FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER

𝐈𝐈 | messy meetings

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢
𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

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ISLA FOSTER wasn't typically the kind of person to feel uncomfortable by another person. She was often the person to make people feel uncomfortable for her satisfaction. But, as she sat on her uncle's heavily stained sofa and watched him pace back and forth she couldn't help but shrivel in her seat at the lack of cleanliness of the apartment.

Vincent had come back from the kitchen with a tray of teacups. Isla smiled at him softly, instantly relaxing in her seat as the warm liquid went down her throat. Ahh, honey with a dash of cinnamon, she thought, just how I like it.

It was silent for a beat between the two of them.

Vincent felt sceptical of Isla, not sure if the girl was who she said she was. He hadn't seen his sisters daughter since he was fifteen and even then that was the first and last time he'd seen her and it had only been for in or around eight minutes as he was a moody teenager at the time, who dreaded any sort of human interaction. However, he couldn't confirm nor deny that the young woman in front of her bore a resemblance to the sister her barely remembered.

Isla on the other hand was certain that this man was her uncle Vincent. She hadn't remembered his face, her brain suppressing any memory she had from between the ages of five to seven and a half. But from what she remembered of her mom, she and the man stood in front of her, Vincent, shared the same nose and they both had fluffy, voluminous hair. Not to mention the fact that she was always right in every given situation.

"I'm gonna ask a question...and you're going to answer it. Truthfully of course." Vincent said, crossing his arms.

Isla nodded, taking another sip from her tea.

"What day did she die?"

Isla scoffed. "That's a weak security question."

"What!" Vincent exclaimed. "It's a good question."

"Yeah, a good question to easy infiltration." Isla rolled her eyes and answered, "November 3rd, just a few days before my seventh birthday." She reached into her bag and pulled out a rabbit plushie. "This was all they could find. She went to get it for me as a late birthday surprise."

Vincent's eyes softened as he looked between the doll and the girl sat in front of him. "Isabella..." He started softly, "It is you...I mean you look just like her."

"It's just Isla." She stated firmly, her hands tightening around the plushie.

"Right uhm," Vincent wooed his beard with his hands, "So...what brings you here?"

Isla chuckled to herself, confused as to why she was suddenly feeling anxious. She wasn't sure if it was because she was meeting family for the 'first time' or because she was asking for a rather large favour from him, either way, she didn't like feeling that way mx