"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
i will be king and you will be queen though nothing will drive them away we can be heroes just for one day we can be us just for one day heroes ───peter gabriel
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wakanda april 27, 2015 ( lisa's point of view )
A laugh echoes across the plain made of long golden grass and the wind carries the sweet sound down over the nearby cliff. The sun is safe and warm as its beams stretch out along the cloudless sky. And the sky, well, it's utter perfection. It is clear and the deepest shade of blue ever before seen. My short brown hair sprawls out underneath me as I rest the side of my head against T'Challa's arm.
"Nope, no," I laugh again, our fingers tangling together as one of each of our hands are suspended up above our faces, "Sorry, Babe, but you're sort of, kind of wrong on this one."
He furrows his eyebrows and his lips part as his dark eyes dance to my face, "Wait, wait, did you say that I'm wrong?"
"Mm," I hum before trying to stifle another laugh.
"I am not wrong!" his voice gets louder and a bit higher as he uselessly tries to defend himself.
I blink up at him innocently all the while keeping sass in my tone, "Honey, my dad always says that the key to a man winning against a woman is actually letting the woman win the argument."
"I don't even know what that means," he grumbles.
I shrug and sing, "Doesn't mean you're not wrong though."
He turns his head to look at me and the grass softly crunches underneath his face. I smirk over at him, still laughing a little. A sudden gust of wind blows by, rustling the grass and catching hold of my hair so that it flickers over my face. A small blush rises to my cheeks when T carefully pushes a few strands of hair off of my cheek. He lifts his hand from his chest and tenderly rests it onto my side. His arm moves from underneath my head and he gently takes onto the side of my shoulder. My heart picks up its pace a little and I don't even mind.
As he leans closer, I allow my eyes to slide closed only to suddenly feel my body being yanked up into the air. Feeling like my head is spinning, I let out a shriek and my eyes fly open while my hands grapple for something to hold onto. My confusion slowly dies away as I see my newest predicament. T'Challa still has one hand on my side and his other on my shoulder, bracing my torso above his own. His head pulls back and he lets out a loud laugh at the shock still painted onto my face.
"Oh, ha, ha, ha, very funny," I make a face at him.
His laughter immediately dies down and he gives a slightly smug smile and shrug, "I thought so."
