I was breathless finding out that someone I loved just into a...a monster! I was shocked so shocked that I collapsed onto the floor in front of the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, my brother and of course Spider-Man. I couldn't bear to hear the words play over and over again, like a iPod stuck on replay. I bursted into tears of anger filling my big brown eyes. Then I heard someone asking me if I was okay. I stepped back into the real world, it was my brother Harry. "NO I'M NOT OK! EVERYTHING IS NOT OK, I'M ACTUALLY QUITE UPSET HARRY!" I replied screaming at my brother. Then I saw him, my father, my role model and the whim had been there...well since always. 'He is a mutated freak' I thought to myself, but no matter what he looked like he was my father.
Who am I? Well, let me just give you a brief introduction. My name is Elizabeth Osborn, but people call me Liz or Lizzy. I live in New York City with my dad and brother. My mom Emily died when I was seven. It drove my dad to madness when she died, sometimes he couldn't look at me because I look like her: big brown eyes, my mom had platinum blond hair so I was cursed with blonde streaks throughout my auburn hair. Anyway, so since then, there's always just been the three of us. After she died, my dad was hardly ever home. So he missed a lot of things in Harry's and my life. He missed Harry's baseball games and my ballet routines and reycydles it was if he didn't exist at all...my brother's hand on my shoulder breaks me out of my daydream as I'm focused on the gigantic green monster, roaring and struggling on the iron chains.
Me being as i'am, rush over to the beast, he stops in his outbreak tantrum and manages to put a big hand on my cheek just staring at me, I feel the tears streaming down my face and my father wipes them away, he stares vaguely at Harry for a moment, Harry nods in return. My dad then starts to walk towards the cells with the agents.
i know what I must do