Avengers:The life of Morgan stark

Chapter 31- Your not the avengers

Peter quietly entered the gym, his eyes immediately falling on Morgan as she unleashed her frustrations on the punching bag. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to approach her or give her some space, but ultimately decided to step forward.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice breaking the silence of the room. "Mind if I join you?"

Morgan paused mid-swing, turning to look at Peter with a mixture of surprise and exhaustion in her eyes. She shook her head slightly, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Sure, why not," she replied, her voice hoarse from shouting earlier. "I could use the company."

Peter nodded, crossing the room to stand beside her. He grabbed a spare pair of gloves and began to wrap his hands, his movements methodical and precise.

"So... rough day?" he asked, trying to break the tension that hung in the air.

Morgan let out a bitter laugh, her fists clenching and unclenching as she tried to regain her composure. "You could say that," she muttered, her voice heavy with emotion. "Dad dropped a bombshell on me tonight. Apparently, I'm not cut out to be an Avenger, it's not like I was a trained assassin for 8 years".

Peter's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his expression sympathetic. "Wow, that sucks," he said, his tone filled with genuine concern. "I'm sorry, Morgan. That's... really unfair."

Morgan nodded, her jaw clenched as she tried to push down the wave of anger that threatened to consume her. "Yeah, tell me about it," she muttered, her gaze fixed on the punching bag in front of her.

For a few moments, they lapsed into silence, the only sound filling the room the rhythmic thud of their fists against the bags. But despite the heaviness of the situation, there was a sense of camaraderie between them, a shared understanding born from their similar struggles.

As they continued to punch and kick, side by side, Morgan felt a flicker of hope ignite within her.

Morgan paused mid-punch, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as an idea began to form in her mind. "Hey, Pete"she said, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. "What if we went on missions together, but I kept my face hidden? That way, dad wouldn't find out, and we could still kick some serious bad-guy butt."

Peter's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his expression torn between amusement and disbelief. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Morgan nodded eagerly, her grin widening. "Absolutely," she replied, her tone determined. "Think about it, Peter. We could be like the ultimate stealth duo, taking down bad guys without anyone even knowing I'm there. It'd be epic."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, his own excitement growing at the prospect of embarking on secret missions with his newfound partner-in-crime. "You know what?" he said, his smile widening. "I think it's worth a shot".

Together, they continued to brainstorm ideas, their laughter echoing through the empty gym as they plotted their first covert operation.
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As Morgan and Peter prowled through the streets of New York, their senses heightened and adrenaline coursing through their veins, they stumbled upon a scene straight out of a comic book. A group of masked individuals, each adorned with the likeness of their favorite Avengers, was in the midst of a brazen bank robbery.

Morgan's heart pounded with excitement as she pulled her mask tighter, feeling the rush of anticipation surging through her. Beside her, Peter donned his own makeshift disguise, his eyes alight with determination. Without exchanging a word, they shared a nod, a silent understanding passing between them.