plot: peter and you get into an argument
a/n: its kinds sad
3rd pov:
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"I don't belive you. Because your a lair. And you are the worst kind of liar, because your lies sound so much like the truth. It's impossible for me to tell the difference." Peter yelled at you. "Peter, you need to calm down." Tony said from behind him. "You right- I am a liar alright. I'm the black sheep. You know the defective sister that nobody wanted." You say angerly. "It must feel real nice for you to stand here judging me. Surrounded by all the things that you got in life, while I spent 16 years in isolation, as the family reject. Let me tell you, every part of me wants to kill you for that. EVERY PART!" You yell before walking towards your brother. "But I can't... Because the only way I can survive is if you help me. But I like to live. Frankly..." You start to tear up. "Because I didn't get to a whole lot of that before everyone decided that I wasn't worth it." You say before using your powers and telporting away.
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