"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...
ayy, gettin' old, they doubted us makes it that more marvelous like what's up danger? what's up danger ─── blackway & balck caviar
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parker residence, queens, new york august 13, 2016
"Dude!"
"What?"
"Stop flirting with my sister!"
"Flir-? Wha-What? Psh, 'flirting', I'm not flirting with your- no, I'm not!"
I sit on the bottom bunk of the stacked bed in Peter's room, blankly staring off at the wall and twiddling my thumbs as the two teenage boys argue over me like I'm some kind of toy that they don't want to share.
And I thought Tony and Pepper were bad.
"Yes, you are! Full on flirting! It's creepy, dude. It's creepy on so many different levels. It's like Mr. Stark flirting with May..."
I can hear that Peter and I simultaneously shudder.
Ned just finally decides to ignore my brother, blurting, "Hey, off topic, sorry! But I just wanted to say, like, you're really pretty. And the blonde really suits you, it brings out your eyes - they look like..."
I raise my eyebrows in the dramatic pause that follows.
"The sea after a storm." Ned finally settles on an answer before rather cutely bubbling, "And I think they actually really would match this shirt I wanna wear for Homecoming,"
"Ooh wow... hah, thanks, buddy." I give an awkward yet amused laugh before confusedly cocking my head to the side, "But, uh, are you asking me to your homecoming, Ned?"
"Yea-,"
"No!" My little brother belts out and I hear a strange smacking sound over the phone, "Cut it out! This is weirding me out! She's my sister! You don't flirt with your best friend's sister! That's the first rule to a best-friendship! There's a no-no line! A boundary! A do not cross!" I raise an eyebrow at the still ranting boy, "Besides, she's way old-,"
"-Er than you!" I quickly substitute the rest of his sentence before I scoff, kind of feeling offended, "'Old', Peter, really?"
"She has a kid, Ned."
With a sigh, I nod and continue rocking the crib that May kindly bought for Maria with my foot, "It is a little weird, Ned."
"And she has a boyfriend."
"And now it's time to change the subject!" I quickly and panickedly announce, practically being able to hear the smirk in Peter's voice, "Anyway! So Honey, how's your day going? Are you making good choices?"
