"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...
brothers and sisters unite and it's me they're looking for and it's me, i will never survive but we'll be around some more brothers & sisters ─── coldplay
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queens, new york june 9, 2016 — august 2, 2016 ( third person point of view )
"Is that on? No, no, don't film me! Peter, put that down!" A hushed feminine voice dies away into a long sigh.
The black screen comes light as a hand quickly pulls back from the smartphone's lens. The phone is pushed away from finding its current subject and then it is redirected outside the Mercedes' window. The sky is bright and blue while white fluffy clouds hover up high in the air. A city is stretched out before the phone's camera and the large metal globe of the Stark Exposition is planted across the many causeways.
"New York.Queens." The fifteen year old boy says in a low voice, way lower than it definitely should be, "It's a rough borough, but, hey, it's home."
"Who you talking to?"
"No one!" Peter Parker quickly replies, turning the phone to look at the driver turned bodyguard, "Just making a little video of the trip."
Harold "Happy" Hogan peers through the rearview mirror to look back at the two kids still in his charge, "You know you can't show it to anyone?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Then why you narrating in that voice?" Happy continues questioning in a suspicious tone.
"Uh..." Peter answers quickly and rather innocently; his voice raising at the end of his sentence, "'Cause it's fun."
The girl beside him snorts.
As if on cue, Peter immediately turns the phone back to look at Lisa Stark as she sits beside him. Noticing that she is now the one being filmed, her eyes widen and her mouth falls open rather comically. Peter struggles to suppress his laughter at her expression and she rolls her eyes before giving his hand another shove. The camera shakily finds Happy once more as he still watches the boy with narrowed eyes.
Happy slides on his sunglasses, clipping back, "Fine."
"So, uh," Peter goes on, "why they call you 'Happy'?"
"Oh!" Lisa quickly pipes up to offer an answer, feeling rather excited to know that she can actually answer one of her brother's many questions, "Dad told me it's because back before he worked for us, he was a,"
"No talking." Happy snaps, hurriedly trying to keep the girl from spilling the true reason.
The black separation window suddenly slides up between the front of the car and the back, and the reflection of the brunette brother and sister can be seen against the window. They simultaneously glance at each other, make a strangely similar face, and offer a shrug.
