Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise
Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
June 10th 2015: Woke up to find my wrist fully healed and no more black pin pricks riding up my arm. My lightning is purple, the pain is gone. Goodbye cast and dot-to-dot drawings. Now dad no longer has to ask the obligatory 'how are you' questions. I believe this will be the end of communication between us.
Dad hasn't apologised to me yet because that would require him to change his entire personality. As long as he's still mad at me for siding with the man who killed his parents and I'm mad at him for ruining my friendship with Peter and he's angry that I followed Steve and I'm angry that once again dad wouldn't trust me to make my own decisions... nothing will change. Loki says to give it time. I said remind me to tell you that when Thor finds out you're actually alive.
To help me through my isolation and prepare for the 'truth about my powers' (not that I'm ready for it yet), Loki and I are going to train together each day. Due to the slight reappearance of the black lightning, we're currently focusing on the emotional. This is probably a good thing, mostly because if I see Spiderman, he won't stand a chance.
N/B: Loki knows about the accords now. I told him during training today. Let's just say it ended in some serious landscaping changes.
Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
June 16th 2015: Today I finished watching all the Star Wars films for the third time since being locked down. And even though I've seen them millions of times before, for some pathetic reason I cried at episode three. Perhaps "You were my brother Anakin, I loved you!" hit a little too close to home.
And if you don't love me now
June 17th 2015: It's been three weeks and Netflix is already running out of shows.
You will never love me again
June 20th 2015: I've been sent an ankle tag through the post since the incident two days ago. The letter accompanying it from Ross was quite rude. He's a dick. I didn't realise being outside for an extra ten mins of the 'allowed hour' would result in being tagged like a dog. So I'm not happy and I've made sure everyone, especially dad, is aware.
I'm fed up now. The UN haven't sent me any 'guidance' for my future yet. Not that it's really my future. With the time it's taking, I feel like house arrest is going to last forever. I'm trapped. I'm suffocating. I need out.
I can still hear you saying
June 21st 2015: Failed spectacularly at baking blueberry muffins. Used salt instead of sugar and fell asleep whilst they were in the oven. Dad was not happy. At least that's what I think because he hasn't said anything.
You would never break the chain
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Electric Storm
FanfictionPicking up where the events of Ion Heart left off, Katy is finally starting to heal after Ultron and a shaky start to her life at Midtown Tech. Things are finally looking up as she begins again, building on her relationship with Peter Parker and he...
