FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

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FOSTER CHILD | ACT ONE
scene twelve : seismic sense

"I DONT want to do this anymore." Isla grunted as she fell on the ground, gasping for air as Hope's thighs clasped around her neck.

Scott had quickly gave her the minor details of the mission before Isla got dressed to join their training session downstairs. He had told her all about Ant-man suit and how Darren Cross's plan to remake the suit and sell it as a weapon

When Scott told Isla she could finally join in on the mission Isla was over the moon, she couldn't have been happier. She expect to just be told the details at best, maybe even help plan some things hear and there and control some of the ants. She didn't know that joining a life-threatening mission meant being thrown around the room like a rag doll.

"I'm just happy it's not me this time." Scott joked, smiling as he ate his M&Ms.

"This time?" Isla cocked her brow, adjusting herself to sit on her arms after Hope had gotten off of her.

Hope playfully rolled her eyes. "Stop being dramatic and get up." Hope held out her hand which Isla hesitatingly accepted, wanting to take a longer breather before getting beat up by Hope again.

She rolled her shoulders a few times, readying herself as Hope walked away from, her creating a fair distance between the both of them. Isla mimicked Hope as she curled her fists. Hope lunged forward with ease, stunning Isla as she punched the bridge of her nose.

Isla held onto her nose, her eyes watering as she ducked down, dodging another punch from Hope. "You said you'd warn me next time."

"You don't need a warning."

Isla swiftly deflected a kick, her elbow swooping up and knocking into Hope's chin. As Hope staggered backwards, Isla grabbed into Hope's arm, smiling as she gave Hope an Indian burn. She twirled behind her, using her other arm to put Hope into a head lock, immobilising her.

"Indian burn really?" Was all Hope said before she threw herself forward, Isla's body flying over her shoulder causing her to slam
her back on the floor. Isla coughed, her hand reaching for her back as she rolled around on the floor.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" Isla groaned, reaching for her inhaler and taking a puff out of it. "Can't I be your guy in the chair or something."

"We need you inside so you can get better seismic readings of the building around you." Hope said, readjusting the straps on her hands.

"Right," Isla huffed out, taking another puff of her inhaler as she still felt breathless,  "and since when did I ever say I can sense movement from miles away?"

"You didn't have to say it."A new voice appeared, everyone's head whipped around as they turned to look at Hank. "We figured it out ourselves."

"You figured something out before me?" Isla sat upright on the floor. "What are you? My therapist."

"I highly doubt that you go to therapy." Hope said, taking a clear dig at Isla's anger issues.

"You're right," Isla pushed herself up from the floor and brushed the dirt off of herself. "I don't. Stopped going in fifth grade because my therapist said 'I was a mini monster.'"