Life's a bitch {stony}

18

'It has passed two years...

In the lives of the future heirs's of Stark Industries, has gone to shit.

The three Stark-rogers has gone their different ways, since being separated.The oldest;Harley Howard Stark-rogers has been living since age of eleven years old in Italy with his great-aunt ,only aunt and 2 cousins.But rumor has been that he is back on all his glory came back to the States to continue his studies here, but damn I'm sure Calvin Klein is already going crazy,with that body...Definitely inherited his father's masculinity.

Than there is the middle child ,quite a private person ,hasn't been seen in cameras since three years ago ,a shy one if you ask, definitely a trait from the fugitive Steve Stark-rogers.We've been informed that he's been surprisingly studying in Queens, at  Midtown School of Science and Technology , as suspected the prodigal student he is supposed to be.

And last but not least, Morgan Virginia Stark-rogers, the only daughter may we recall of the ex-playboy Tony Stark and fugitive Steve Rogers.There's been paparazzi informing us with proof to confirm ,that she is in Malibu with her godmother and CEO Pepper Potts.Taking classes with private tutors.Quite the Queen bee type'...

Natasha turned off the TV in which the masculine reporter was talking ill of the supposed lives of the heirs to Stark Industries,turned around saw with a reproachable look towards Steve's direction and said "What have I told you about watching the News ".

Steve:Yeah,well it was either that or...Steve found himself not knowing how to finish.

Clint:Man...you really gotta get out of the couch.

The fugitives could be seen all around the living room .On the one-seater sofa Clint was sitting normally ,maybe even in a relaxed state ,while Natasha on the other hand was sitting on his lap ,you could say  sprawled across the armchair, her back on one armrest and her legs hanging over the other while reading a book; on the next you could see a large sofa ,in the left was carelessly sited Scott with his leg on the coffee table and his arms on the sides while Sam was on the other end sending him deadly knifes with his eyes for ,even though having a really big space decides to deliberately enter slightly on his personal bubble; on the two person couch was sited Steve himself who was reading sadly the comments on a reporter who judges and tries to guess or tell the current life of the most rich kids in the whole continent.Wanda was somewhere outside, she's been kinda weird lately (more than usual).

All the fugitives ,well most of them have been here since The-preferable-day-to-not-recall ,which is quite funny since Clint is always laughing at it ,but not recalling it, because is like Harry Potter :"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" and the worst is that the exheroes really did say it like that.

Clint's been trying to get himself busy trying to parent Wanda, who has fully entered the "teenage fase" ,since they've come here ,Wanda has been heartbroken or at least hasn't put a name on it herself , but that's something none of them could really understand.

At first it had only been small things.

Doors slamming without anyone touching them.
Lights flickering whenever she got irritated.
A glass once shattered in the kitchen when Sam had joked a little too loudly about her attitude.

Now it was getting worse.

Clint rubbed a hand over his face, leaning back in the armchair while Natasha lazily turned a page of her book. He looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with fighting or hiding.

"Teenagers..." he muttered.

Sam snorted from the couch.

"She's not just a teenager, man. She's a teenager who can bend reality."