FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

xix.

FOSTER CHILD | ACT ONE
scene nineteen: new york, new york II

"DON'T THINK FOR A SECOND YOU CAN LEAVE THIS CAR YOUNG LADY."

Isla sighed as she flopped back into the car seat, throwing her bag off her shoulder. Looks like Ms Vane's pity had definitely come to an end.

"What on earth was going through your mind?" Ms Vane said through gritted teeth. "Running away like that to find your dad, your criminal dad."

Isla rolled her eyes and sank into her seat. "He's not a criminal."

Ms Vane titled her head and cocked her eyebrow, in a way that said 'really?' "Well his records say otherwise."

Isla lifted her head up and jutted out her chin as she turned to Ms Vane. "Well he's my dad so I think I had the right to do so."

"Really now?" Ms Vane challenged, glaring at the younger girl. "You are fourteen year old girl, a minor. Underage. Until you're a legal adult you are semi-under my care and under the care of Ms Harrington so you had no right to do so without consulting me first!"

"I just wanted to see him, find out more about myself."

"Cut the bulltshit." Ms Vane responded harshly, not buying Isla's act. "You and I both know you're not fond of the man."

Isla shrugged, tucking her knees into her arms."Well things change."

"Change? He made you apart of a heist. One that almost got you killed, yeah that's right I heard you fell out a helicopter."

Isla covered her mouth with her palms, letting out an incoherent scream. "Paxton said he wouldn't tell anybody." Isla groaned, rolling her head back against the headboard.

Ms Vane smirked, her hand flopping as she handed Isla her prescription bottles. "His partner cracks under pressure."

Isla snatched them out of her, inspecting the bottle. "He tell you anymore?" She joked, the bottle rattling as she stuffed it into her bag.

"No." She responded, dramatically tapping her chin as she looked up in the sky, fake pondering."Oh wait! How could I forget, you hijacked and stole a car with your uncle!"

Isla chuckled, smacking her head. She had forgotten all about the stolen car. "You can't lie, that one was pretty funny."

"Genesis!"

Isla cringed at the use of her real name. Ms Vane was literally the only person on earth who called her Genesis because she wanted to keep a formal basis between the two.

"What?" She asked in mock defense, pressing up against the door. "It was a junk car, barely even worked and besides we left it at the police station anyways. We practically handed it in!"

"You better be on your best behaviour while you're under her care. She is a lovely woman who will do anything for the kids under her care."

"She's already familiar of my antics remember? Seven year old me had nothing on her."

"And seven year old you has nothing on fourteen year old you." She smiled, rubbing Isla's shoulder warmly. Isla would never admit it but Ms Vane had a motherly touch. "You tell me if you need to get out of there alright? I'll have you relocated as fast as I can say—"