BLOOM LATER ⎯ Peter Parker

ONE

[CHAPTER 01. The Summer Soldier]

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN!

November 2011, New York. 

"E SHARP, IVAYLA. E Sharp. Not E Flat, for the fifth time in this god forsaken morning. Again, " Genevieve Mikaelson's sharp and distinguished foreign accent was left with a low sigh from the younger girl who rearranged both her hands in the middle of the glossy pianos keys.

Ivayla's fingers danced around the different keys, her mind continuously spotting her with short image of each of its distinguished notes. Oh, how she wished she had a photographic memory or somewhat because today her mind kept mixing up the notes. It wasn't exactly that she wasn't good at piano, frankly she had too much practice not to be good, but today was just a bad day. It was way too early and her staying up to finish her AP Lit paper 'til three in the morning the night before, her having another raging headache of the week, and a lack of a ibuprofen, all mixed together to make this morning fucking horrible. 

But Genevieve didn't believe in bad days. She believed in lack of stability. 

When Ivayla's finger landed on E Flat, once again, she shut her eyes, awaiting for the familiar yells to arise again. And it didn't hesitate to come as sharp as it usually does. 

She took a long breath, Ivayla already picturing her aunt's hands covering her face, wrinkles growing thick,"I don't get your youth. I tell you to simply complete the piece with an E Sharp, but somehow that science school of yours, cannot help you comprehend where E Sharp is? Is it because we mixed the schedule? Doing the practice in the morning?"

"No! Can you not with this a━"

"No, we're going to do this, again! You want liberty but every time I do, you act like this! Are you still incapable of understanding you can't loose balance. It's the basis of your life."

Ivayla scoffed, standing sharply from the tough couching beneath her, her hands accidentally touching a few keys, making a short tone come out,"Balance? Is that really it? You keep me looked up like I'm fucking Rapunzel or something because you think I'm going to kill someone, right?"

"Don't use that language with me, and don't pretend you understand what I do for you," the older woman shook her head, her voice edged,"Because you continue to show me you never will. Oh why the god's thought of ruining you with your father's temper, I will never know why."

Ivayla blinked in disbelief, she scoffed, walking over to the nearby couch to grab her school bag that was already packed with her phone, lunch, homework, and all the other necessities. She continued her pace to get her jacket, her boots strides echoing through the house,"Well for once, do something with your own life instead of wasting it on belittling me, because by all means, suddenly I act like a teenager, which I am, and now I'm a replica of my dead father? How mature, Aunt Genevive."