"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"Look at us, Ant-Man and Breakout, spilling tea and gossiping like we were on Real Housewives or something!"
Anderson-Marnell Apartment, Queens, New York, October 2016-
DAYS UNTIL HOMECOMING: 4
The line was ringing, and for a very long time at that. Alison, who was pacing the floor by the kitchen, looked rather antsy, while Charles was lying on the sofa, playing some sort of video game on his phone. The long buzzing kept repeating, and the anxiety in the room (for Alison) rose higher by the second.
Charles looked up at his older sister, concern on his face. "So is this person of yours gonna pick up or not?" Throwing his phone on the sofa, Charles stood up from his comfortable spot. "I mean, I'm all for FaceTiming- Skyping? a superhero... but.."
" I would sure hope so. He's... well I have no clue if he's even here. But he gave me his number just in case I wanted to talk to him." Alison sighed, hearing the line ring once again. "I don't even know if he escap- actually, I do know that he escaped." She corrected, contradicting herself. "So we just wait a few more minutes."
The line rang for a few more seconds, allowing Alison to breathe in a hefty sigh, and start to walk towards Charles on the sofa. Suddenly, the line picked up, and the connection sound rung, Alison's huge face shrinking down into the corner of her screen. "Scotty!" She exclaimed, her eyes widening with relief. "I didn't think that you were going to pick up."
"Alison?!" Scott exclaimed, the same thrilled tone evident in his voice. Taking off his headphones, a smile began to form on his face. "Wow, hi. I didn't ever think that you'd use this number." He seemed slightly shocked, and he was breathing very heavily. His hands held drumsticks, indicating he was doing some sort of drumming. "I mean, I thought you would, but I wouldn't be at home."
"You're at home?" Alison questioned, arching an eyebrow in suspicion and surprise. "I would have thought that you would be on the run with our good old friend Cap. You know, since he broke everyone else out of jail."
"Yeah, well, a few hours after you left, thanks for that, by the way." Scott interjected his sentence, placing down his drumsticks. "I got a negotiation deal. Two years of house arrest for freedom and not being a criminal. Again." Scott added, wearing a firm expression as he shook his head.
"That doesn't sound too bad." Alison tried to lift Scott's hopes up, knowing that even two days of being stuck in her house (and a bed) drove her crazy, and being stuck in a wheelchair was even worse. "I mean, I was stuck in a wheelchair for a few weeks. That sucked."
