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"FUCKING HELL!" Lara opened her wings, stumbling to get up. It was 6pm. She was late to her class with Captain America. And she was drunk. Her ass was going to be dead. "Lara your in no condition to go to a class! Stay here." Peter tugged on her jacket, trying to make her sit. She hiccuped "I need to get to the tower! Other wise dad" she heard somthing. It sounded like a small jet, then an electric crackle, the boys froze and ever so slowly she turned red faced, grimacing "Hey... Tony. Hey dad." An angry Tony in his iron get-up and a pissed off loki in a green buisness suit stood by the tree line. Loki marched up and grabbed his daughter's arm "What in Helhiem's gate are you doing!?" He looked at the drunk boys and doreen, beer bottles and destroyed fireworks behind her. "Having a little fun." Lara chuckled nervously. "LARALE YOURE DRUNK!" Anger showed no remorse as he yelled at her, scolding her saying she was better than this. While Tony dragged both peter, Wade, and doreen up, giving them cold looks. Jesse placed a hand on lara's shoulder, looking at loki "Sir. This was my fault. Dont scold lara for faults she didnt do." Loki glared at him "And you are?" "Jesse Maximoff. Former X-Men trainee." Loki sneered and grabed lara's hand "Being influenced by the drop out. We are going home and your grounded young lady." He tried dragging her but she yanked her hand away "Im not a child anymore dad! Stop treating me like one!" Lara opened her wings once again and launched as fast as she could away.

The old cabin was her haven and Jessie's temporary home. When she'd found it, the old placed seemed so familiar. Lara sat on the blanket covered bed, rubbing her tempals. Her dad wouldnt find her here. No one but Jessie could. Thank god, because the hangover was starting to kick in. Suddenly the lights flickered for a moment and the house began to shake. Standing quickly, lara looked out the window "The hell?" A large ball of fire was shooting out of the sky. She ran out the door twords where it was about to crash, laughing "I gotta stop drinking beer."

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