FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 | lego boy

FOSTER CHILD | ACT TWO
scene twenty-three: lego boy

Isla rubbed her shoulders, cracking her neck as she watched the last of the old folks home haul into the bus. She had finished volunteering for the day, more about how she hated the job.

She sighed, ruffling her hair as she watched all the high school students roam around the park, messing about as they walked in clusters.

She looked down at her watch. She still had two more hours left until she had to go back to the foster. Well, only really one hour because the commute took up an hour in itself.

She could've spent that last hour of freedom trying to make friends in the park as after all she was set too volunteer at the tennis tournament for another two days.

Isla slid her hands down her clothes, getting rid of any oily residue that clung onto her fingers.

She turned around, bumping into somebody hard, sharp pieces stabbing into her stomach as she fell on top of them. Their foreheads collide, giving Isla another headache. Isla winced as she pushed herself off of him, holding onto her forehead with her uninjured arm.

"Aw, my lego set!" The person cried out, picking the pieces up from the grass.

Isla rubbed her stomach, soothing it from the pain. So that's where the stabbing pain came from.

Isla brushed her hair out of her face and bent down, picking up the pieces from the floor. "Who just casually carries a lego set with them around New York?"

"Uhm...I do."

"Well, it's not exactly ideal to do so." Isla huffed, watching the person as they carefully stood up, clutching the box that held all his lego pieces.

He had a rather nerdy appearance. His hair was dishevelled, not much care taken to it either. He wore rectangle-shaped glasses, a nerdy pun was displayed on his shirt. He was a lanky kid, tall and skinny. He was around the same height as Isla but she had been at least an inch or two taller. There was something about him that was ringing alarm bells throughout her head but she couldn't place a finger on where she had seen him before.

His eyes widened as he looked up at her.

"You look familiar?" Isla asked, narrowing her eyes at him. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the floor in confusion. "No...I don't think you do."

Isla clicked her tongue a few times, looking the boy up and down slowly as she tried to figure out where she knew him from. She cocked her head to the side, realising that not only was she making the poor boy uncomfortable, she was also wasting her time figuring out who a random person was.

She smiled at him apologetically."It was nice meeting you."

She spun on her heel, leaving the park behind. She didn't know where exactly she was going, she just let her feet guide her way through the city.

After a few minutes of walking and talking in the beautiful sights of the city and she felt an uneasy presence behind her. The more she walked through the city, the fewer people crammed the streets. She looked behind her apprehensively, realising that a person had been following her this whole.

She gulped, her mind flashing to the time Darren Cross had kidnapped her amid battle a few weeks ago. She let out a shaky breath and blended into what was left of the crowd, ducking into an alleyway.