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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗦𝗜𝗫
the aftermath
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ISLA HELD HER HEAD IN HER CAST, USING HER HAND TO WIPE AWAY THE SWEAT THAT WAS RUNNING DOWN HER FACE.
She couldn't tell if she was in a state of shock, her heart still beating a mile a minute and she had felt like had been hit by some jelly leg curse that made her unable to feel them anymore.
Her chest felt sharp yet ached and burned all at the same time, due to both the aimless running and getting dropped from how many feet in there yet again. She chuckled manically to herself, reflecting on the time she had fallen from the helicopter and Scott hadn't bothered to save her but her social worker had.
Although a part of her was still felt the need to be mad at her, it had diminished considerably once she had recognised Ms Vane was on the same side as her. Also, she was a killer with a gun.
Ms Vane glanced at the girl from the corner of her eye, slightly concerned for her well-being. "You alright?"
"Nothing," Isla mumbled under a shaky breath.
Ms Vane furrowed her brows. "What?"
"How long have you known about all of this." She said suddenly, curiosity changing her answer as she spoke more clearly this time and facing Ms Vane, her back firmly pressed against the car door. "You know, Cernunnos."
Ms Vane felt Isla's eyes turn to her but still kept her own on the road nonetheless. She kept silent for a moment, hulling over whatever thoughts she had in her head as she leisurely steered. "For as long as I can remember. Ever since you're mother died it was my duty to keep you safe."
"Safe?" Isla chuckled scornfully, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting right in her seat as she propped her feet up onto the dashboard. "Some version of safe you have, they've tried to kill me twice." She responded, looking out the window.
"Feet off the dashboard."
Isla rolled her eyes, readjusting her legs to further move up the dashboard. Like hell, she was going to listen to Ms Vane, no, not after all the things she's refused to tell her.
"There's been numerous attempts on your life." Ms Vane admitted nonchalantly, her hands gliding along with the steering wheel as they turned left.
"What?!" She yelled, her anger for Ms Vane coming with a stronger and more heated passion. She sat upright and took her feet off the dashboard. "What do you mean?"
Ms Vane clicked her tongue as she drummed her fingers along her wheel. "Isla you don't really think I move you around because you want to? I move because you have to. To keep you safe."
"But all those times I asked to leave—"
"Was because someone or something has been out to get you." Ms Vane intercepted, "Cernunnos isn't the only thing after you you know. The biggest and dangerous, yup but the only thing? No way."
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FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER
Fanfiction"You can't just fight Flash Thompson in the middle of class?" "Yes I can, and you're going to watch me!" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── In which a discarded foster kid with severe familial and emotional issues and a special power fa...
