clever as the devil, and twice as pretty.
It is a known fact that when you lie, you do it for a reason - but Nina was lying unhinged and she loved it. she loved the way they left the tip of her tongue. She loved the adrenaline she felt whenever she'...
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STEP TWO: MEET SPIDER-MAN. DO NOT KILL HIM FIRST. GIVE MINOR INJURIES.
The first thing Nina hears when she opens the door to her family's white penthouse is the sound of a door being slammed. At first, she thinks that it's because her mother called over a bunch of people to put all their expensive furniture in place, but it was followed by the overlapping sounds of two people screaming - that's when she realizes that it was Valeria, who was in one of her moods once again.
Of course, she was. Nina rolls her eyes in annoyance. Sometimes, it feels like she's actually the older one between the two of them. Valeria was always throwing temper tantrums and complaining about things that don't even make sense - like dinner portions or training outfits.
"- I just don't understand, Mom!" Nina hears her voice resonate through the walls as she walks towards the kitchen where the rest of her family probably stood at. "Why does Nina get to go to an amazing science school while I'm stuck at a crappy public school?"
Again, Nina expected nothing less. The girl entered the kitchen, relishing the sight that was in front of her: Samara, quietly chewing on her steak as she watched the argument heat up between the two. Her mother, looking like she just wants to leave this instant, and Valeria, who was fuming.
"It's because I'm smarter, Val." she takes an apple and immediately munches on it, a huge wage of hunger engulfing her despite passing by a deli shop on her way home. "Smart girls get the science school. Not-so-smart girls get the crappy public school."
"You think you're all that cause you got powers now?" Valeria laughs, but there isn't a single drop of humor in it. "You're such a bitch, Nina."
"Valeria," Illiana warns, voice low. If this was directed to Nina, the girl would probably be terrified of the look in her eyes.
"Calm down, Val. It was a joke." the younger girl once again rolls her eyes as Valeria storms out of the kitchen. "Jesus. She's so overreactive."
Although Illiana doesn't say anything, Nina knows that her mother agrees with her. The older woman looks at Samara, jumping back into her stone-cold demeanor. "Samara, search for private schools midtown. Nina, come with me."
Not needing to be told twice, Nina trudges after her mother, not sparing Samara a single glance. It's not like she's ignoring her older sister on purpose, it's just she doesn't want a lecture about her attitude - or any of that moral high ground bullshit Samara tried to instill on her.
When the two of them finally reach the destination that they're headed to, Nina lets out a visible sigh of relief - it felt like the penthouse was endless by its size. The room is dark except for the small light that illuminates a suit that hangs inside a large, glass cabinet that's twice her own size.
Nina couldn't help but gape at the sight. The suit is simple enough - a red and black suit that only had one sleeve. A belt-like thing that she already knows she can use to hoard the weapons she conjures mid-fight - in case she needs them. A black mask that covers the half of her face and a black wig that looked like it would go up to her shoulders, covering her brown hair that had a bunch of dyed locks in them.
