Ambition {𝟙𝟛} | Marvel √

chapter twenty-five

In Forest Hills, the paparazzi had been escorted off the grounds by security but were still lingering nearby in hopes to get a shot of the newly outed daughter of Tony Stark.

Instead, they got Thor Odinson, who hadn't been seen in a year. Although they didn't get a picture in time before he flew off.

Before leaving though, the god did threaten the group of men;

"Lady Emma is a dear friend. She is kind, and smart, and did not ask for this life. If I hear you have harassed her again, you will be hearing from me."

And he took off through the skies.

Up from her room, Emma leaned into her bay window, looking out her window, watching Thor fly off, wondering when she'd see him again. She then glanced down towards the crowd of men with cameras, who were being secured by security on the street.

It wasn't even eleven am yet and she swore this was the worst birthday of her life. She couldn't see Peter, or her friends. Was stuck inside, while paparazzi stalked her for a photo because she was outed as Tony Stark's daughter. Couldn't enjoy anything she wanted. Probably never again.

Abruptly, footsteps stepped into her room and she looked back to find Lidianna. The Goddess looked at her, looked at the open window, then back to her again.

"Come on," she said, walking forward and pulling the curtains together before pulling Emma up, "We can still make this birthday memorable."

"Oh, this birthday will definitely be memorable, but for all the wrong reasons," Emma told her as they walked out of the room.

"On Asgard, before my mother died, we used to throw birthday balls every year for my family," Lidianna told her and Emma looked over at her, slightly confused. She thought her mother abandoned Lidianna and Loki. "Perhaps, you should share some of our traditions..."

"After today, I highly doubt my father will ever let me leave this house," Emma told her right before they walked down the stairs. She then furrowed her brows before she asked, "Why did you stop throwing balls... after your mother died...?"

Lidianna was silent a moment before saying, "It wasn't the same anymore..." And Emma wanted to ask more, but could tell it was a sore subject so decided to drop it.

At the Staten Island Ferry terminal, Spider-Man swung himself and Lady Rodgers onto a building roof. As soon as hitting the ground, the two took off, running across the roof as they heard the ferry honk in the distance.

As the massive orange ferry pulled out of the dock, Spider-Man took a running leap off the roof as Lady Rodgers shot a zipline attaching itself to the ferry. As Spider-Man soared through the air with his glider wings, Lady Rodgers glided through the air on her zipline towards the ferry.

Spider-Man landed and hung on the hull before Lady Rodgers extracted the zipline back to her. "Parker!" she shouted and he looked her way as she was flying through the air towards him. He shot a web, pulling her towards him and once close enough, she placed an arm around him for support as he held her.

"If you tell anyone I let you hold me this many times, I'll kill you," she mumbled.

"You're very violent, anybody ever tell you that?" he said.