"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...
i sometimes think that i'm too many people too many people, too many people at once too many people───pet shop boys
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parker residence, queens, new york august 3, 2016 ( lisa's point of view )
My new small family sits around the kitchen table, the quiet sounds of teeth crunching into toast and spoons scraping into cereal bowls surrounding us. Last time I checked the clock, it was around 7:35 a.m. which was an ungodly hour. Still, we're all up, up, and away but that doesn't make it any less unholy.
Yawning, I brush a loose strand of blonde hair back towards my ponytail and readjust my aunt's too big of a shirt on my shoulders. Maria stays resting in my lap, making quiet strange sounds up at me as I bounce my knees to keep her distracted. She holds one of my hands hostage, having my index finger tightly locked within her small mocha-colored hand. Across from me and still in her pajamas, May eats a cup of yogurt and her long brown hair is twisted up into a top bun. Peter gives me a tired smile and rests his cheek on his fist as he sits at my side and his backpack sits lazily by the door.
"So, Peter, what's on your schedule for today?" I break the silence, spooning in a mouthful of frosted corn flakes.
Still eating his nearly burnt toast, my little brother makes a face, "I have school with this really annoying Spanish test and then I have the, oh..." He cuts off suddenly, his face turning a bit red with embarrassment.
I raise an eyebrow at him, glancing between him and May who always cringes a little. "What?"
Peter shifts awkwardly in his seat, worriedly squinting at me from across his forehead, "The, uh, the Stark Internship."
I swallow hard but keep my face blank, "'Stark Internship'? What's that?"
Peter's eye twitches. I raise an eyebrow. He winks. I frown.
"He's getting good work experience before college in a couple of years." May shrugs her shoulders, cupping her mug in her hands, "Maybe you know the guy he's working under, Lisa. What's his name, Peter?" The fifteen year old glances at her as she mumbles in thought, "It's, uh, Harold Hogan, that's it! They call him 'Joy' or something like that."
Ha. Next time I see Happy again, if I ever see Happy again, I am totally calling him 'Joy'.
"Work experience? What would Happy be having you doing-,"
Before I can finish my question, I suddenly get a good and swift kick directly in the shin.
"Ah-," I cry out, my eyes quickly darting to Peter before the realization dawns upon me and makes me feel like an idiot, "-a! Aha!" Peter's eyes stay wide and we hurriedly nod at each other, our heads bobbing up and down in rhythm, "Oh yeah, um, I think I remember Dad, or Tony, saying something about that. Mmhm."
