"Tragedy struck 2 weeks ago as famous, well-renowned 3 times over Cancer survivor and miracle cure creator, Sandy Lopez, passed away in her sleep." Tony turned his head from his phone and glanced up at the television. "Hey, turn it up." Steve and the others glanced over before turning the tv up.

"Sandy was 7 years old when she first had a cancer attack. She had it until she was 14 when, finally, the chemo worked and cancer left her lungs. Sandy went on to study how cancer attacks and destroys the body and was a mere 3 days away from an early submission to Harvard University, nearly 5 years before anyone else when Sandy went down with blood cancer. Sandy continued to study from the hospital and was released when she was 20. Sandy had a clean 10 years of no major health problems and married George Lopez, another cancer survivor. They went on many holidays and trips away and, at 34, Sandy fell pregnant with her daughter. Neither Sandy or George ever disclosed the name or looks of their baby girl. She wasn't seen in public for 17 years. Unfortunately, Sandy had been seriously ill with another cancer attack for only 3 weeks before it took her. Her daughter has confirmed that it was a mass number of 6 tumours in her brain that took her life away at 51 years old, " Tony frowned and picked his phone back up, ready to dial the number. "The daily bugle magazine company are under fire from the public for following Sandy's daughter to her funeral last night. "Miss Lopez? Can you say a few words? What was she like? Was she as arrogant as sources claim?" A witness's video on Twitter confirmed. "Get your fucking camera out of my face before I break it," A distraught, recently named Samantha, replied. She was then later seen taking the camera out of the man's hands and putting it in the trash. The public have supported her in her actions," Tony felt like his heart had been crushed. He got up and left the room, leaving the other avengers concerned.

~

"Welcome to the tower, Miss Lopez." Sam walked into the large room as she followed Tony Stark into an even bigger room where all the avengers sat. She sat down and crossed her legs at the knee and sighed. "Please don't call me that, Sam will do fine." A (coloured?) guy in the corner snorted and Sam whipped her head around, "Something funny?" He smirked, "I'm Sam." Samantha sighed, "Fine, Sammy." Tony sat next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Tony, who is that?" Steve spoke up, his voice defensive. "My niece, Samantha Lopez." The avengers gaped and gasped. "Yeah, awesome. Where's my room? I want some alone time." Tony winced, "Your room is still under construction. You can bunk with the youngest Avenger, Peter. You'll get along great," Sammy nodded and made her way the hall shouting out to FRIDAY about where to go.

~

5 weeks later and Sammy was a bit better. She bunked with Peter whenever she was sad or unhappy, he didn't seem to mind. Sammy'd already had so many scares across her life that her mother was going to die, that when she actually did... she already knew the pain a little bit. The nights she was with Peter, he would massage her scalp until she fell asleep and then he would take her to her room.

Sammy wasn't crushing on Peter... was she?

~

Tony had nearly busted them on many occasions. The last one was probably the worst. It was one of the worst heatwaves recorded in NYC for over 50 years. Peter was on his bed in his boxer shorts with no shirt on and Sammy was on the floor with her back against the bed. Sammy had a sports bra on and some very short shorts on... it did look like they'd just had sex.

Peter was massaging her head even though it was really hot. It was 1 in the morning but Sammy had just woken up from a horrible nightmare. She let out a small groan as Peter hit a good spot on her head...

just as Tony came in.

"WHAT THE FUCK???" Sammy sighed as she pulled her head up, "What?"

"Why the hell are you in Parker's room, practically naked???" Sammy raised an eyebrow, "He's giving me a head massage." Tony rolled his eyes, "Yeah, ok. Why were you moaning then? And why the fuck are you both practically naked!?" Sammy rolled her eyes, "A) He hit a good spot on my head and B) Cus we're hot!" Sammy and Tony continued to argue for a small while as Peter sat there quietly, too scared to say anything. "OH MY GOD, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, YOU'RE NOT MY MOM OR DAD!" Sammy yelled and Tony's face changed so quickly, Peter got whiplash, "Oh yeah, like you have one! Where ARE THEY THEN?!" Immediately, Tony's face went from anger to guilt and Sammy's eyes filled with tears. Peter got up and walked to Sammy but she took off out of the room, crying. "FUCKING CANCER TOOK THEIR LIVES!" She screamed as she fled the room. Tony looked at Peter and sighed. "I've really screwed the pooch on this one, haven't I?" Peter nodded and left the room.

Peter held Sammy as she cried in his arms until 7 in the morning. She eventually fell asleep in his arms. Peter picked her up bridal style and took her to the bed. He laid her down and went to leave but her hand wrapped around his bicep. "Stay?" She asked. Peter smiled and got in the bed with her. She curled into his chest so her back was against it and his legs wrapped around her legs.

They fell asleep curled into each others arms.