The explosion had rocked the entire neighborhood, sirens were wailing in the distance. No one could have predicted what had happened at the building. Granted it was an abandoned warehouse, there was no reason for it to suddenly explode. In the rubble laid three bodies, strewn out away from each other as the smoke and flames littered the area. Two were small female frames sprawled near each other, a few feet away from them was a male figure. Their clothes tattered and burned away in places, covered in soot and ash.
The two girls began to stir. They shifted in the rubble, pushing the bigger of the blocks off of themselves. They glanced over to each other, checking to make sure they were alive. They cringed as they were moving about, they definitely had broken bones, their costumes were burned to them in some places, but they were concerned for the man lying near them. They ignored their broken bodies and crawled their way over to him.
"D-da-ad," one in a more grayscale outfit called out, her voice breaking in some points from the pain and tears that threatened to pour from her eyes.
The one in blue crawled over and checked for breathing. Panic flooded her features as she checked for a pulse. "L-Lizzie," she said coughing as she rolled their dad over onto his back, "He, he's not breathing! I can't find a pulse!"
Tears began to pour down the two of the girls faces, the first pushed the other out of the way and began pumping on the man's chest. She grunted every push, every movement sending a dull pressure through her battered body and her own breathing problems. "Lizzie!" the other girl yelled as she stood up shakily and tried to push her off of him as the tears fell faster and harder, "He's gone. We have to go. Finish the plan like he wanted. I'm sorry."
Liz hung her head and allowed herself to cave. She let her sorrow out for a bit. "C-Claire," she said as she stood to look at her sister, "where did s-she go?"
"I don't know," Claire said as she glanced around the demolished building, surveying for the person that caused this, "She's gone I think."
"What about-" she asked, peering through her messed up hair, "where are they?"
Claire ran a shaky, bloody hand through her hair and walked over to a pile of rubble. "I don't know," she said moving some rubble with groans as her body tried to protest, "Right now, we gotta focus on the task at hand. "
Lizzie reached into her pack and pulled out a small medicine bottle , the label had long since been peeled away showing off the two small pills inside. "Let's get this over with and then kill that bitch," she said handing Claire her pill as she knelt next to the body of the man who trained them.
Lizzie nodded and sat down next to her sister. She slid the pill between her lips and gave a rough swallow. She looked as saw her sister do the same, she felt a horrible pang of guilt as they stood and tossed the bottle into a nearby burning pile. "Lizzie," she said quietly as tears threatened once again, "I'm so sorry."
Liz sat there shaking in anger, regret, and sorrow. "Me too," she said as her mind began to reel, "It won't be long before the authorities show up, and they won't find traces of the drug in the tox-screen. It won't last very long, but just long enough to throw anyone looking off. I'll see you when we come back. "
Claire woke with a start, sitting straight up in her bed. She looked over and saw her sister was still out cold in the nest of blankets that she called a bed. She stretched, her bones popping in some places. The nightmares never really went away, yet she never really got used to them. It had been a couple years now. They laid low, bought their time. Hell, they even attended their own damn funeral. The hardest thing was watching their mother break down: Or maybe it was that they couldn't comfort her. She lost her husband and her two oldest children all in one day.
Claire shook her head, clearing her mind of any thoughts. The moving truck would be here soon with what little they had after disappearing. They had to at least look somewhat normal. They had a story all figured out. They had moved here from Alabama at the whim of their workaholic parents who were almost never home. They even came up with new names for themselves. Elizabeth, Liz for short, and Claire Jordan. It was plausible enough. It was a hard thing to choke down, considering they didn't just leave behind a family. No. They left behind an entire life. They had friends, neighbors, classmates and teammates who may or may not be mourning their death even now. They weren't who they used to be anymore.
Claire swung her feet out of bed, sighing as she looked at the time. The window showed the sun now coming up over the skyline of the suburb they were living in now. 'New York City at it's finest,' she thought to herself as she walked down the stairs and to the kitchen, 'at least I kept the coffee pot out of the moving truck.' She started a pot and waited as she watched the neighborhood come to life. The house next door seemed to be bursting with life as she watched through the kitchen window. A boy her age was racing around the house as four other teens were moving slowly through the house, some eating breakfast, others getting ready as well.
She laughed at the chaotic house as she heard the coffee pot finish. She poured herself a cup and made it to her liking, taking a much needed sip as she tried to wake up. She walked around the house that the two now owned, well technically whomever they created as parents owned it. The house was pretty open, the kitchen led right into the dining room. The staircase was in the middle of the floorplan, separating the living room and dining room. The bathroom on the back half of the kitchen, a mudroom nearby. The upstairs held four bed\rooms, only one was occupied at the time though. An attic held some potential to be a studio or workroom for one of the girls, and last but not least an attached garage that was perfect for Liz's lab.
Claire sighed as she thought out the floorplan, figuring out which room would be what when she was interrupted by the door bell ringing. She startled for a minute but then realized the moving van should be there. She walked to the door and looked through the window by the top, checking for any threats. Yep, moving van. She opened the door and smiled at the man who was handing her the keys. "Here's your things," he said with a heavy New York accent.
"Thank you," she said as he turned to leave, getting into another vehicle so he could leave, "And fuck you too."
She sighed heavily and walked out to check the truck. All their boxes were in the back which was a good sign. She double checked that it was locked and walked back into the house to wake her sister. She ascended the stairs and went back into their room. She looked at the sleeping form in the corner and decided she could have a few more minutes, she grabbed her shower supplies and walked into the bathroom that was attached to the room. She washed her hair and let the warm water soothe her muscles before getting out of the shower. She donned her underwear and pants, before pausing and looking into the mirror. She examined the scars that covered her back and arms before she gave up looking them over.
Sighing she slid her long sleeve shirt over her head and quickly ran the brush through her shoulder length dyed brown hair. She looked over her appearance and pulled her hair into a ponytail before heading out to wake her sister. She approached with some caution. "Liiiiizzie~" she sing songed to her sister and knelt down by her area, "Time to wake up~"
The girl in question groaned, flopping around and twisting under the blankets she had cocooned herself in. "no." was her simple reply. Claire laughed, lifting the blanket up to peek at the grey eyes of her sister. "c'mon, our stuff is here, and i'll let you take up the garage~" Liz growled a bit, "still no...too early…..no like"
"Come onnn~" she said pulling the blanket off of her sister, "don't make me unload the truck by myself."
Liz grumbled, curling up into a ball before squirming and twitching. This wasn't abnormal for the girl. She wasn't a morning person. Claire giggled a bit at the quivering ball of teen.
"You evil, vile, wicked woman…." Liz yelped, suddenly jerking straight up. Her medium length curly red hair sticking out in all directions, "I'll have you know, i'm NOT brushing my hair…...i'll get dressed, hell i'll even put pants and a bra on, but I'm not willing to deal with this nest first thing in the morning,"
Liz fiddled with a strand of her now red hair. They both used to be natural blondes, even if Claire's was a bit darker than her own. Now Liz was a red-head and Claire's was a light brown color. Liz made a soft snorting noise.
Claire sighed at her sister and walked back downstairs. She was in the middle of making another cup of coffee to finish waking herself up. She saw her sister come stumbling down the stairs and stop in the doorway. Her hair was just everywhere. "Ya know," she said stopping before taking a sip and looking at her sister, "that look really suits you."
"Oh shut up, i know it's a mess….i'm thinking about cutting it…..it's just getting hard to deal with, and lately it's gotten me in a lot of trouble…...I never liked the idea of being a redhead though…." She hummed, raiding the fridge. Her usual morning habits. Wake up, bathroom, food; any deviation would likely cause mass murder of some sort.
Liz plopped down on one of the stools, nibbling on whatever it was she had dug out of the fridge. Honestly she didn't really care. She glared at whatever was in her vision, which happened to be the window looking into the neighbor's house. "It's saturday right?" she asked, chewing slowly, "why on god's green earth are we up before TEN on a Saturday?"
Claire sighed for the tenth time that morning and looked at her sister, putting down the coffee cup. "Because we have to unload the truck," she said tossing the keys to her sister.
Liz growled a bit, swallowing what was in her mouth. "I don't like them, they are WAAAY too active for it being this early," she scowled at the house next door as she caught the keys.
Claire hummed and stood up from the stool. "Well we might as well get started on getting things in," she said ignoring the look on her sister's face, "Maybe they might actually help us."
Liz scowled more, "Rule 1: trust no one." she huffed, standing up, "I don't intend on letting them anywhere near my stuff till i get things locked down."
Liz slipped on a short-sleeved hoodie over her black tank-top and headed for the front door. The girls walked down to the truck and opened the back. They rummaged through the truck before finding some boxes that needed brought in before the rest, mostly dishes and other necessities. They were just about to start moving the furniture inside when the door to the neighbors house opened up . Liz tensed, looking over at the source of the noise. A taller teen walked out first. As soon as he caught sight of them he smiled a bit and began moving towards them. 'No…noooo...turn around…fuck!.' Liz pleaded to herself, rolling her eyes. When he got there and she could see his features a bit better, she took a deep breath, committing things to memory. Brown hair, hazel eyes, nerdy looking.
"Hi there, I'm Peter Parker" he said in a voice that was much too happy for Liz's liking.
"And nobody really asked who you were," Liz quipped back, placing her hands on her hips.
Claire looked to her sister, then to Peter. "Sorry about that," she said jumping out of the back of the truck, "I'm Claire and this is my sister Lizzie. We're your new neighbors."
Liz groaned at the nickname, "IT'S LIZ FOR CHRIST'S SAKE WOMAN!"
Claire laughed a bit. "Payback's a bitch isn't it?" She said as she glanced behind Peter to the other teens, sizing them up and memorizing their features as well. One was a tall latina looking female, a mexican boy around their height, a tall buff african boy, and a somewhat normal looking blond boy who seemed to be the same height as Peter. She let her gaze linger a bit more, really taking in their body language and how they didn't want to be there. "So what brings you all out here at this hour," she asked as she wiped her forehead.
Peter was about to say something when Liz chimed her two sense in, "Probably trying to be our hero, because us ' poor, helpless' girls can't POSSIBLY move all this big heavy furniture on our own!" she sighed dramatically, using her fingers as air quotes and adding a mild southern accent to her words, "I mean honestly, i'm not sure how we survived until you lot showed up!"
Claire sent her sister a pointed look as she watched the boys' reactions. "Seriously," she chided in a scolding tone, she then changed her demeanor, "But if that's the case we would love your help."
"Well, she would, quite frankly I wish you would all kindly fuck off" she grinned, leaning her chin in her palm.
Peter looked a bit intimidated. "Yeah, actually my Aunt May told me you moved in yesterday while I was out, and I was gonna see if you wanted help, not because I don't think you can handle this, but because it's POLITE," he said the last part a bit louder with a pointed look at Liz.
"And just what in the hell is that supposed to mean?" Liz straightened up, her accent getting a bit heavier.
The calmer of the two smacked her hand into her head. "Will you stop!?" she exclaimed as she turned to her sister, "I don't care what 'Dad' told you! Get over it! We need help as to not break the things from 'Birmingham'."
Liz groaned, bordeline growled, "Oh my Jesus H Fuckin' Christ FINE!"
Peter rolled his eyes, "can we expect her to always be this dramatic? I mean, she reminds me a little of Sam."
The shorter Mexican boy, Sam apparently, looked mildly offended, "Fuck off Parker!"
Claire sighed. "If only you knew," she said as they climbed back into the truck, "all the rest is mostly the furniture, if you don't mind helping with that."
The tall blond smiled and stepped forward. "We would be more than happy to help you," he said as the tall african boy stepped forward with him to get the couch, "I'm Danny. This is Luke."
"Hey," Luke smiled and waved to the girls as he and Danny grabbed the couch and brought it inside.
Liz rolled her eyes. "NO ONE CARES OH MY GOD!" she groaned more, grabbing a kitchen chair and walking past them.
Luke laughed, "Well, isn't she just pleasant."
The older teen stood outside and sighed. "She's unique," she said as she grabbed a chair and walked into the house, "the couch can go into the living room, where ever you can fit it!"
Liz walked back out to grab the coffee table and found Sam lurking around.
"Hey you, with the stupid face. You gonna help, or are you just gonna stand there and be in my way?" she taunted, rolling her shoulders and standing up a bit straighter.
She bent down, going for the middle of the table. Sam walked towards her and grabbed one end of it with a smirk. "If you wanted my help you could've just asked," he retorted with a wink.
Liz growled, "Not. On. "
He just continued to smirk, and Liz scowled more. Without warning she lifted the table and yanked it out of his hands."Sorry amigo, you'll have to go find work elsewhere….I got this," she grinned wolfishly.
Sam actually looked taken by surprise, "wait, did you just-"
"Yes, now move," shoving past him she walked back into the house with the coffee table tossed over her shoulder.
Ava looked at him as she walked back out from carrying in a different chair. "You ok Sam?" she asked, genuinely concerned for him.
"I…...I don't know…"
Inside, Liz was giving Claire an exasperated look. Claire giggled, walking over to her as she set the table down. "You ok?" she asked, smiling.
"No, I got hit on…."
Claire started giggling, which turned into full on chuckles. Soon she was bent over in hysterics, repeatedly smacking her knees. "Wh-who- oh my god, Wh-who's the poor, poor idiot that has fallen for YOU of all people!" she managed to breathe out between laughs.
"Oh shut up! I-It's not…..Jesus fuck," Liz said as she blushed and looked away.
Claire couldn't help but keep laughing as the neighbors helped to carry in things. "Well whomever it may be," she said standing back up and wiping her eyes, "May god have mercy on his soul."
Liz scowled at her sister and stuck out her tongue childishly. She sighed as she went back out to the truck as well to grab some more furniture. She glared at Sam as he passed by, carrying another kitchen chair. That boy was going to cause her some trouble, or at least that's what she thought. She watched as her sister climbed back into the moving truck and go for one of the last pieces of furniture, which Danny was going for it as well. Their hands touched as they both grabbed the bookcase. "My apologies," he said looking up at her and smiling.
"No no," she stammered as her brown eyes met his emerald green, much like another person she knew, "I just wanted to make sure this one made it in."
"By all means," he said going for the bookcase again, "allow me."
"No, it's mine," she protested as she tried to help with it, "I can handle it."
"Together?" he asked smiling at her and moving so the two of them could carry it together.
Claire smiled and swallowed the lump in her throat that was forming. 'Why does everything remind me of him?' she thought to herself as she nodded and helped him carry the book case inside.
After making sure all the furniture was secured and placed where they found it fit, they called it day. Claire clapped her hands together with a big smile and surveyed the rooms. "Thank you guys for helping out," she said as she walked into the kitchen and reached into the box with glasses, "Anyone like some lemonade or iced tea? Maybe both?"
"Nooope, nu-uh!" Liz huffed, "why do you do this to me?!"
Sam smirked, "well, I'd like some, if only to watch her squirm!"
"Uugggghhhhhh stop! whatever you think is gonna happen is not so just forget it little man!"
"They seem to be getting along nicely" Peter quipped as he raised an eyebrow at the two teens flirting.
Liz scowled at him, this one was going to make her regret ever moving here. "Can it Parker, or I swear you'll go away and never come back," she growled at him as she raised her glass to her lips, taking a sip.
Peter's mouth fell open, staring at her with a strange mix of fear and anger. "What is that supposed to mean little girl," he sneered at the girl who was shorter than him by almost a foot.
Claire sighed and put down the pitcher and her own glass, empty from having filled everyone else's first. She looked at the two teens and rolled her eyes. "That was not the best thing for you to say Peter," she said as she walked over to the two arguing.
Liz growled more, clenching her fists and getting right in Peter's face, well, as best she could. She stood up on her tip-toes, baring her teeth at the boy.
"Do you WANT to die?" she yelled angrily, "because this is how you get killed!"
Peter was taken back a little. He quickly regained his composure as he felt the anger rising in him. "Look you-" he started as he was cut off by a cookie being shoved in his mouth, Liz as well.
"That is enough you two!" Claire fumed as she shook a bit, "Eat the damn cookies and separate yourselves. If I have to say it again, you will not like it."
Liz huffed, moving to sit by Sam as she chewed noisily on the cookie.
"Soooo, where have you been all my life?" Sam asked, smiling a bit, "I mean, I totally understand why you're so upset, Parker is kind of a dick."
Claire laughed as she finally poured her own glass. "You're in way over your head there Casanova," she teased as she sipped her lemonade, making her way to the only three that have been quiet, "Soooooo. Thank you all once more for helping. You really didn't need to."
"Hey, no problem. We didn't have anything to do today," Luke smiled, "I'm just sorry we got your sister riled up."
Ava smiled a bit, "Really, it was our pleasure, it was Peter's idea though."
Claire laughed a little, "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll come around. Liz doesn't seem to hate Sam as much as the rest of the general population. She's just mad because our parents moved us here to the city and then just up and left again. They work a lot."
"Well, it's been awful, but i'm going to my dwelling to ponder ways to get rid of a certain pest while simultaneously taming this hot mess of hair I have on my head," Liz stated as she stood up and stretched more, popping her shoulders.
Sam stood as well, "I...uh….so…."
"nope. Not a chance, sorry."
"but-"
"nooooo"
"maybe we could-"
"nuh-uh"
"just a walk or something?"
"no!" She quickly walked away, running up the stairs and locking herself in the bathroom, she didn't want to deal with this. Not right now.
Claire watched the exchange and shook her head with a small smile. "Well that was interesting," she said drinking lemonade she still held in her hands, "Sorry, but what were your names again?"
The tall girl smiled. "I'm Ava, this is Danny" she gestured to the blonde boy with green eyes "And this is Luke," she said as she gestured to the african boy. Sam raised his hand and mumbled his name, still looking at the stairs that Liz had run up. Peter rolled his eyes, "Peter," he said, smiling at the calmer twin.
"Well it's very nice to meet you all," she said nodding to them all and sliding the plate filled with cookies over, "Don't mind Liz. She hates new places and things and people in general."
Peter shrugged, "As long as she doesn't go Lizzie Borden on anyone I think we can handle it," he smiled, backing towards the door.
Danny smiled at her and she could feel her stomach start to do some flips. 'Not again,' she thought as she put a fake smile on and just waited for it to stop. Danny seemed to have noticed or had his own because she noted a small pink color to his cheeks suddenly. "I do hope we can be good friends," he said in a calm and even voice.
"Yeah, if you ever need help moving the furniture again just let us know, we'll be happy to come back over and help out," Luke laughed, placing a hand on Danny's shoulder, "Let's go, Aunt May is expecting us home for lunch."
Claire smiled and walked the group of teens to the door, ignoring the grumbling and groans coming from up the stairs. "Well thank you all," she said smiling at them and opening the door, "If you need anything let us know, and maybe we'll see you at school on Monday?"
"That seems likely" Danny chuckled, "considering we are in the same school district"
Claire could feel the blush begin to creep up her cheeks, "Well then we will see you Monday."
"Till Monday then" he smiled, turning and following three out of four of his housemates out of the house.
Sam lingered back for a moment before following. Something just didn't sit right with him, but oh well. He nodded at Claire and caught up to his housemates quickly. When Liz heard the door close, she peeked around the corner. "They gone yet?" She asked, creeping down the stairs a bit, "because I don't wanna deal with some guy who thinks i'm his next big score or something,"
Claire turned to see her sister. "Yeah they're gone," she said peering through the blinds to see if they were back at their residence, "But they didn't go home."
Liz came downstairs and went into the kitchen, looking into the house. All she could see was the elderly woman, whom she assumed was Aunt May, in a teenager free home. Claire sighed as she came into the kitchen and watched her sister study the neighbor's house. "Well might as well start unpacking," she said undoing a box full of dishes and beginning to put them away in the cabinets before stopping to turn back to her sister, "are you gonna help me?"
"Something's not right…...they said they were going home for lunch, yet they aren't there…..obviously they felt the need to lie, and….something just...smelled off…..I dunno…..Parker...he smelled like a nerd, y'know, books and pen ink, yet he was waaayyy too built…...They could mean trouble for us," Liz squinted her eyes more, "Just…...unpack what you can, I'm gonna go do some recon. If I'm not back in a couple hours…..just wait longer"
Claire huffed, "Ok, you are so NOT going alone!"
"And if they come back and wonder why we are both gone? It won't look weird if I'm out getting food, but for both of us to just leave our stuff and not bother? That's a little weird, I'm not going to do anything drastic…..just...a little light tracking and information gathering….nothing big," she said nonchalantly as she shrugged.
Claire still looked unimpressed. She stood with her hands on her hips and gave Liz a stern look. Liz shrugged, walking to one of the boxes she managed to hide in the garage before the unwanted help. The tape tore off with practiced ease, many moves had the girls used to knowing which box held what. Claire sighed and moved to stand in the doorway to the garage. "So what exactly are you meaning by 'information gathering?'" she asked, eyeing her sister as she pulled out their gear and costumes for their 'extracurricular' activities.
"I mean," she said as she started to shed her clothing to put on her dark colored uniform, "I'm going out and following them. Also scoping out the area for our next target. I mean, we are here on a job, might as well get a gander at who we are tracking!"
Claire took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. "Fine, but don't do anything stupid, I know how much you love to do stupid shit," she warned, "I don't want to have to pack up and move AGAIN so soon after getting here. We should lay low for a while."
"I do not do stupid shit!" She cried, scoffing and faking offense.
Claire cocked an eyebrow at her sister. Liz at least had the decency to look a bit sheepish. "Ok fine, it was ONE time, and the dude had you in a chokehold! Who cares if the other one had a gun to my head, he was out of bullets I counted!" Liz spilled as she succumbed to Claire's infamous 'look.'
"And what if he wasn't Liz? What if you miscounted and got yourself killed?! you are all I have left in this world, I can't lose you too," she said as she looked down at her feet.
"And you're all I have too, so i'll be damned if I don't do everything I can to save you."
"Liz, just…..be careful….please?"
Liz sighed, placing her Mask over her face and hugging the elder, "Yeah, I will, it's not like they'll know I'm there, They can't track me like I can track them, and I'm waaaaay smarter!"
Claire laughed, resting her chin on Liz's shoulder. She didn't let Liz see the frown on her face. Liz hadn't really been the same since the 'incident', but it's not like Claire could really point that out. Neither of them were really the same after what happened.
Liz sighed, pulling away from Claire with a smile, "I'll be back in a jiffy, I'll pick up some meat on the way back ok?"
"Yeah, okay Liz, can you also pick up some granola and veggies too? Maybe some fruits?"
"Jeez, might as well just wait and go shopping together," she teased, stuffing some spare clothes in her pack, "yeah, text me a list, ok?"
"I will," she said as she watched her sister sling her bag over her shoulder, "Make sure no one notices you. And double back on your way home in case you get followed."
"Yes mother," Liz said with heavy sarcasm as she snuck her way out the back door to roam the city.
Claire kept herself busy after Liz went out for recon. She had unpacked a majority of their belongings, finding places for them and rearranging them over and over to fit her OCD. The living room had practically been put together, the book shelf loaded with all their books from the places they've been. The kitchen cabinets were stocked with plates, cups, and what little food they had left from travelling. The drawers filled with miscellaneous objects from silverware and cutlery, to flashlights and matches. The bathroom had been stocked and the washer and dryer were hooked up in the mud room.
All that remained was the TV needing to be hooked up and Claire really didn't feel the need to do that just yet, electronics weren't really her thing. So she settled down to moving boxes of her belongings up into one of the spare rooms. Once she sat the last box down, she pulled out her violin. She hadn't touched the thing very much and felt the need to do something productive. She walked back downstairs and towards the backyard with her instrument in hand, hoping to appear normal to the neighbors.
Claire took a deep breath as she held up her violin, feeling herself calm as she pulled her bow across the strings that were still in tune. She began slowly, but soon began to meld into Beethoven as she watched the sunset and walked the back yard. She was in the middle of Fur Elise when Liz appeared back in the doorway to the kitchen, listening to her sister play. It had been a while since she had picked up any of the instruments that she owned. It was good to see her getting back into her normalcy, although they both knew it would never be normal for them ever again. Claire noticed her sister and stopped in the middle of the yard. "How long were you standing there?" She asked as she felt a small blush appear on her cheeks as she made her way back into the house.
"Long enough to see you enjoy playing again," she grinned as she placed some bags on the counter and began to put groceries away.
Claire placed her instrument back in it's case and began to help with the groceries. The two were silent for a little before Liz broke the silence. "So I think I found the next target," she said not looking at her sister as she had her head in the fridge, "but there is a complication."
"Define complication," Claire said as she turned around to see her sister avoiding eye contact, "like are we talking guards, high tech security, or what?"
"It's worse than that. If it were guards or tech it'd be childsplay." she groaned as she finally turned to look at her sister and taking a pause, "This place has heros."
Claire stared at her sister for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "A-are you k-kidding me?" She questioned between bouts of laughter, "T-that's all!"
"Claire, i'm not talking the ragtag team of idiots we used to roll with. I'm talking highly trained with a better success rate than the others. They might even be a better team than us, And that's not even the worse part!" She huffed, lifting the two gallons of milk into the fridge, "These heros, they ARE our targets, and it JUST so happens that our neighbors have a few little secrets of their own!"
Claire raised and eyebrow, "oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Lets put it this way, Spider-man is forever ruined for me," Liz said as she shivered and made a face of disgust.
Claire couldn't control it anymore. She burst into another fit of laughter as she doubled over with tears forming in her eyes. "NO!" She said as she tried to compose herself, "Not Spider-man!"
Liz narrowed her gaze at her sister. "It's not funny!" She said as she crossed her arms and huffed, "Spidey was my sweetheart and now I feel like I wanna throw up! WHY?! WHY THIS?!"
"Don't you think you're over reacting….just a little bit?"
"NO I AM NOT OVERREACTING!"
Claire giggled a bit, setting her violin on the counter to help put the groceries away. Liz continued to mutter profanities and throw things into cabinets. Claire re-organized everything after Liz placed them.
"Stupid Parker…...Stupid stupid boy…...gonna punch his face next time I see him and see how he like HIS dreams being crushed…"
"Mmm-hmmm, and what about Sam?"
Liz narrowed her eyes at the older girl, "what about him?"
"What are his abilities? Or did you 'forget' to look in your shock of finding out who Spidey was?"
Liz's cheeks turned the slightest tint of pink, "Oh shut it, it's…...I don't…...We both know I don't care!"
Claire placed a hand on her twin's shoulder, "Liz…...we also both know how lonely you are. You should really give him a chance.
"No! I don't want to give anyone a chance. Not again."
The two slipped back into silence for a while. Claire stole worried glances at her sister every so often, and Liz pretended not to notice. After a while, Liz huffed as she finished putting things away.
"I'm going jogging," she quipped, walking up the stairs to change into her running gear.
Claire continued to re-organize, "You know you're not the only one who lost someone after it all," she said quietly to herself as she ran a hand through her hair.
"You think I don't know that? I'm sorry Claire, but you chose to do this, hell, you talked me into this. We had a good life there, we could've been so much happier…." Liz sniped as she walked back into the kitchen to grab her music player and headphones.
She tossed on her hoodie and pulled the hood up over her head. She put her headphones in and turned on her running music. As she exited her house she saw the teens next door returning from what was probably a team training exercise. She glanced over at them, her features falling as she locked eyes with Peter. She took off before he could say anything.
Peter looked at Sam, "follow her."
"What the hell Peter?! Stalker much?"
Peter sighed loudly, "look, just humor me! Something is off about those two, and I don't want to risk it. Especially not with Aunt May being so close to them, and you KNOW she's gonna make them cookies and food for them on a regular basis, so please Sam, if not for me do it for Aunt May's safety?"
Sam groaned, jogging after Liz, but didn't go unnoticed by her. She knew as soon as he got close enough that he was there. Her heart sped up from the adrenaline, and her mind started analyzing the situation. 'Okay…...he's following me. Why? What does he want?' She thought, rounding a corner quickly and picking up speed. He wasn't as fast as she was apparently, which was a good thing. She wasn't super fast, but she wasn't exactly slow. She could easily beat an Olympian runner and not even break a sweat. If fact, she was physically incapable of unfortunate side effect of her powers.
Sam watched after her as he tried to keep up. 'Damn she's fast,' he thought to himself as she pulled away from him. He stopped to catch his breath after 10 minutes of non-stop sprinting. He hunched over with his hands on his knees as he stared at the ground. "H-how?" He asked himself as he stood up finally and noticed she was completely out of sight, "W-well damn."
Liz hadn't gone far. She lurked from the roof above him, peering over the edge. She wrinkled her nose and resisted the urge to spit. "Heh….stupid hero…..he's used to being above everyone…..so why would he look up?" She grinned, shooting Claire a quick text.
'I'm being followed by Sam, I'm gonna screw with him a bit, be back soon,' Liz grinned, sliding down the fire escape and landing silently behind him. She snuck up and pulled him into a headlock, "Why the fuck are you following me?"
"I just wanted to talk!" He said panicking a moment as he instinctively wrapped his hands on her forearm, "Could you let me out of the headlock now!"
"Give me a good reason and I might consider it. My dad taught me everything I know, he's ex-military you know. I'm lethal, so one wrong move and I won't hesitate little man," she quipped lazily, "And I'll have the cops wrapped around my pretty little finger, so try me."
Sam gulped as he quickly tried to think of a reason. The cops would believe her more than him, since he had been following her. He was never good under pressure, so thinking of something that would get him out of this choke hold was taking a majority of his time. Liz laughed a bit, letting him go and doubling over in her mirth.
"Y-you should see your face! It was great! Oh my fuck you looked like you were gonna piss yourself!" She cackled, smacking him on the back. After a few seconds she sobered up and stood straight, "seriously though…...next time you follow me without announcing yourself I'll most likely hurt you pretty badly, so at least yell out that you're following me."
Sam pushed himself away from her and rubbed his neck. "Seriously?!" He exclaimed as he was calming himself down, "You're messed up in the head."
Liz was suddenly completely calm, but she forced a fake smile. "More than you will ever know," she agreed in a low voice before returning back to normal, "but like I said, next time, let me know you're following me, and I won't mess with you. I mean, you coulda been a rapist or a murderer, or even a sex trafficker….I just met you how was I supposed to know?"
Sam looked at the girl, completely confused but intrigued by her. "Gotcha," he said as he ran a hand through his hair, "How can you run that fast?"
"I was on the track team at my old school, I was captain actually…...and i'm not talking the girls team," she smirked while giggling at the boy, "so….still think you can keep up with me?"
She knew she shouldn't get close, but he seemed...nice? "What about you shorty? You do any sports?" She questioned as he eyed her up.
"Not really," he said shrugging and trying to think of something, "I skateboard but that's about it."
"No wonder you can't keep up! I tried skateboarding once, but I have zero coordination for things like that, and yet I know several types of martial arts, how strange, but I really wanna get into MMA!" Liz's eyes lit up a bit, "seriously! It's amazing! I bet I could kick some serious ass!"
She took a stance and threw some light punches into the air.
Sam chuckled as he watched her become this whole new person, someone happy to talk about something she liked. "Yeah I don't have the best coordination," he said as he felt his cheeks heat up a bit, "but I try my best. I could always teach you….. I mean if you want me too that is."
Liz took a deep breath, trying to regain herself and organize her thoughts. She lowered her fists and stretched a bit. 'Rule number one: Trust no one. Rule number two: don't get attached.' "Slow down there casanova, why don't we start with a walk, I'm not nearly done with my route, that is, if you can keep up, don't worry, i'll even slow down for you. Not everyone can be track stars," she said as she began to walk in the direction she had been going. 'Why are you inviting him along?! What happened to not getting attached?'
Sam smiled and watched as she tried and failed to build up a wall between them. "S-sure," he said as he jogged to catch up to her.
She grinned and started her own pace, jogging lightly. It seemed slow to her, but it was pleasant to just slow down for once. She glanced behind her, slowing down every time she saw he was falling behind. Sam pushed himself as he tried to keep up with her, it didn't help he wasn't really in running clothes. Peter didn't really give him a chance to change into proper running shorts or shoes, but well recon needed to be done. He couldn't help but wonder how things were going back with the older teen. 'Probably not as intense,' he thought to himself as he shook the thoughts from his head.
After Sam had taken off after her sister, Claire watched the group talk for a moment while lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't realized that she had been watching them till she noticed Danny was making his way over to her front door. She paused from making dinner.
Danny knocked lightly on the door, patiently waiting for her to open up. He couldn't help but think Peter was overreacting just a little, but he could see his point. Things had been oddly quiet lately and suddenly they get new neighbors? It could just be the hero in him talking, but the red haired girl did basically threaten to kill Peter. When the door opened and he saw the brunette standing there with a small smile on her face, he felt a bit of the worry go away.
Claire smiled at him and had to force it to stay. "Hey," she said as she raised an eyebrow at him, "Danny, right?"
"Indeed, I..uh…...I just stopped by to see how you were doing with unpacking and all that….." He mentally smacked his forehead, 'Smooth Danny, very smooth.'
The young girl chuckled a little and moved aside to let him inside. "I was just in the middle of cooking dinner," she said as she also opened the door more, "You're more than welcome to come in for a bit."
He nodded, stepping inside, "I can't stay too long, Peter's aunt is expecting us all home for dinner, she's a very nice lady, and will probably stop by with cookies any second."
"Really?" She questioned with a laugh as they made their way into the kitchen so she could put dinner in the oven, "I mean it's unexpected. This is New York right?"
Danny chuckled and sat on one of the kitchen stools. "That it is," he said as he watched her cook, and oddly clean as she was going, "Aunt May has a very old fashioned view on how to treat neighbors."
Claire giggled a bit, "I see, it's good to know someone in this city has some hospitality," she quipped. Danny chuckled a bit.
"Indeed, she has enough for the entire city," he smiled fondly, remembering her smile as she welcomed them in after the tri carrier went down in flames.
Claire watched his facial expressions, he was relatively calm but there was something hidden in them. "So," she said as she leaned on the counter to talk to him, "What does one do here in the city for fun?"
Danny thought for a moment. What could he say that sounded relatively normal? "Umm, I usually train in the park," he responded. He realized that it may have sounded a tad abnormal and added quickly, "I practice martial arts."
Claire watched as he tried to cover his tracks, this would be something she would be researching later. "So martial arts?" She said as she glanced out the window to see if her sister was back yet, but instead saw Peter watching from the window, "Aaaand is he usually that weird?"
Danny laughed, "I think your sister has him on edge." He said softly, "Don't tell him I told you this, but Peter lost his uncle to a criminal. He was shot and killed walking home from the store. He's been overprotective of Aunt May ever since, so new neighbors coupled with the fact that your sister threatened him has got him a little on edge, so please don't take it too personally."
"Oh no worries," she said as she waved to him, laughing as he ducked out of view, "I understand the feeling. We are just moving from the middle of nowhere Alabama and here we get tossed into the city. It's a culture shock for Liz mostly, we usually avoid the city. But it was easier for our parents to move here so they could work more hours, take more business trips without travel hassles. So she decided she's the protector of the home. I apologize in advance for any harm she might cause."
Danny nodded, "she seems like a good person, I won't judge her for wanting to keep you and the house safe. It's admirable in a way."
Claire felt her face want to pull into a frown. She hid it though with a yawn and glanced at the clock, 'I wonder what's taking Lizzie so long on her run.' She glanced back out the window, hoping to go unnoticed by the boy sitting across from her. She didn't mean to be flighty, it just sorta came with everything that happened.
Danny did notice, and smiled, "Sam ran off after your sister, so she's probably arguing with him….well, if this morning is anything to go by."
Claire laughed a little, "either that or she knocked him out, I'm not sure which. It depends on the day with her."
Danny smiled at her and placed a hand near her's on the counter. "I'm sure either way, they haven't killed each other yet," he said with a smile as he looked up at the brunette.
Claire was about to say something in response, but the front door opened and two giggling teens stormed into the house.
"Seriously, you run waaay too fast, are you even human?"
"Psh, probably more than you!"
"What's that supposed to mean huh?"
Liz laughed more, throwing her sweatshirt down on a chair and tossing herself onto the couch, "I dunno Sammy, what does it mean?"
Sam groaned, "please don't call me that, my mom calls me that when I've done something wrong and it's terrifying."
Liz laughed more, "then don't call me Lizzie!"
The two burst into another bout of laughter till Danny cleared his throat. The two stopped and stared at the other two.
"Uhhhhh, hey Danny, " Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck, "what are you doing here?"
Liz scowled, "You let him into the house?!"
Claire sighed, "what was I supposed to do?"
"Tell him to fuck off and go away!"
"At least it isn't Parker!" Claire exclaimed as she watched her sister's reaction, "besides, you let Sam in!"
"Nooooo no no no, he followed me in, I never told him one way or another," she said beginning to fume.
Sam and Danny shared a look and raised eyebrows. "Maybe we should get going," Danny said as he stood up from the stool, "We don't want to cause any issues for you two."
Claire ran a hand through her hair and let out a deep sigh, she really needed to stop doing that. "No," she responded sharply, looking at her sister and quickly signing something in their clipped sign language, "It's fine. Why don't you two stay for dinner? Lord knows I make too much for just Liz and myself."
Danny nodded, "only if you're sure it won't be a problem, she seems pretty…..angry."
Claire laughed, "she's always angry, literally, you shoulda heard her on the way up here, 'you idiots learn how to drive!' She's a very angry person, probably because she's short and closer to hell"
Danny couldn't help but double over in laughter. Liz squawked from her spot on the couch, "I am not an angry person, and i'm not short! I just haven't hit a huge growth spurt in a while, but i'll shoot up like a bamboo shoot here any day now i just know it!"
Danny laughed more, "Sh-she reminds me a lot of Sam! He's always complaining about how short he is!"
"Danny what the hell?!"
Danny finally calmed himself, standing back upright and wiping the tears from his eyes, "I'll just let Peter know we are eating here, give me one moment."
Claire watched as the blonde boy walked into another room, probably to call Peter. "Liz," she said eyeing the two boys, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Liz stood up, careful not to turn her back to either of them ,"Yeah, I need to change anyways, so come with me,"
Sam watched the two walk upstairs and Claire smiled at him, "Make yourself at home, Liz went shopping today so there more snacks in the fridge if you'd like."
With that the two disappeared into the room they had been sharing. Danny walked back into the living room and saw Sam sitting there alone. He raised an eyebrow but all Sam did was point upstairs. Danny nodded and sat in a chair near Sam. "Peter wants us to let him know everything we find out," he said quietly, "Although I don't know if there is much."
Sam nodded, "All I managed to find out is that Liz did track, and wants to be an MMA fighter when she turns 18, and that her dad was ex-military. He taught her how to defend herself. She...uh...kinda got the drop on me….not sure how though, we were in an alleyway, there was no way she could have circled around without me seeing her."
Danny nodded. "Claire said that they moved here from Alabama so their parents could have better access for work," he started and began to survey the first floor of the house, "but there is nothing here that would suggest any adult lives here. It's hard to say at this point, I think Peter is just paranoid."
"Well, Claire did say they took off again right after buying this place, maybe they haven't been home yet?" Sam suggested, "And when isn't Peter paranoid? Seriously, he nearly got me killed today!"
"Killed? What do you mean?"
"I mean she had me in a choke hold Danny! She's the first person i've met who is more paranoid than Peter. Like I said, she got the drop on me and I had no idea. So maybe Peter isn't paranoid at all?" Sam spouted as he pondered the circumstances, "This whole situation is crazy, and yet all I can think about is how...weird this all is. Something is off, but I don't think it's a bad thing. I think they just have their own family issues and maybe we should just butt out of it,"
Liz could hear them talking, but couldn't make out everything they were saying, and without getting a good look at their faces, Liz couldn't read their lips either.
"Damn. I can't make out everything, but Parker is involved somehow, we need to be careful," Liz sighed, ducking back into the room to throw her shirt on. She had changed back into her clothes from earlier, since they weren't all that dirty.
"What did you manage to catch?" Claire asked, sitting on her bed.
Liz bit her lip, "from what I managed to catch, Peter might be onto us, though that's not surprising since he is Spiderman, but the rest of them seem skeptical, Sam thinks we just have family issues, and Danny just thinks it's normal. So really Peter's the one we gotta look out for."
"Sam has no idea how right he is…..about the family issues I mean."
"No Claire, we are not talking about this,"
"Liz, you've been so distant ever since-"
"Shut UP CLAIRE!"
"It's just not like you! You were never like this before…...it's….it's really scaring me," Claire said as she looked at her sister.
"Well get used to it, I'm not the same anymore and neither are you. Let's just…..let's finish this job, and get the hell out of here….oh...and one more thing I forgot to tell you earlier, Our neighbors, ARE our targets…..we were hired by SHIELD to test them…..no idea why though, but they are paying us a good chunk of change to make it happen, so what do you say? Tomorrow we go out and raise a little hell?" Liz said as she wiggled her eyebrows at her sister.
Claire sighed, obviously they weren't going to talk about feelings right now, "Yeah, did you find a suitable place to crack?"
"Hell yes I did," Liz grinned at her sister before delving into the details of the heist, "There's a bank on the east side. The security is shit, hell an infant could hack it, but it's one of the more well known banks, and rumor has it a villain group is targeting it at high noon tomorrow, so I say, we swoop in, act like the heroes, take out these wannabe bad guys, and take off with the cash ourselves. If spidey and his crew get in the way, we use non-lethals to take em' out. Since that was the deal when we took the job...no blood…..damn SHIELD and their 'let's save the world' ways."
Claire rolled her eyes and made her way downstairs. "Sounds good," she said as the two boys in the living room instantly became quiet.
She eyed them before heading to the kitchen to check the food. 'They definitely are on to us,' she thought to herself as she pulled the pot roast out of the oven.
Liz made her way down the stairs quickly and noisily. She never bothered with grace when she wasn't working. If anything it made her seem less suspicious. Well, the way she did it anyways. She spotted Claire in the kitchen and made a bee-line for the food.
"OH MY GOOOD IT SMELLS LIKE HEAVEN!"
"Liz no! Sit!"
Liz immediately sat down on a stool and grumbled.
"You know the rule, guests eat first,"
Liz smacked her head down on the counter. "The first real meal in days and I can't even enjoy it!" She cried, adding an undignified, high-pitched whine at the end of it.
The two boys walked in and Liz glared at them, "Enjoy it…..I don't give up my place in the food chain for anyone. You're lucky Claire thinks you have a nice ass blondie"
Claire blushed bright red, "LIZ WHAT THE HELL"
Danny turned a bit red as well, "uhhhh, thanks I guess…"
Claire tried to avoid eye contact by grabbing plates for them to eat off of. "I am so so so so sorry about her," she apologized as her face seemed to be burning, "I assure you that is not the case, I mean not that I don't find you attractive, I do…. Oh man I just need to shut up. Why can't I shut up?"
Danny smiled a bit, "If it's any consolation, I find you attractive as well," he smacked his forehead, "I mean that in a non-creepy way. I mean that you are really pretty."
Sam chuckled a bit, trying to not make things worse for his friend.
"What my friend here means is that you are a lovely individual," he said patting Danny on the back to try and help him.
Liz's jaw dropped, "WOOOOOOW he can use big words!" She exclaimed with mock surprise.
Claire cleared her throat and began to serve the food. Sam took his plate and thanked Claire. As she held out a plate to Danny, he looked at the food and smiled.
"Thank you for the food Claire. I don't mean to be a bother, but I'm vegetarian, Is it possible to just get veggies?" he blushed a bit, "if it's not too much trouble."
Claire's eyes went wide, "oh gosh I'm sorry! I should've asked! Here, I'll grab some for you."
Sam chuckled a bit, "Don't fret too much Claire, it's actually a bit of a shock to everyone. He avoided telling Aunt May for weeks until someone finally spilled the beans. At least he told you."
Danny blushed more, "Sam there are many parts between the mind and mouth, please use them."
Liz laughed, clapping Danny on the back, "Nice, I think I just might be able to tolerate you."
Claire cleared her throat once more, handing Danny a plate of just veggies. She decided to change the subject. "So what all is there to do around here? How's the crime rate in this area?"
The two of them looked at each other, wondering what they should say. "Well, around here it's not too bad, but once you get into the city….well…..let's just say don't go there alone or without at least a small knife, though with your sister around I think the bad guys should be running for the hills," Sam laughed, rubbing his throat a bit.
Danny sighed, "What he means is that New York is a pretty tough place, and the crime rate is only going up. Plus there's all sorts of…...how do I say this…...ummm…..weirdos? Is that a good term Sam?"
"Better than the word I would've used," he said as he took a mouth full of potatoes.
"Anyways there's some pretty shady…..things….. going on lately, so when I say be careful, i'm not exaggerating," Danny finished, taking a bite of the veggies.
Claire fought the smirk that wanted to appear on her face. Liz and her locked eyes with a knowing look. "I'm sure there has to be something fun to do at least," she prodded as she poked around at the food on her plate, "I mean the Avengers tower is almost in the heart of the city."
Liz scoffed, "If they are so great why is there still a crime rate?"
Claire elbowed her sister hard in the ribs, "будет вам заткнуться?" (will you shut up?)
Liz gasped, glaring at her sister, "но это правда!" (but it's true!)
Sam and Danny looked at each other, "Uuuuhhh what?"
Claire smiled, "oh, uh….we took russian classes, it was our Dad's idea, y'know, being in the military and all we traveled a lot so it's good to know lots of languages!"
Liz grinned, hopping off the stool to lean in close to Sam, "немного медленно соображает?"
Sam blushed, backing away from her, "uhh what did she just say?"
Claire got a wicked grin on her face, "She said she likes your fancy hair and charming smile,"
Liz choked a bit, "LIES! THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID AT ALL YOU WICKED CREATURE!"
Claire laughed loudly, "Then maybe you shouldn't have told Danny I like his butt!"
The boys exchanged confused looks. "Well maybe we should get going," Danny started as most of his food was gone from his plate, Sam's as well.
"Yeah we don't want to worry Aunt May," Sam said as he stood from his chair and cleared his plate.
Danny followed Sam, "Yes, Aunt May gets worried if we stay out too late."
Claire looked at the two and blinked for a moment. "Как вы думаете, что это сработало?"(do you think that it worked?) she asked looking at her sister and smirking a little.
"они слишком глупы понять это" ( they are too stupid to figure it out) She smirked, "Well boys, it was awful seeing you, so let's not do this again, like ever!" She quipped cheerily, shooing them out the door, "see ya later, bye bye then!"
Claire smacked her sister in the back of the head. "Hey!" Liz cried as she rubbed the back of her head.
"What my lovely sister was trying to say is," she chirped as she stepped forward to escort them to the door, "We look forward to seeing more of you and possibly hanging out."
Danny smiled and shook his head, "I'm pretty sure that is not what she meant, but we will be looking forward to it."
Sam waved at Liz, "stalk ya later Lizard!"
Liz groaned, "seriously?! How many nicknames are you gonna give me, and no, do not stalk me!"
After the two had left, Liz threw herself back down onto the couch, "Хорошо ебать меня боком!" (well fuck me sideways)
"Ну это как раз получил в десять раз сложнее,"(Well this just got ten times harder,) Claire said looking at her younger sister, "Что мы должны делать?"(What are we supposed to do now?)
Liz pinched the bridge of her nose, "ад, если я знаю, подождите, почему мы все еще говорим Русский?" (hell if i know, wait, why are we still speaking Russian?)
Claire sighed, "It's habit probably, I don't know, anyways what the hell Liz?"
Liz sighed, "it's not like I begged him to follow me, and I most certainly didn't invite them in for dinner!"
"What was I supposed to do?!" Claire said as she glared at her sister, "It's not like I can just ignore his existence! We have to remain somewhat normal remember."
Liz growled a bit, "yes because we are totally a normal family! What's gonna happen when 'mom and dad' never show up huh?"
Claire looked away, "I….I don't know, we'll figure that out when we get there…."
Liz rolled her eyes, "and in the meantime we're just supposed to pretend all is normal."
"That's the plan."
Liz laughed, even if there was no humor in her voice, "Yes, so everything is ok, and i'm supposed to be happy here, start a new life and just pretend like our life didn't go to hell? Yeah ok, cause that's gonna work!"
"Liz-"
"No, don't 'Liz' me, you are asking me to be happy with a life I never wanted. I accepted your decision to work with those...those people, I accepted that you wanted to date him. Hell I even accepted your logic that we should stay dead but I won't sit here and accept that i'm never going to see the rest of our family and friends again! I won't give up what little hope I have left that maybe one day things can go back to normal!" She paused for a moment to catch her breath, "Did you ever think that maybe this hope is the only reason i'm still standing?"
Claire looked down, not wanting to meet her sister's eyes, "I know Liz, I know….but….I just….you have to accept that it may never happen-"
"Don't act all high and mighty with me! I know you hope that you can run back to him someday!" Liz bit back the bile rising in her throat, "I'm going to set up my lab, please do not disturb."
It was Claire who growled this time. She had enough of her sister, enough of the angsty teen who wanted nothing to do with her only family left. "No!" She yelled standing to grab her sister's arm, "You don't get to shut me out again! You're not the only one who lost everything! I lost the only people who cared for me in my life besides you! I have to learn to trust everyone all over again, I can't take it any more. You can't leave me alone," she spoke in a small voice, "I'm scared of what I might do."
Liz sighed, "I'm sorry Clairey," she said, using her old nickname, "I know it's hard, but….I need to shut down for a while, or….or something bad might happen again…..I'm not who I used to be anymore, I know you're trying, and believe me I am too, but...if we get close to people, even if they are heros…..they'll just be in danger….."
"I know, But i'm so tired of being alone, I know I have you but…..but I just…...I miss him Liz….I miss them. I miss our team, our friends…...I think we seriously need to try and let these people into our lives. You even said yourself they have a higher success rate, so maybe….. maybe they'll be able to help ."
Liz sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I can make no promises…...but...if it means that much to you, I'll try to get along with them," she said, grabbing a box off the ground, "So, what do you say I hook up the TV and we get started on those games I bought? No sense in fretting what we can't control right?"
Claire grinned, "You're on, but here's the big question, Deadspace or Halo 3?"
"Uh duh! Deadspace, the one we HAVEN'T beaten three ways to sunday?"
"You're southern is showing again,"
"Excuse you it's midwestern, get it right!"