"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...
don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright the kids aren't alright ───fall out boy
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midtown school of science and technology september 30, 2016
Mayday.
Mayday.
Mayday.
The sound of my jet boots hitting the tile matches the beating of my heart as I sprint down Midtown High's long dark hallway. Peter's last message to me swirls within the recesses of my mind and my stomach twists violently in my abdomen, making me numb and terrified all at the same time. My hands shake and my lungs ache as I move fast, my body not used to this kind of rush anymore.
I might not get there in time.
I might not be able to stop it.
If Michael sent someone else to hurt Peter... If anything ever happened to him...
I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
Behind the rapid beating of my heart in my chest and my boots against the tile floor, some funky teenage whatever music rings in my ears. Disco lights emanate from the gymnasium around the corner and a bunch of white and blue balloons smack into my ankles, reminding me that I'm about to find myself in the chaos of a high school Homecoming.
But as I'm just about halfway down the hallway, a boy in a suit and necktie comes storming around the corner at full speed. Brown puppy dog eyes widen at the sight of me and my heart leaps in my chest at the sight of my little brother racing towards me. He doesn't look hurt, he just looks panicked, determined. He's ready for a fight, just as he should be.
"Peter!" My voice cracks in relief.
His brows crinkle in and he shouts back, "Lisa?!"
Peter panickedly tries to slide to a stop and just can't quite manage it before we're colliding rather painfully. Our bodies smash into each other hard, the both of us stumbling and tripping around as we tightly hug onto each other. I shut my eyes tight, feeling tears I didn't even know were there slip down my cheeks. Letting out a shaky breath, I hug the boy closer and press a kiss into his hair, that aching fear of losing him begin to fade. When we finally pull back, we hurriedly look each other over for some sort of damage that tends to happen to us.
When I'm satisfied that he's actually, like, alive, I blurt out, "Peter Parker, I am so glad you're alive!"
"Wai-, yeah me too-," Peter sputters back, blinking harshly and shaking his head, "What are you talking about? What's going on?! What are you doing here?!" His eyes suddenly drop down and his eyes catch sight of the rest of me, "Lees, wait..." A small cheesy grin comes onto his face, "What are you wearing?"
