Spitfire Story Collection

Truth

"Stupid....life...stupid...dad!"

Artemis Crock shouted in rage punching the poor punching bag which was now on the floor from her latest punch.

Her stared at her hands with bruises on them. Great. She got some ice then sat down on a bench.

"Watcha doing?" came KF running innthe door of the training door.

"Oh ok, taking the life of an innocent punching bag. OK then," he said turning to leave.

"Wait," she called out weakly. "Stay...please."

He looked back in shock, but sped over to the bench and sat down beside her.

"What's wrong?" he asked in concern.

"I haven't told you yet- but I..I.. come from a family of villains. Sportsmaster is my dad, my mom is a retired villain, and my sister is Cheshire. My life is a messed up piece of crap. I'm obviously not cut out to be a superhero."

"Arty..I. It doesn't matter where you come from or who your parents are. You are an amazing superhero, and the best archer I've ever seen. Truth is.... I like you more than a friend. It's ok if you don't I mean- since when has a girl ever liked me back I- Mmph!"

He was cut off when the archer pressed her lips to his gently.

When she pulled away, she looked at him.

"Did you really mean what you said?"

He stared at her, and lovingly tucked a strand of her messy blond hair behind her ear.

"Every word."

And so, he stood up, and picked her up bridal style, and ran off to a new future, a new life,

And probably to the kitchen for food.

Done!

Sorry if it was short

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