"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
tell me is this where i give it all up? for you, i have to risk it all 'cause the writing's on the wall writing's on the wall ─── sam smith
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queens, new york june 16, 2016 ( third person point of view )
"So, who was it? Who hit you?"
Peter Parker leans back in his bed with his black socked feet criss-crossed underneath him. The fifteen year old sighs as he yanks down his sleeve to reveal the web shooter that rests up against at his wrist. He winces and quietly sighs at the red rash that's crawling up his skin.
"Some guy." Peter responds nonchalantly to his aunt's question before mumbling down at the still insane rash, "So itchy, man, God."
"What's 'some guy's' name?" May calls back from the kitchen.
"Uh..." Peter squints over at the somewhat open door, "Steve."
"Steve?"
A bright red light suddenly stabs out of his webshooter and then flashes harshly in his eyes.
"From 12-C?"
Peter quickly yanks back from the thing, hissing and pulling his left hand over his eyes as the light shoots up at his ceiling.
"With the overbite?!" May yells from the kitchen; her voice growing high and protective.
"No, no, no, you don't know him. He's from Brooklyn!" Peter leans his head back, his eyes widen, and his mouth falls slightly agape at what he sees projected on his ceiling.
Just before May pushes open the door to his bedroom, Peter hurriedly looks over and shoves his glowing wrist into his chest, trying to hide the evidence.
He presses his free hard into his black eye and moans out wimpily, "O-Ouch."
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"Well..." May plops down on his bed and wraps the bag of ice she's made for him in a towel, "I hope you got a few good licks in."
"Yeah, I got quite a few in, actually. His friend was huge." May hands him the ice pack as he widens his eyes in demonstration, "Like, huge."
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With a faint smile, May studies the fifteen year old boy a little.
After a small pause, Peter nods and sighs in content of the ice on his bruised eye, "That's way better. Thank you."
"So..."
Peter raises his one visible eyebrow, "So... what?"
"So, what was it like? Did you get to know your sister a little better? Did you..." May teasingly raises her eyebrows at him, giving her nephew a smirk, "bond?"
"Uh, yeah." Peter's voice cracks a little, "I mean, like, Mr. Stark wanted me to help out a little with his whole Stark Internship thing and that kept me a little busy, but, yeah, we... bonded... I'd say..." Peter nods and gives a bit of a shy smile, "She's cool."
"I'm glad." May points a finger at him, "She gets the cool factor from me, you know."
"You know, I-I don't really think it works that way..."
After another pause, May shakes her head and smiles, "Okay, tough guy."
"Love you, May!" Peter calls out to his aunt as she stands and turns to leave the room, "Hey, can you shut the door?!"
As soon as the door bangs shut, Peter quickly retracts his wrist from his chest and holds it out in front of him. His brown puppy dog eyes slowly trail up the red beam and they widen at the Spider-Man symbol that is being projected on his white ceiling.
But then, something happens.
The symbol suddenly glitches and then pulls away and resorts itself to create a line of words. His eyes squint in surprised confusion as he tries to read and understand just what in the world the sentence could mean. Then, slowly, as realization of the only one person who could have sent such a message dawns upon him, Peter Parker's lips curve into a small smile and he laughs a little.
For, on her little brother's ceiling, Lisa Stark has written the words:
HEY DORK, READY TO HAVE SOME FUN?
Lisa Stark Will Return
Ooooo boy, let's going already! Let's get going! This is the last quick update for a while; I hope you have enjoyed these last few chapters! And hey, be positive okay? This was supposed to have extra sadness to it, but I decided to go easy on your lightweights. X) Comment and vote and maybe even give me a follow?
Future Spoiler For My Story: The many names Lisa gives to the one, Doctor Stephen Strange
