"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...
shadows fall over my heart, i blackout the moon, i wait for you to come around baby, you should come with me i'll take you to the dark side everything black ─── unlike pluto & mike taylor
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queens, new york august 3, 2016
"I have to tell you..." May suddenly pauses, pushing a hand out to me, "I'm sorry, Lisa, but I'm not a fan of that Tony Stark."
I slowly pull my glass of water from my lips, staring at my aunt with wide eyes.
Oh. Well, this is awkward.
Maria puckers her lips and blows a bubble at my aunt, her little face twisted as she sits on a high chair beside me. Peter is so focused on twirling his fork through his larb that I'm not even sure he's listening, which makes this all the more weird for me.
"You're distracted all the time. He's got you in your head."
I turn to Maria and quickly give her a bottle, trying desperately to avoid being involved in this conversation. She gurgles into the bottle, her little hands sliding up the the curves of the plastic as I make a face at her. I'm used to people not loving Tony, but there's nothing like your aunt stating that she doesn't really like your father. I mean, I guess he doesn't really have the best track record with her. He did, however unknowingly, get her younger sister pregnant when they were seventeen. To be fair, nobody really likes the guy that got their seventeen year old sister pregnant.
"Delmar's Sandwiches was destroyed..." A professional-sounding voice breaks into my thoughts and May's one-sided conversation.
Making a confused face, my eyes slowly trail up from Maria to the TV that is sitting by the wall. On the screen, there's a video of Peter and I at the ATM from only hours ago. Peter and I quickly glance at each other, me frowning and him uncomfortably shifting in his seat. Maria's finger pokes into my cheek and I carefully lower the bottle from her mouth, still concernedly staring at the TV screen.
"What does he have you doing?" May keeps going, not yet seeing what we were the cause of.
"... in an explosion..."
"You need to use your instincts." She informs my little brother, neither of us really listening at all.
"...after an ATM robbery was thwarted by Queens' own crime stopper..."
"What?" May slowly follows our line of sight and her lips curl into a deep grown, making us nervously glance at each other.
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