Not Her Mission

Phase 13

I walked into my room and sat at my desk. I decided to work on my homework because my mom wouldn't be home for a few more hours. 

I bolted upright when I heard the familiar clicking of the front door being unlocked.

"Hey honey," my mom called out, "We need to finish our conversation from this morning. Are you busy, right now?"

I left my room and found my mom sitting at the kitchen table.

"No, let's talk now," I replied. I sat down at the table.

"Do you think you're ready for the next step?" She asked.

"Well, I've been thinking about that and I think I am," I answered, "I was thinking that maybe I start using my powers out in public."

"And expose yourself to the world? Sweetie, that would put way too much heat on us. We'd never be able to follow through with out plans."

"No, mom I mean as a superhero. Like with a costume and everything. No one would know it was me." I clarified. 

"Really? A superhero?"

"Think about it, I start off doing low level stuff and work my way up to stopping bigger crimes. Eventually Spiderman and I will have a couple run ins, right? He'll tell the Avengers about me. At some point I'll gain their trust by saving them while fighting crime."

"Okay. So let's say you do all that. Are you going to join the Avengers?" My mom asked.

"I'll at least work with them. Then I was thinking I'd take off my mask in front of them to-"

"To expose yourself and get yourself killed? No way in hell," She cut me off, "Sweetie, they'll recognize that you're my daughter. They'll see you as a threat."

"They won't recognize me," I said, "Tony Stark has seen me before and he didn't recognize me."

"I suppose you're right. But what's the purpose of taking your mask off?" She asked.

"I'll gain their trust."

"Are you sure you have to take off your mask?"

"Mom, it's a perfect plan. If I gain enough of their trust they'll ask me to help them. They might even ask for help finding you. I can throw them off of your scent. I can get them off of your trail."

My mom's face lit up like a Christmas tree. She kissed the top of my head and said, "You're a genius, honey."

"Thank you, mom, but we still need to go over some of the details. Like what exactly my suit will look like. What it will be made of. I also need a name if I'm going to be a superhero."

My mom sat back in her seat.

"Right." She fiddled with her hair. "What about Plant Girl"

"That's really lame and generic." I laughed.

"I suppose so. How about The Botanist?"

"What about The Florist? I do conjure primarily flowers."

"I like that," She said, "It has a very nice ring to it."

"So it's settled. I'll become The Florist. I'll start working on my suit tonight. I'm going to need to go shopping for fabric tomorrow."

The rest of the night, my mom and I talked about my suit. We talked about all the gadgets it'll have and what it'll look like. Ultimately we decided to draw it out and send it to a friend of my mom's so he can make it the way we never could have. 

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