The Red Widow

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            There was yet another difference between Gabriella  and this Miguel’s daughter. Gabriella and her father grew sunflowers and French Marigolds in window boxes outside each of their apartment windows.
            
            “I’ll get her pink carnations then.” She nodded. Pink carnations were a symbol of remembrance and gratitude for a deceased loved one, which Gabriella thought fitting. 

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            "Yes I think — I think she'd like that. Carnations were her favorite. We used to plant some outside. It was always a nice sight just seeing her smile at them through the window." he gave a small smile as he thought of the memory. 

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            Gabriella set down the device she was tinkering with and nodded quietly. She considered it an honour that she was letting her in and trusting her with something…so personal, when she hadn’t done the same to him. 
            
            “Can I…bring flowers?” She asked in a whisper as if she was afraid to ask. 

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            Gabriella had been planning this heist-of sorts for a while now. She had been investigating the Sinister Six cartel for a while now, since they took all of the serum from Oscorp and had done something to it to turn it into a street drug. She had seen the original effects of the drug with Oskana and she didn’t want a repeat of that. She screwed her eyes tightly at the thought of Oskana and her heart broke all over again. 
            
            No…focus, she couldn’t go down those roads and revisit that hell week even in the privacy of her mind, she’d crumble…she needed to power through…for Oskana, for her parents and for anyone in this city that got their lives screwed over by those monsters and the politicians that enabled them. 
            
            She gritted her teeth and put on her mask. Showtime. 

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            Miguel gave a small shrug but didn't hesitate to follow after her. Jumping off buildings seemed to be such a common occurrence from their kind.
            
            "20 is basically a teenager. You're one year away from it." his voice was as monotone as hers despite the lingering curiosity. He still had no idea what she was up to.

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            //just to note I have completely revamped my protrayal of Gabriella, so she is different to our previous rps.
            
            Gabriella didn't say anything, rather she continued watching the scene on the ground unfold from the rooftop, whilst fixing her hair into two boxer braids. She finally looked over her shoulder at Miguel. She felt her breath start to quicken when she realised who he possibly was. She balled her hands into fists, now was not the time to lose focus. 
            
            She turned away and secured her left braid with an elastic band. 
            
            "I'm 20." She said, deadpan and proceeded to jump off the rooftop.