FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈 | the phone call

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗢𝗡𝗘
the phone call

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ISLA WAS RUNNING OUT OF TIME, and she was fully aware of this. She had talked to Teresa. The rest of the kids from the cinema two hours after she had talked to Teresa, but Pierre and Ezra came back three hours after them, most likely just hanging out with each other around the city like they usually did.

When they didn't hesitate to go back outside, inviting Isla on their trip as they had felt bad that Isla had to be confined to such strict punishments over the last couple of weeks. They could tell that it was getting to her as she often didn't take part in their banter anymore, just sticking to the sidelines and smirking at a joke here and there rather than joining in.

Of course, they hadn't known that her mind was just preoccupied with bigger things and the house arrest almost meant nothing to her but she wasn't going to turn down the offer to go to the corner store. Not only did she need a new chocolate bar after devouring the one she had saved earlier but she also needed a breath of fresh air. a

The trip was nothing special, she just grabbed a random chocolate bar from the shelf as well as an energy drink alongside a bag of lays chips. Just her usual corner store order.

Ezra was talking about a so-called majestic woman named 'Genesis' that he had met the other day as they made their way towards the bridge that they had been to when Isla first came back. Isla found it odd that he had met someone with the same name as her name was a rarity but her mind didn't dwell on it for long, calling Paxton was eating at her mind and she just wanted to get it other and done with.

Isla thought about it. The advice seemed good she already had been functioning with one hand for almost two months now and she sure as hell did not want to have one working hand for the rest of her life.

"I need to make a call," Isla told them.

Pierre and Ezra didn't have any complaints, following Isla as they made their way to the nearest phone booth. The phone booth was rundown, most likely because everyone had their phones on them nowadays.

Unlike everyone else, the kids at the foster home weren't allowed to have a phone but that didn't stop people from smuggling them. Ezra had offered to get her one awhile back but Isla had politely declined, paranoid that Hydra would find some sort of way to track her.

Pierre and Ezra loitered out the phone box as Isla went inside of it. She hooks the phone off its core without any hesitation and took out the crumpled piece of paper that had the San Francisco's Police Department phone number on it. Her fingers hovered over the buttons briefly before she punched in the number, the humming sound of the phone ringing throughout her ears.

The rhythmic sound had almost put her to sleep but the phone was shaking in her hands, jerking her awake each time the phone hit off her face. She sighed, annoyed with herself as she tossed the phone into her other hand, her broken hand strained over holding the object for such a long time.

"Hello, SFPD. How can I help you." A voice finally called out on the other side.

Isla let out a shaky breath. "Hi, I was just wondering if Jim Paxton is on shift today?"