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"OH MY GOD, THAT'S THOR," whispered Iris as her fingers wrapped around my forearm. "Dom, that's Thor."
After weeks and weeks of missions trying to find some shiny blue space rock they called the Tesseract, the Avengers had finally gotten their hands on it and in true Tony Stark fashion, this called for a party.
Living in New York wasn't as lonely as I had thought it would be. Everything from Malibu that I would miss (except maybe the house) had made the move with me. I had my parents, I had JARVIS and I even had my friends, who I had thought would in no way move across the country just because I had but ended up doing it anyway.
It had started with a call from Iris to Bianca and me. Her parents, prominent bankers in California, were opening a branch in New York and wanted uproot their entire family to fly across the country and run it. "New York is a trade hub, anyway," Iris had said in a terrible impression of her stoic father, "much more than California."
Bianca had pouted, sporting the same expression as she did when I accidentally spoiled her favorite book and when I finally told her that I had a superpower after she had spent 30 minutes ranting about how much she would like one.
It was nice to see her acting childish again. The Bianca now was so different from the Bianca that had made me read to her all those years ago and I was curious as to what had changed. She had lost her excessively talkative streak and while yes, she was still the most dramatic person I had ever met, this Bianca met strangers with a brooding expression I would never have imagined her sporting.
"But wait," she had said, after pouting petulantly through Iris and I's rambling about how we definitely had to hang out when she got here. "If you guys are moving, so am I!"
Iris and I turned, and we blinked almost simultaneously, like a creepy set of twins. "Bi, we're not gonna forget you just cuz we're moving," I said, trying to make her think this through.
She shook her head. "No, I know that," she said. "But my Dad has a building there and he goes back and forth anyway. It doesn't matter where I go."
Iris nodded slowly, her brows furrowing. "Are you sure?"
Bianca gasped and we watched through the video feed as she dramatically spread out over her couch and touched her knuckles to her forehead like a dame in a 40s movie. She gasped again. "It's almost like you don't want me there," she said, clutching her chest in offense.
As if a switch was flipped, she dropped her hands to her lap and straightened up. "And, I'll get some space from Harry. He's a pain in the ass!"
Iris smiled. "Language," she chided, forever the mom friend.
