INTRODUCTION
We've been friends since as long as I can remember. Peter Parker and I. Ever since my dad decided to put me in the public-school system. With my dad's job, he was too busy to homeschool me and didn't want to send me to a boarding school. 'You need to toughen up. A boarding school won't do that to you,' he'd always say to me. And that's when I met Peter. Beginning of kindergarten. The first day he wasn't sure how to hold scissors to I helped him out and he ended up cutting Ned's (our mutual bestie) hair… He wasn't allowed to use scissors without supervision after that.
My mom died at childbirth, so I never got to meet her. I bet she was lovely. The way dad talks about her makes me miss her so much. I never told Peter much about my parents. He doesn't know how or when my mother died, and he definitely doesn't know who my father is, and I'd like to keep it that way.
Peter, as well as Ned, think that I was raised by a nanny because my parents were never home. Which technically is true since dad is always on a mission of some sort. Vision stood in as my nanny and would take care of me and take me places and use the extreme extent of his knowledge to teach me anything and everything I wanted to know about something that the school system doesn't teach me. He would disguise himself, of course, because if me, a normal girl from Brooklyn, was walking around with Vision, people would start asking questions.
'Are you his girlfriend?' No, his girl is Wanda.
'Are you Mister Starks daughter? Niece?' No. well, technically niece (I do call him uncle).
'Can we take a picture with you Vision?' No. I can't leave his side. Unless you want me in it too, then in that case, still no. I don't take pictures of myself.
All questions that I've heard from interviews that other famous people have endured. I'd rather not have my face plastered on every Facebook page and jumbotron in the country. Peter and Ned would ask questions about who I really am, and I don't want that.
Recently I've been getting visions again. They're almost like forced nightmares. I have no choice but to endure the pain in them. But they all come true, unless I do something about them first. Wanda Maximoff and I share similar powers. I can't read minds, but I can move things with my mind and I can sense other people's emotions. But only the emotions I've felt myself. Anger, sadness, joy… everything except love. I love my father and my aunts and uncles but that's a different kind of love. My eyes also change color depending on the mood I am in. Red for angry, green for jealousy, blue for sad, and so on.
I don't know how I got my powers or why I have them (Thor keeps saying he gave me the powers as a gift when I was born but I highly doubt it. Why would he give me something that comes with such horrible things?) but I have learned to accept them.
The only one who knows about them other than my dad and everyone else at Stark Tower, is Peter. I apparently spaced out for a while and then tears fell down my cheeks and when I snapped out of it, I broke down in tears and kept mumbling things about someone being hurt. When I stopped crying, Peter asked what happened and what I was talking about. I explained everything to him. Eyes and everything (bad idea really, I can't hide anything from him anymore).
I hate having to hide my identity from my best friends. But with them and the school system and everyone I meet; my name is Scarlett Blackwell. And until something changes, that will always be my name.