel of a hand against her forehead. "I'm sorry, did you try to say you're related to Peter?"
"Half-sister technically. Apparently Tony Stark seduced a lot of married women. Including your sister and my mom among others…" Daisy toed at the carpet.
May opened and then shut her mouth. She knew her sister had had an affair before Peter. It had been nothing...but the timeline was close enough. But Tony Stark? "Why should I believe you?"
"Look I'm just here to help. I don't know how he got his but well." Daisy shrugged. "I can help make sure you can keep the two of you off anyone's radar. Oh and I have the DNA results."
She lowered her hand. May considered the girl, and god she was barely older than a child herself. "Why come to me and not Peter?"
"Because you love him." Daisy replied simply.
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Peter stopped in his tracks as he realized there was someone in their apartment. He raised a single hand. "Hi?"
Sitting in the 'guest' chair was a girl who was basically inhaling what looked like an entire pan of lasagna. And she wasn't like one of May's friends, she looked cool. Like fishnet long sleeves with a flannel shirt, sleeves cut off over the top. Clunky jewelry, black hair, ripped jeans, dark makeup. She was just missing a guitar or something. LIke cool biker, garage band girl. The sorta senior at school who didn't even acknowledge his existence.
She apparently didn't know she wasn't supposed to acknowledge his existence. She raised a single hand up, just as awkwardly as him. "Sup."
"Oh thank god you're home safe." Aunt May was suddenly there hugging him tightly. One arm yanking him to her around the back, her other hand pressed to the back of his head. "I was so worried."
"Aunt May?" His cheeks burned as his voice came out as more of a squeak than anything else.
She shushed him, holding him tighter. Finally, she petted his head and pushed him back, hands on both shoulders. "You are in so much trouble young man!"
"What?" His eyes flicked to the cool girl who was staring at them in a sort of muted horror, fork lifted halfway to her mouth. Nope, he was so never going to be cool at school… But then as his eyes flicked back to May he shrunk slightly. Oh, he was in that type of trouble...but why? "I didn't do anything?"
"Oh you call swinging around in your sweats, stopping car accidents, nothing!?" May shook him slightly. "What do you think would happen if you got hurt!"
Peter paled. "What? I wouldn't do that."
"You have been sneaking out to be Spiderman. What the fuck Peter?" May crossed her arms as she looked at him. "I thought we told each other things."
He froze as he realized his aunt was going to start crying. "We do! I just wanted to protect you!"
"I'm the adult here Peter! And risking your life." She yanked him back into a tighter hug.
Peter hugged her back. "I'm sorry Aunt May."
"You never lie to me about something this big again." May chided, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't lose you."
He hugged her back. Peter cracked an eye open and realized there was still someone else in their apartment. "Um...Aunt May who?"
"Oh that's your sister. She's here to help." May turned and smiled at the girl. "Do you want some juice?"
The girl smiled at May. "Juice is good."
"Wait...Sister?!"
"So you're a former secret spy agent, hacker, and have superpowers?!" Peter starred in awe, oh god she was cool!
A soft smile pulled at her as she ducked slightly. "Yeah, it's been a crazy couple of years."
"Have you met Captain America?" Peter leaned forward excited. This was cool. His dad was apparently Ironman which...was complicated.
She smiled properly then. "No, but I've met Sif, one of Thor's personal warriors. And she kicks ass."
"That's so cool! Can I meet her?" Peter felt like bouncing, the other kids in school would never believe this!
Daisy flinched slightly. "No one can know I'm here. You don't exactly resign from SHIELD. Well not when you have powers."
"Wait, so if they find out where you are what will happen?" Peter asked.
She twisted the flannel of her shirt. "Right now there's a power vacuum. A lot of agents were crippled or killed. Good people. And that means leadership is changing. I was able to get out while that was happening. But the new Director, well he believes in bagging and tagging people with powers. I need to make a difference, help people. Not sit in a lab and let them study me."
"You said you were the leader of a team though?" May frowned as she held her mug of hot cocoa.
Daisy rubbed at her forearm slightly. "I was. But things happened and… well let's say being mind-controlled by evil kills goodwill inside of an organization."
"Mind control is real!" Peter pulled back at the haunted look on his new sister's face. He'd stuck his foot in it again. "Or well that's not that cool...or interesting. So um...Well you said I wasn't the only person you found who was related to you. So like are there others?"
Daisy's expression softened back out. "One other. Her name is Darcy Lewis. She's getting her doctorate in mechanical engineering. She majored in political science for her undergrad but got into a graduate engineering program after she graduated."
"Does she have powers like us?" Peter was still so excited that his sister had powers just like him! He wasn't alone. And May seemed ok with the idea of his powers. Not that he ever thought she'd be mad at him...but freaking out a lot less than expected.
Daisy shook her head. "As far as I can tell she's pretty normal. Had an internship with Jane Foster and might have met Thor. But otherwise the most normal out of the three of us. Grew up with a single mom, works as a waitress to help make ends meet now that she's in school. No warrants out for her arrest either."
"Don't go getting any ideas young man." May gave him a pointed look from over her mug. "I have gotten more grey hairs today."
Peter smiled as he picked up his own mug. "I don't think I'd do well in jail anyways."
"I haven't actually been to jail." Daisy cocked her head to the side before shrugging. "Don't do as I do kid."
He snickered. "So you can help me with my powers?"
"Yeah, I can also teach you how to defend yourself. Help you and your aunt set up some evacuation points in case your powers get outed. Make sure you have some alarms set up. But once all that's set I'll get out of your hair. You're safer that way." She shifted awkwardly.
Peter wanted to protest, but May was giving him the 'shut it' look. Which meant something was happening his rambles might mess up. "Sounds cool. Uh..how're you going to show me stuff?"
"There's an old shipping yard that's abandoned. Company went bankrupt and hasn't been bought up yet. It'll be safe for us to practice there." She shot a look at May and then looked back at him. "And no Spiderman till you can take care of yourself and I'll run back up to make sure you're safe."
Peter wasn't even upset, he was gonna get super secret agent training. "Do I get to use a gun?"
"Absolutely not!" May cut in.
Daisy looked amused. "I'll pick you up after school and we can see what you can do. Sound good?"
"I expect both of you home in time for dinner." Aunt May gave Daisy a pointed look. "I know my lasagna isn't good enough for you to have eaten it that fast."
Daisy sunk further into her chair, but there was a faint smile on her face as she did it. "Yes Aunt May."
"You can just call me May." Aunt May pointed out.
Daisy shook her head. "My S.O.'s name was May. It's...complicated."
"Alright, but you better not call me ma'am." Aunt May was smiling, and everything felt like it was going to be alright.
Daisy smirked. "I'm not much of the ma'aming type."
"Now where were you planning on staying tonight?" Aunt May asked after a pointed look at the clock.
Daisy stretched before sliding onto her feet. "I've got a van outside."
"You're sleeping in a van?" Aunt May's danger tone was out. To the uninitiated it sounded mildly insulted. Peter knew better. He tried to signal the danger to his sister. It was too late.
She grinned. "Yeah, got it for like two hundred bucks. Reminds me of old times."
"A VAN!?" Aunt May yelped in horror.
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Peter was practically vibrating out of his seat as he waited for the final bell. Skipping the robotics club would be so worth it. His foot bounced anxiously. Why was the clock so slow, like the arms were ticking painfully slowly. "Come on…"
"Dude, Mr Baker is gonna hear you." Ned hissed at him.
He glanced at their seventh period history teacher. Yup, he was still nodding off as he graded their last round of essays at his desk. So he was good. "Mr Baker never pays attention to us. Besides schools almost out!"
"This is so weird. We're the nerds who like school." Ned blinked rather bemusedly at him. He perked up suddenly. "Did you meet a girl?"
Peter's cheeks went bright red. "No! Well yes, but not like that and it's just all very complicated."
"You met a girl and didn't tell me?" Ned leaned forward.
He winced, desperately hoping his friend would shut up. But Daisy was so awesome! "She's family."
"Oh." Ned slumped slightly.
Flash had apparently heard part of their conversation, as his snide tone carried. "Oh, is Peter's secret girlfriend a hot senior from a different school? Is she from Canada and we'll never see her?"
"She's not my girlfriend!" Peter hissed, his cheeks heating up, that was so wrong.
Flash snickered. "Duh, nobody is going to date you."
"She's not a senior, she's twenty one." Peter grumbled. God could the last few ticks of the clock be done with anyways?!
Flash laughed. "Oh a college girl! Yeah right." The rest of the class was laughing now. "Guess we know what's in your spank bank now."
"SHE'S MY SISTER!" Peter yelped, this was so wrong.
"Quiet!" Mr Baker finally had noticed the commotion.
The whole class settled. It didn't take long for the man to go back to his grading. Instead of bored sleepiness the class was now filled with energy, bright eyes waiting for it. Flash deemed it safe first. He flicked his hair slightly. "You don't have a sister Parker."
"Half sister, she's like really cool." Peter defended.
Ned's face scrunched up. "You're an only child Peter?"
"Well I have a sister and she's really cool, and she's picking me up from school today. So you'll...you'll see." Peter tried to lift his chin, it ended up more of a nervous jerk.
He was saved by the bell, literally the end of period bell went off.
Peter grabbed his backpack and made a break for it. He was going to embarrass Daisy if his classmates kept this up. Hopefully he could just hop into her van and they could avoid all social interaction with his classmates. He jogged, slipping side to side to avoid colliding with the halls as they began to fill with students.
He was among the first out of the doors. Hopping down the stairs Peter spotted Daisy. She stood out. Beat up old van, rocker grunge look, there she was leaning against her car. Beside the parents here to pick up their kids she stood out. Peter beamed, she'd really come. He sped up till he came skidding to a halt just beside her. "Daisy!"
"Hey kid." Daisy stuffed her phone into her pocket and stepped forward before rocking back as her hands slid into her pockets. "Ready to go?"
Peter nodded excitedly. "It's gonna be awesome!" He clamored into the van with a wide grin. Glancing out the window he felt kinda smug at the shocked looks on his classmates faces. He purposely waved goodbye to Ned.
Daisy made a sound of amusement as she settled into the driver's seat. "Need me to take care of any bullies for you? I can destroy their social media, give their parents some outstanding parking tickets."
"You can do that?" Peter knew he was ok at computers, and Ned was even better. But neither of them could do that.
She shot him a smug look while starting up the van and pulling into traffic. "I can do so much more than that."
He grinned. "So what's first? Like how to throw a punch? Or maybe like super spy tackling?"
"Tai Chi actually." Daisy's hula dancer bobbled with the rough ride of the van. "It will help you get a better sense of where your limbs are, general body awareness, and control of yourself." She turned them away from Queens. "It's what my SO started me on. Well my second SO. But my first one ended up being a Nazi so we're not following his example."
Peter paused at her tone. "What does SO mean? I mean I think I get the idea but I don't know the acronym."
"Supervisory Officer." Daisy replied, checking her mirrors slightly more than he was used to Aunt May or school bus drivers doing...maybe it was a spy thing? "Typically you're trained first and then given an SO to help train you as a type of on the job training thing. But everything was a bit backwards for me."
He twisted his hands in the straps of his backpack. "Why was it backwards for you?"
"Cause SHIELD didn't recruit me, they black bagged me." Her tone turned playful. "It was all 'join us or go to prison'. Very dramatic, spy organizations don't like hacktivists very much."
Peter gaped. "Wait, you were so good they made you an agent?"
"Yup." She looked over at him and winked. "And I got caught on purpose."
"No way."
Peter panted as he lowered the shipping crate he'd been bench pressing. Rolling out of the way he dropped it onto the cement. "Why?"
"Need to be able to measure what you're capable of." Daisy smiled.
He looked at his sister and was excited. "Can you show me what you can do?"
"Sure." Daisy raised an arm and sent the empty shipping container sliding six feet back. She hissed grabbing her forearm. "Sorry, it's hard to use my powers right now."
"Why?" He cocked his head to the side.
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May gaped at her nephew's half-sister. "YOUR BONES ARE SHATTERED!?!"
"It's just fractures." Daisy shifted from one foot to the other.
She choked. "WHAT THE FUCK." May ran a hand through her hair. "What the fuck... Just what the fuck."
"I can still protect you and Peter. And I'll only be here for a month to help make sure you're secure." Daisy winced slightly. "I can leave sooner if you believe that's necessary. A week even would let me help get things organized for you."
"That's not the issue!" May stared at the girl...and oh god she didn't know better. May met people like Daisy in her work with the local homeless shelter. But she met people like this. People so horrifically damaged by their pasts that they didn't understand basic human kindness or concern properly. But seeing it in a girl with the same warm brown eyes as Peter, who so clearly hadn't let it stop her from being kind.
Daisy's head tilted to the side. "What is the issue?"
"That you are hurt. That you're hurting yourself." May begged silently for Daisy to understand.
Daisy clearly didn't understand. "It's not that bad. Mostly micro fractures. Once I've finished helping you two I can acquire some bone growing steroids. They repair the damage."
She pinched the bridge of her nose, ignoring the wide-eyed and horrified expression on Peter's face. May breathed in. "And sleeping in the van. How long have you been doing that?"
"Oh since I ran away from the system at fifteen. Then SHIELD picked me up two years later so then bunk on the plane, then we were on the run from Hydra so hotel rooms, then the base so bunk, and now I'm on the run again so back to the van." Daisy shrugged as if that made things ok.
May stepped forward and dropped a hand on Daisy's shoulder. "You're sleeping on the couch. No arguments." She cut in before the girl could try to argue that point. "And you're eating three square meals a day. Also we're going to talk about why I suddenly have fifty thousand in my savings account because I did not have that in my savings account last night."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Daisy replied instantly while Peter made an odd squawking sound.
She raised a brow. "You're a good liar. Lie to me again and I'll ground you young lady. Don't think I won't do it." May grabbed a throw blanket and wrapped it around the girl's shoulders. "Did your...team? Let you use your powers when it hurt you?"
"Well yes." Daisy shrugged. "I had gauntlets that acted as shock absorbers, but they had GPS in them."
Peter perked up. "Do you know how they were built? Titanium base obviously, or maybe not. The weight could be a hindrance." His eyes were lit with a curious light.
"Woah, woah, woah." Daisy held up a hand with a laugh. "I don't know any of that nerd." She reached out and ruffled his hair. "Dropped outta highschool, and I was failing science before that."
Peter's face scrunched up. "But you can hack?"
"Hacking is different than science. Like uh I don't have a clue about like elements, chemicals, phosphorus...whatever all that stuff is. The science monkeys take care of that. Like Fitzsimmons. They do their science mumbo jumbo and I do the hacking and ass-kicking."
Peter grabbed Daisy's arm and dragged her down onto the couch with him. "What did they look like? Do you have pictures, can you draw it? I could try and make you new ones. Oh if we used an electrical stimulation it might accelerate the rate of bone growth too!"
"You've made shock absorbing gauntlets with electrical mumbo jumbo before?" Daisy looked at him dubiously.
Peter wilted slightly. "Well no, and I don't have the equipment. But if we broke into the school after hours-"
"Absolutely not young man!" May cut in. "You are not breaking into the school and stealing."
Daisy paused. "Wait, how do you make your webs?"
"In chemistry class?" Peter warily replied.
May turned on her nephew. "You've been stealing from the chemistry lab!?"
"Just a little…" Peter held out his hand, two fingers squished together to show how little he'd been taking.
Daisy spoke up, her voice halting. "I could get you a...chemistry set? Or like just chemicals?"
"Speaking of money, fifty-thousand?" May turned on the girl. "Did you steal it?:
Daisy's eyes widened. "No! I mean I set up a program that stole .05 of the top 100 businesses in the US to fund SHIELD. But no, that was my moola. Or well I suppose the money I stole for SHIELD was used to pay most of my paychecks so technically...but they were bad people with cruel business practices."
"Well then." May breathed in, and then breathed out. "It's your money, you are not just putting it in my account. Fuck."
Daisy's expression turned stubborn...it was eerily similar to Peter's. "Nope." Her lips pulled up in a sly grin. "I'm sure I could funnel more in if you want."
"Just." May held up a hand. "We're talking about this later."
Peter cleared his throat. "What if we contact Mr Stark? He could help with the gauntlets?"
"Kid, no." Daisy shook her head. "Meeting your bio parents is overrated. My bio mom tried to suck the life out of me so I wouldn't stop her from eradicating the human species."
There was a defining silence.
May spoke in a low exhale. "What the fuck?"
"Mr Stark's a superhero?" Peter asked slowly.
Daisy shifted awkwardly. "Stark is… sure I only found two other kids of his. But he might have more who just haven't had their DNA recorded. He's a good hero but his life is… I'm not going to ask that man for help. And if you make contact with him you will never be safe. The press will hunt you down, his enemies will hunt you down and hurt you. It's not a good idea Peter."
"I…" Peter settled sullenly only to suddenly perk up again. "Our sister's a mechanical engineer. If we can't ask Mr Stark for help we can ask her. She'll be loads better at it than I am." His eyes turned to May. "And Daisy's arm bones won't fracture if we do that."
Daisy looked rather betrayed but also amused.
"Not on a school night, but Friday if you want to go meet your other sister you can." May gave Daisy a pointed look. "No powers till then. Fractured bones."
Chapter 2: Enter Darcy, Tired Co-edNotes:Right! So updating schedule is going to be Sun/Wed. And thank you for all the comments!
Quick note some shit I'm changing from the MCU/Comics cause fuck it. May is Peter's bio aunt. Mainly because the emotional stuff I can do with that is more fun. And also May deserves to brought in more centrally. Then Pietro Maximoff is alive, doing a miserable amount of physical therapy on the Barton farm. But he lives. Honestly his death was dumb and I love him in the comics so I'm keeping him. I'm stretching out the timeline for the Accords cause the timeframe from the movie is ridiculous and not feasible! Jesus christ. And I'm super stretching out the time from Ghost Rider to Framework in Agents of SHIELD. Just...the timeline was already whack so fuck it. Zemo from Civil War is just...I'm dropping him. He was dumb and his plot made no sense and he didn't need to exist for the plot to work. Probably some other minor stuff I'm forgetting. But figured a heads up was in order.
Chapter TextDarcy Lewis had forgotten what sleep was. She also found she understood Jane on a level she hadn't wanted to know her on. No wonder scientists were feral creatures that required babysitting. University forced them into bad habits. Just thinking of it Darcy grabbed a poptart and started eating. She would not turn into Jane, she would not.
She was half convinced she was hallucinating when she heard the knock on her door. Darcy rubbed at her eyes. Dear Thor what time was it? The clock said seven thirty pm. Huh, so early, she wouldn't have guessed that.
The knock on the door came again.
Was it worth it? Darcy groaned and began to slog from her bed to the door. She only tripped over one pile of murdered toasters. Finding cheap parts was difficult. Grabbing the door she yanked it open. "Yes?"
"You're Darcy!" A very excited middle schooler yelped in awe...high schooler?
The girl who looked around Darcy's age...maybe highschool, set a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Hi." She raised her other hand holding a massive take out bag from the Chinese place down the street. "Can we come in?"
"I'll have you know I tased Thor. Also I'm broke. So like go rob from someone else, if you want broken toasters I've got six of them." Darcy was way too tired and not stupid enough to let strangers into her apartment.
The girl rolled her eyes. "Please, this chinese is worth more than your apartment Lewis."
"And you know my name...is this a stalking thing? Cause I know I got humongous girls here but I'm an equal opportunity taser." Darcy's nose twitched at the smell wafting from the bag, that was kung pao chicken in there. Points to not being crazy serial killers.
Both of the strangers's eyes automatically flicked to her breasts. Then the oddest thing happened, both of their faces scrunched up in horror and disgust. The tween...teen?'s face turned bright red, eyes snapping to the ceiling. "Not thieves!"
The girl huffed out a laugh. "I'm afraid incest isn't my thing." She raised a brow pointedly. "Name's Daisy Johnson and this is Peter Parker and we're your siblings."
Darcy went to open her mouth and then paused. Her mom had always rocked the single mom thing till she'd met Brad a few years ago. And thanks to her Grams's photos Darcy knew her mom had partied. "You're asian." She looked at Daisy, and then to Peter. "Huh, so what was our dad a giant manwhore?"
"More than you can possibly imagine." Daisy looked vaguely disgusted. "Walking std does not describe it. And he rather famously uses condoms, which makes us the 1 in 99 hook ups."
Darcy stepped back and waved them in. "Don't mind the mess." She shuffled over to the kitchen part of the studio. Great Thor she didn't like this shit hole. "Make yourselves at home I guess?"
"I checked your order history, think I got your favorite," Daisy remarked while shutting the door behind her.
The kid, Peter, sounded awestruck. "Is that an NI ELVIS for data acquisition and control with 16 analog outputs and four inputs!?"
"You know what an NI ELVIS is?" Darcy looked at him in interest, and yes his eyes were bright with excitement.
Peter nodded so fast it looked like his head might fall out. "I prefer chemical sciences and physics but if you've got an Elvis you've got to be good at this stuff."
"I am? I mean never figured I'd be good at it. But you know teachers, they saw the girls and the bouncy hair and assumed I'd be bad at it and honestly I was just bored in their classes." Darcy shrugged.
Daisy snorted as she started pulling out chinese containers and setting them on the rickety table. "Apparently science and sarcasm is what we all got from our dad. Or well hacking in my case."
"You hack? Have a handle I might recognize? Cause this whole sibling thing, freaking me out but like might not be that bad." Darcy grabbed forks from her drawer, bumping it shut with her hip.
Daisy grinned, her eyes lighting up for the first time since she'd arrived. "Gave myself the name Skye when I was fifteen. Founding member of the Rising Tide, 'skyenet'."
"Holy hot tamales! You're skyenet!? The skyenet!?" Darcy gapped at her..half sister? "How old were you when you started? Twelve?!"
"Sixteen actually." Daisy's lips twitched. "Smarts are kinda our thing."
Peter grinned. "I made super webbing fluid at thirteen." He looked at Daisy with big brown eyes full of hero worship. But a smug little grin on his face.
Daisy looked at him with a raised brow. "I didn't go to fancy school, or even the same school for more than a year. I had to learn hacking from my boyfriend. I mean he turned out to be a douchebag, but you know he was useful first. And not my worst boyfriend."
"Wait webfluid?" Dary pinched the bridge of her nose. "So you two help out the Spiderman? Of course you do. Thor, next you'll say one of you is SHIELD."
"Former, technically." Daisy shrugged. "And yeah the kid helps the web swinger."
Peter pouted. "Oh come on, you have to trust family. And you said we're not talking to our dad, but yes to sister." He turned to Darcy. "I don't help Spiderman, I am Spiderman. And she's Quake."
"Really?" Daisy lightly slapped him upside the head as she turned to face him. "Have you never heard of a secret identity? That's lesson number one of powers is don't talk about powers."
Darcy grabbed her coffee pot. "Powers, of course you have powers. But Fight Club reference, I can live with that." She looked at her two siblings and the horrifying thing was that she believed them. "So should I be expecting powers?"
Peter winced. "No? Like I got bit by a radioactive spider? So don't really have one of those."
"I'm an inhuman, on my mom's side." Daisy shrugged. "Kung Pao Chicken?"
"Thor yes." Darcy grabbed the box while handing the forks over to Daisy. "So I'm guessing you used my DNA on file with SHIELD to find me?"
Daisy grinned while dropping into the half broken armchair. "It was surprisingly easy after I built the new SHIELD database."
"Ok it's bugging me. How old are you kid?" Darcy looked at Peter who'd just nabbed an eggroll.
He paused, squaring his shoulders. "Fourteen."
"Could have sworn you were younger." Darcy took a bite of her chicken, Thor that was good.
Daisy snickered. "It's the baby face."
"HEY!" Peter yelped.
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Daisy munched on her third eggroll. She softened at the sight of her siblings. Giving Peter this, a sister who wouldn't abandon him again. She could make sure they were safe, then leave before death reached them.
"So these gauntlets are super tacky. What if we change them to a plastic polymer with a rubber base?" Peter suggested from where he was bent over the table with Darcy.
Darcy made a groaning sound. "It'll crack, that's why the original engineer used this metal alloy." She tapped the damaged remains of Daisy's old gauntlets. "What if we made a metallic rubber weave?"
"It wouldn't hold the burden of anything past a rickter 2.4 vibration." Peter denied.
Daisy could feel her eyes glazing over, god it was almost as bad as Fitz and Simmons when they got started on a project. She hopped up and slipped out of the tiny crappy apartment. It was easy enough to slip up to the roof. She sat on the edge of the building, her legs hanging off. Pulling out her phone she stared at it.
-"Who is this?"- Jemma's voice came through, it was all frustration and british impatience.
Daisy smiled. "Hey."
-"DAISY!"- Jemma coughed before lowering her voice. -"Where are you? Are you ok? Do you need anything?"-
Her muscles relaxed for the first time in weeks. "I'm good, turns out the little bro and big sis got all the brains in the family."
-"Oh don't give yourself so little credit. You're very smart in your own way."- Jemma happily babbled. -"I don't know if I can get you anything, the new Director is very strict."-
Daisy's smile grew as she sat on the roof, the only lights the passing artifice of the city. "It's ok, Peter's very determined to fix my gauntlets, his aunt was upset about the whole fractured bone thing."
-"That is completely barbaric. You can't just keep breaking yourself!"- Jemma whisper shrieked.
Daisy laughed at that. "I'm doing better."
-"If you just came back I could take care of you. It'd be like old times."- Jemma wheedled.
She looked at the people going about their business down below. "I can't come back. Maybe death does follow me, maybe it doesn't. But I can't keep losing people."
-"Daisy, please you're throwing away your career, friends who love you. Lincoln wouldn't want you to be alone."- Jemma begged.
Daisy clucked her tongue. "I can't go back to SHIELD."
-"Well maybe you can stay with your family. Find a purpose there? You know you'll always be my best friend. But if you need a new family then well maybe these people can be that family?"-
She sighed. "I'm not staying long. Just keep them safe. They're better off without me."
-"We weren't better off without you."- There was clicking on her end. -"You built us up, saved millions of lives. Will you consider it, please?"-
"Maybe once I have them secure I can….I don't know...get a new van." Daisy ran a hand through her hair. "Thank you for being, well you."
-"You're certainly welcome, though I'm unsure what that means."- Jemma made a particular sound. -"Did I tell you Fitz took me to-"-
Daisy closed her eyes while letting herself listen to Jemma ramble on about Fitz. It was good to hear about something that felt normal. She didn't miss SHIELD, but she missed the people though. Letting her head fall back she sighed, she'd have to buy Jemma and Fitz an apartment. Honestly they'd never agree on a place in their budget. This was...peaceful.
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Darcy passed a frozen bag of peas to Daisy. "So you're really my half sister then. Gotta say, life just keeps getting more and more whack."
"Good way of putting it." Daisy passed a beer to Darcy. "You've been pretty chill about the half siblings, superhero and vigilante things."
Darcy snorted. "Please, I tased the god of thunder, had my ipod stolen by a secret agent, had my boss lady get possessed with a magical space rock, there were some portals, then changed my major from political science to mechanical engineering. Which was somehow harder than the alien mumbo jumbo."
"I get that." Daisy took a long sip of her beer. "It's one weird world."
Darcy raised her beer and clinked their bottles together. She eyed her sister, they looked quite different, likely the most different of the three of them. But she recognized something there, that same thing that had told her to let them into her apartment. "You're planning on leaving Peter sometime soon aren't you?"
"Death follows wherever I go." Daisy shifted the frozen peas on her horrifically bruised and swollen forearm.
She paused, eyebrows raising. "I mean that's bullshit. But I'll look out for the kid once you decide to disappear. He's sweet." Darcy glanced over to where Peter was passed out on the couch and snoring, the pink penguin blanket tucked carefully over him. "If you don't keep in touch he'll be heartbroken."
"He'll be something special." Daisy hissed as the peas shifted slightly in the bag. "Make sure you take a look at his goggles, they're something alright."
Darcy nodded. "So, the invite to family dinner tomorrow?"
"Aunt May will hunt you down if you don't show. That woman is almost as effective at getting her way as the other May I know."
There was a slightly awkward silence. Darcy fiddled with the label on her beer bottle. Honestly, the kid helped with breaking the ice. "So if you were SHIELD, that mean you ever met Coulson? Cause for a suit he was pretty awesome."
"He ever show you Lola?" Daisy grinned.
She paused. "Agentman had a girlfriend?"
"His car." Daisy snorting before bursting into giggles. "Though he did have a thing with the cellist and then I think he and May are starting to have a thing."
Darcy paused. "Starting?"
"You didn't get the 'he's alive' memo when SHIELD fell?" Daisy reached out with her less damaged arm and patted her on the shoulder. "Yeah details suck, moral of the story is if it dies don't use alien blood to resurrect them." She took a long drink from her bottle. "Unless they're already part alien."
Darcy banged her head against the table. "How is it that every time you open your mouth there's just...so much there."
"Hazard of SHIELD." Daisy frowned. "Or hazard of me."
Darcy stared at her sister. "You are a serious downer. You know that right?"
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Peter yawned as he stumbled into the kitchen. He scratched at his tummy as he poured coffee into his nerd mug. Eyes half closed he dumped sugar and milk into his mug. Carting the milk and his coffee to the table he set them down before fumbling for a bowl and cereal.
"It's hard to believe he has super reflexes." May's voice chimed in.
Daisy replied, laughter in her voice. "I don't know, it's impressive he hasn't run into anything."
"We haven't rearranged furniture in years." May replied in good humor.
He grumbled. "The worst." Peter slumped into his chair and proceeded to drown his cereal in milk.
There was giggling from both of them, the traitors. May cleared her throat. "So what are your plans for today Daisy?"
"I was going to get the supplies for go bags. Well the basics. It's important that if anyone finds out Peter's identity that you two can get out till I can get to you." There was a clink as Daisy set down her own mug of coffee. "And I'm going to need some paintball equipment."
May sighed. "Do I want to know why you need paintball equipment?"
"I'm not letting Peter get shot. Bulletproof suit, no pajamas. And he's going to learn how to avoid gunfire." Daisy reached out punching his shoulder.
"Ow." Peter rubbed at his arm. He then stilled, eyes opening fully for the first time all morning. "Wait, you're going to teach me how to dodge bullets?!"
Daisy looked at him like he was an idiot. "You want to be a superhero, that means dodging training." She grinned. "And I get shooting practice."
"If it keeps him from getting hurt you can shoot him with as many paintballs as possible." May sighed looking at him. "I know you're a hero. But do you have to go out there right now?" She reached out touching his hand.
Peter swallowed. "Uncle Ben said with great power comes great responsibility. And I… how do I not do anything when I can?"
"Power comes with a bunch of crap you're not ready for, so we'll get you used to it so this world doesn't consume you and spit you out." Daisy was kind, but also sad as she looked at him. It was…
He ducked away from his sister's look. "Yeah, I'll do whatever I can to do better."
"Save me for I have been blessed by the best of people in my life." May took Daisy's hand and squeezed it gently. "Both of you."
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Darcy rolled her eyes as she spotted her new sibling in the shitty diner she waited tables for. She stepped over and set a glass of water down. "Anyone know you're here kid?"
"Daisy said something about homework, but she'll be here in a bit." He grinned, practically bouncing in his seat. "So I had a thought. Daisy's got her old gauntlets from like two evolutions ago, and they're kinda busted cause she stripped the tracking system out. But we could repair it right?"
She considered it. "That would be doable. Cause shock absorbing gauntlets are beyond what we have the equipment to make. But repair? I can do that."
"Sweet! Cause I already nicked them." Peter cheerfully gulped from his water glass.
Darcy snorted. "I'm not serving you anything with caffeine."
"That's...fine. Can I at least have some fries?" He gave her the biggest big brown puppy eyes.
She reached out ruffling his hair and stalked back to the kitchen. Darcy shot a look at the other waitress. "Caroline cover for me? I'm gonna hang with the kid since it's slow."
"He's illegally too young for you." Caroline dropped her hands onto her hips.
Darcy rolled her eyes. "Please, I like men, thank you very much. And that's my half brother and our half sister is apparently crashing later. Turns out our dad was a manwhore."
"Huh, three of you...really?" Caroline whistled. "Well hot damn."
Darcy filled out an order form for Peter and Daisy, she'd seen them eat. One order of fries her ass. "Knew my dad was a deadbeat, didn't know he was a slut. What can you do though?"
"At least he's not in jail. Is he in jail? It could be something we have in common besides this shitty job." Caroline perked up slightly.
Darcy sniggared. "If only, the female population would be safer from STDs."
"Eh, three kids on different women isn't too bad." Caroline snapped her table rag at her.
She hopped backwards with a huff. "We're from condom slips. Enough sex for three condom slips that led to kids."
"Seriously? Damn. Never mind. He's a manwhore among manwhores. Is that something to be disgusted by or to congratulate you for?" Her friend's face scrunched in confusion.
Darcy actually considered that. Not that she'd processed Tony fucking Stark was her bio dad yet. But… "Well at least he gave me great bone structure and amazing hair."
"Fair enough." Caroline sighed as she spotted a new customer coming in. She flipped her hair and plastered on a fake smile.
Darcy filled a plastic cup with ice and sprite. She slid it in front of Peter and dropped onto the cracked vinyl seat. "So why the superhero gig? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"Half day today." Peter slurped from his soda. "Thanks for this."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're paying for it."
Darcy stared at the notebook in front of Daisy. "You're going to make us learn code?"
"Evac options and methods of making sure we can warn each other if something happens. We're in a city that's been invaded by aliens, and gets hit by egocentric idiots at least three times a year and we're all targets."
Peter picked up the pack of colored pencils. "We could do color codes? It's easier to drop into conversation that way."
"Fuck it, I'd like not to get squished by an alien. So does this mean safe houses?" Darcy clouched back in the booth.
Daisy seemed to relax. "Safe houses are...I'm working on setting one up for you. But typically you just need to disappear for a few days. Which just means find the cheapest, rattiest motel you can and watch crap tv and get food from the local gas station."
"Do we at least get a go bag with cleaning supplies and sheets in it then?" Darcy's nose wrinkled. Shitty motels were so gross.
"It's the basics." Daisy huffed out a laugh for the first time since they'd met. "Gross, but necessary."
Peter dunked a fry into the ketchup. "I get to help with villains right?"
"Not till you graduate highschool." Daisy stole one of Peter's fries. "Evacuation of civilians at most."
Darcy nodded. "I'm with her. So my job in all these plans is basically, run and hide right?"
"I'm sure we can come up with a few involving your taser." Daisy's eyes had a knowing glint.
Darcy cleared her throat. "Whether or not I have a technically illegal military grade taser in my purse is none of your business."
"But you threatened to tase us?" Peter looked at her in confusion.
Daisy shared an amused look with Darcy before replying with a quirk of her lips. "The mysterious ways of women." Daisy's head tilted. "Which keep it in mind that women are far more likely to stab you with their keys or have a weapon of some kind on their person."
".....why?" Peter looked between them, eyes wide in alarm.
Darcy folded her hands in front of her. "Alright, listen to me whippersnapper. As a small time hero you're going to be helping a lot of women with creepy dudes. Now.."
Darcy snorted into her milkshake. "We are not making a plan for what to do if one of us is turned into a gerbil. There's no way."
"It could happen!" Peter protested.
Chapter 3: Villain of the Week: Yappy DogsNotes:Yo! You guys are amazing! And I got a shocking amount of writing done this week. And it's looking like this thing is probably going to be around twentyish chapters. But honestly I could stumble on a plot point that balloons that so not sure.
Chapter TextPeter whooped as he slung himself over the top of three shipping containers. He ducked and rolled just as he'd been taught, before popping back up onto his feet. "That was AWESOME!"
"You did good, kid." Daisy clapped him in the shoulder with her good arm. Her right arm was in a bright pink cast with unicorn stickers on it. It was ridiculous and went all the way up to her shoulder.
He bounced on his toes. "So what's next?"
"Since I'm an arm down." Daisy gave a pointed look at her arm. "For no reason.-"
"It was shattered!" He interjected.
She sighed. "We're working on the basics. And you're not going out there without a bulletproof suit."
Peter hopped over to her laptop. "Did you find fabric that was bulletproof?"
"I sometimes forget we live in America." Daisy reached over switching tabs on her browser. "There is a legit company that just makes bullet proof shi---stuff. The backpacks were particularly disturbing."
"Oh that's messed up." He winced at the picture of a little girl holding a bullet proof bag.
Daisy clicked off. "Well the fabric should be here tomorrow, and I got you a backpack from them too. Also just...I bought a lot of stuff from them. I didn't expect my life to be filled with as many bullets as it is, but here we are."
"You know…" He trailed off wiggling his eyebrows.
She paused. "We're not suggesting powered quidditch to the Avengers."
"We so are, but no." He grinned. "If you're gonna be helping me out you're gonna need a mask."
Daisy paused. "I'm not a hero, vigilante maybe."
"According to the law heroes are vigilantes, or well most of us." He nudged her. "But my friends have seen you, and you're like super cool so they def will recognize you."
Daisy shoved him off. "Go stretch, then run the course again. Let's see if you can shave down some time."
"Do you have to shoot paintballs at me?" He winced slightly while poking at one of the many bright orange spots littering his old suit.
She grinned, showing just a bit too many teeth. "It amuses me."
"You'll think about the mask?" He skipped backwards.
Daisy rolled her eyes while picking up the paintball gun. "I'm covering your antics with a sniper rifle once you're trained up and in a safer suit."
"It's a great idea!" Peter laughed as he kept walking backwards. "YOU LOVE IT!"
"OW!"
"What did you do to yourself?" Ned hissed over his sandwich. "Did someone mug you?"
Peter leaned forward. "My sister's teaching me how to throw a punch." He poked at his fading black eye. "She has an arm in a cast and she still nailed me this morning." He pouted, it was no fair.
"That's so rad." Ned gaped, his eyes wide. "I still can't believe your dad never told you he had a kid when he was a teenager."
Peter froze for a moment. "Yes, cause that's what he did. So weird my dad never said anything." He cleared his throat. "Speaking of I have two sisters? And Darcy is like two years older than Daisy."
"Dude! Your dad could…." Ned paused at the expression on Peter's face. "I mean that's nice… is your newer new sister super cool too?"
Peter beamed, he and Darcy had made real progress. "She's super smart. But like Daisy is super badass right? Darcy's cool, but just not badass. Though she did tase Thor! So I think I just have the most badass sisters ever."
"Really!?" Ned took a large bite out of his sandwich. "What are the chances of that? I mean she has to be awesome if she tased Thor."
He enthusiastically nodded. "Darcy is letting me help her with her new grad project. She wants to create these shock absorbers. It's going to change so much! Like the applications are sweet. And she told me I can meet her boss when the semester ends and she goes back to her internship!"
"Who's her boss?" Ned took a sip from his milk carton.
Peter side eyed that no one was paying attention. "Doctor Jane Foster! The astrophysicist!"
"No way!" Ned's eyes were round like saucers. "You gotta introduce me to your sisters!"
He nodded excitedly. "Of course, you're my best friend."
"This year is dope. How do you get all the awesome family members? Like even your Aunt May is really nice." Ned pulled out a magazine. "Before I forget, did you see this? Ironman stopped some doombots last night."
Peter stared at the pictures and it kinda hit him that that was his dad. Like the coolest superhero he'd ever read about. The dude he had a poster of in his room. That was his dad, Tony Stark genius and hero was his dad. And holy shit...he got why Daisy didn't want to meet the man. Like that was terrifying to think about.
Peter swung in Darcy's open window. "Sup Sis!"
"Motherfucking shitballs!" Darcy spun around, screwdriver brandished in her hand. "You can't do that! Heart attacks are real and they kill." She pushed her safety goggles up, one hand pressed against her chest. "Call first, for realsies."
He pouted while grabbing a glass of water from the tiny kitchenette. "Wanted to hit you up before Daisy leaves the tailor she's bribing to make the suit."
"Huh, never thought I'd be the normal one in the family." She spun on her spinny stool to face him. "What up baby bro?"
Peter hopped up on the counter after chugging his cup of water. "Sooooo…. Daisy is like planning on disappearing in her van. Which is super cool, but not good? Like she should be safe and here."
"An intervention isn't gonna work kiddo." Darcy tossed him a granola bar. "Like she's a badass. Do not repeat that to your aunt. But Daisy'll have jack booted thug agent types crawling all over her if she stays too long."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Duh, but like what if we make it so the thug agents can't get to her?"
"Pranking the government. Excellent idea young padawan. You have a plan already?" Darcy's brows rose, it probably would have been more impressive if she didn't look like she just needed a nap.
He bounced slightly. "We just have to make people like her too much for it to be worth the media attention!"
"PR...your plan is PR?" Darcy's head tilted to the side, a thoughtful expression. "We could do it, maybe… You've got the friendly neighborhood hero thing going. And really it just has to be too much of a media event for SHIELD to steer clear."
Peter nodded excited that she understood. "See we just have to have her known enough and like publicized enough mean agent people can't like grab her."
"So PR, we could do that. But kid, she doesn't want to stay." Darcy picked up a half empty redbull can and knocked it back. She opened her mouth and then paused, her head tilting to the side. "But you know… our sis is really protective."
Peter considered that. "So if I stumble into big enough trouble she'll have to stay and help me?"
Darcy ran a hand through her hair. "That's super stupid, dumb dumb."
He pouted. "But it would work."
"And she and your Aunt May would lock you in your room with enough duct tape to keep even you from escaping. It'd be all distance learning and eating out of a straw till they were sure you weren't going to get yourself killed." Darcy stuck a pencil behind one ear. "That's straight up Loony Toon logic bud."
Peter slumped onto the shitty couch. "So you have any idea how to get her to stay?"
"We gotta let her do her thing. Like let the bird out of the cage. 'Sides, she likes us. Figure it'll be a bit like a boomerang." Darcy picked up a screwdriver.
He picked up his goggles so his fingers had something to fiddle with. "I don't want her to go. She'll get herself hurt."
"Probably. But you both are dumbass hero types." Darcy tightened something inside the guts of her project. "It's got to be a family thing. Cause I'm going back to my internship that's two for two on the alien invasions as soon as I finish up the semester. And your tiny butt is going to stop muggers and traffic accidents even if we conspire to steal your pajamas from ya. So we gotta let Daisy go do her dumbass thing too."
Peter sighed, shoulders slumping. "I still don't like it."
"Tough luck." Darcy's tongue stuck out slightly as she twisted, clearly reaching a mostly covered screw head. "So, how's the goggles going?"
He pulled up the glasses repair kid and opened up the side. "Mostly good, think I can open them up to a bit more light."
"Have you considered using a film so they only let in specific wavelengths of light instead of just dimming all light?" Darcy suggested, looking up from her advanced shock absorber.
Peter lit up. "Oh my god that's brilliant!"
"I know." Darcy smirked.
He grabbed his crate of spider projects. "I can make different sets for different times of day! Night vision here I come!"
"Just don't forget it's family movie night. We're watching Hairspray, my pick and I'll put glitter in your web shooters if you try to skip, it's non optional." She waved the screwdriver in his face in mock threat.
Peter held up his hands with a laugh. "Got it, got it." He rocked forward. "But we work on the gauntlets after Daisy passes out tonight right?"
"Totes, see if you can deconstruct them before tonight though. If they're already taken apart it'll go faster once we start working on them." Darcy picked up some rolled up notebook pages and passed them over. "And keep track of the small bits. The less we have to replicate the better."
He nodded. "They're super nice. SHIELD had to have really liked her."
"A budget. What I'd do for secret agent budget." Darcy pouted.
"Eh, we can do better. We'll care more." Peter stuffed the instructions into his backpack.
Darcy's face was amused. "Yeah, we'll make them better."
Peter yanked some gummy worms out of his bag. "Do you think red light or blue light would be easier for the goggles?" He picked his goggles back up
"Why not make both? You'd have back ups if one gets damaged." Darcy pulled her hair back with a glittery scrunchy. "You're sharing those worms."
He cocked his head to one side. "Study sessions have to have snacks."
"Very good young padawan." Darcy solemnly nodded.
Peter filled with sudden excitement. "After you graduate we should make lightsabers!!"
"Fuck it, let's do it." Darcy high fived him.
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Darcy's eyes closed in delight at the first taste of hot food she hadn't had to make herself. "Aunt May is this risotto?"
"It is!" May Parker ruffled Peter's hair where he was inhaling his food too fast to taste. And honestly Daisy was eating at about the same rate. "Not that anyone else here is tasting it."
Daisy's cheeks pinked slightly. "Thank you for dinner Aunt May."
"Honestly, you two have black holes for stomachs." May patted Daisy's cheek before settling into the armchair.
Darcy hummed as she sipped at the glass of wine she'd secured for herself. "You'll have to send me the recipe Aunt May. I haven't made anything that didn't involve a microwave in days."
"You're always welcome to come for dinner here." May smiled fondly at the three of them squashed on the couch. "You're family. Besides, Daisy already lives here."
"Temporarily." Daisy chimed in.
Peter stuck his tongue out at Daisy. "That's so dumb. You should just stay."
"I've got an international gang to track down." Daisy elbowed Peter. "Once they surface again I'll need to chase after."
May lowered her wine glass. "You'll always have a room with us."
Darcy heard the soft hitch in her sister's throat. She spoke up before Daisy could combust. "So one of my classmates from undergrad emailed me about something called the Accords. Sounds like bad news."
"I've read them." Daisy shot her a look of gratitude. "They're bad news."
May took a gulp of her wine before speaking. "Do you think they'll pass?"
"Maybe?" Darcy chewed on her lower lip. "Like people are scared."
Daisy chewed her bite of risotto with prejudice. "With Inhumans going through terrigenesis everywhere it's...aliens and powered people are affecting everyone. There's a lot of people who support exterminating those who aren't quite human."
"Surely it won't come to that?" May looked pale, her eyes focusing on Peter, squashed in the middle of the couch.
Peter's face was crinkled as he looked up. "Why can't we stop it from happening? I mean the Accords are bad right? They'd register everyone with powers and registering citizens isn't good right?"
"No, it's not good." Daisy wrapped an arm around Peter's shoulders, her elbow bumping into Darcy slightly. "But there's nothing we can do. Not without making things worse."
Peter's frown deepened. "But our dad could stop it couldn't he? I mean he's Tony Stark. Everyone loves Ironman."
"Rumor has it he's in favor of them actually," Darcy said gently. She shared a concerned look with Daisy. "The Accords won't hold up legally for more than a few years. It's probably best you two keep your heads down till they are repealed by Congress."
Peter was properly mulish. As he looked around the three of them. "Why don't we just talk to him? I mean we're his kids! He'd have to listen right? Like he's Mr Stark."
"You'd have better luck convincing his lawyers." Darcy sighed. "Look, hero types aren't half bad. I'm buds with Thor. But they have a tendency to like just do their own thing. And forget the other folks. I mean Thor ditched his 'Lady Jane' for over a year cause it wasn't part of the big save the day bit. So dumb, Janey's the best. And the smartest gal I know."
Aunt May cleared her throat. "So why don't you make sure Stark's lawyers convince him it's a bad idea? He's got to listen to his lawyers."
"He listens to Potts, and Potts listens to lawyers." Darcy allowed.
Daisy blinked. "I suppose I could hack them and piss them off enough they'd have to do something?"
"I can find online nerds who broke down Accords on reddit or something and link you to it?" Peter grinned. "I've already finished the whole semester's homework in computer science."
Darcy took a long drink of wine. "If we're doing this we're doing it right. No linking it back to us. I doubt Stark likes people hacking SI."
"Is planning vigilante crime before the previews a movie night a thing now?" May asked a sort of helpless resignation to her.
Darcy snorted. "Crime, risotto and Hairspray? What the heck, sounds pretty cool to me."
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Daisy stared at her baby bro. "I'll be shadowing you from the roofs. With a dendrotoxin sniper rifle. So two hours of low risk hero-ing."
"But I can wear the new suit?" He bounced on his toes.
She held out the bullet proof red and blue suit, complete with his newest version of his sense deprivation goggles. "Duh, the new suit is dope. Just remember petty crime only."
"I'm gonna rock this!" Peter hopped and then disappeared into his room to change into his suit.
Daisy huffed fondly. With a little smile she made her way into the kitchen. "Aunt May."
"He's going to be safe?" She asked.
"I promise to look after him. And his abilities are...he's got a built in alarm system for when things are going to hurt him. And I've got his back. Not to mention I'm setting up a computer surveillance program so you and Darcy can keep an eye on him once I'm gone."
May laid a hand on her forearm. "You're leaving that soon then?"
"Heard some chatter about a gang no one else is looking into because they're still pretty small time. But if I'm right they aren't small time at all." Daisy rubbed at the back of her neck. "Thank you for everything. Peter is luckier than he knows to have you."
She hugged her. "We'll miss you."
Daisy froze at the contact. She cleared her throat...she didn't know how to escape without hurting the woman's feelings. Stiffly she patted at May's back. It was nice, she just didn't… she didn't know May Parker well enough for this. But she liked the woman. Slowly she softened.
"Will you tell Peter tonight?" May pulled back finally, though she kept a hold on Daisy's upper arms.
She shook her head. "Naw, let him have a week to enjoy the hero shtick."
Daisy bit her lip to keep from laughing out right as she watched Peter's exciting day of hero-ing turn into walking old ladies home while carrying their groceries. It was cute. She tapped her ear piece. "Darcy, what do you think about making cookies?"
"Only if you help me test my new shock absorber. I think I had a breakthrough." Darcy's voice changed. "Wait, aren't you two out on patrol?"
Peter came through. "Can you at least pretend I'm gonna do something cool? Pleaseee?"
"How's the free churro?" Daisy teased lightly.
Daisy sipped at her slurpy, her feet hanging off the edge of the building. "Today exciting enough for you?"
"Ok that yappy dog was terrifying!" Peter pouted as sipped from his own slurpy.
She elbowed him while grinning. "It's tiny poodle teeth were going to rip right through your kevlar protected ankles."
"Shut up." He mumbled into his straw.
Daisy hummed. "So while you were hiding in a tree from a teacup poodle I was infecting SI's servers to make the accords the default screen in the legal department. Also PR, shouldn't hurt."
"If this doesn't work shouldn't we try and at least talk to Mr Stark?" Peter sucked on his slurpy with far too much enthusiasm before cringing. "Cold headache, shooting knife pains."
She considered knocking him off the rooftop, he'd survive. "We are not getting involved in the crazy that is the Avengers. That's how we end up in powered people gulags. Especially with the public mood we stay under the radar."
"Like blowing up Watchdog warehouses is under the radar." Peter snorted.
Daisy knocked him off the roof.