Currently obssessing hard over Superfamily xD lol Stony and Spideypool are so amazing :heart:
Stony... Hurhur, I'm so clevar :D lol
1. Green Lantern, Batman, and Black Cat
"Miss Stony," the woman tried again, voice beginning to lose patience. "Please listen to me - "
"Nope," the black haired girl said, popping the 'p' and never looking up from her easel, where a sketched family was. Two men and their son. "You done yet? Yes? Please leave, like, now. I'm busy." She took a darker pencil and began to draw over the sketch, before grabbing a pack of oil crayons and taking out a yellow one to color one of the father's hair.
'Miss Stony' was a petite girl, no older than twelve, ten or fifteen pounds underweight. Lightly tanned skin and dark almond shaped eyes left her nationality questionable. A white tank, unbuttoned, boy-style, red plaid flannel shirt and loose jeans held up by a Domo seatbelt-like belt casually tossed off the sense that the girl had grown up with guys.
The woman stepped over to the girl, adjusting her slate gray jacket. "Miss Stony, this is important," she told the girl gently.
'Miss Stony' blew out an impatient breath and stared up at the ceiling, before glancing down at her digital black and red G-Force watch and setting the yellow medium she used down. "Five minutes. Start."
"Miss Stony you... are adopted." The woman looked as if she pitied 'Miss Stony', and the dark haired girl stared back boredly, so the woman tucked a part of blonde hair behind her ear.
"No shit, Sherlock," she deadpanned, sparing one last glance over her shoulder before returning to her drawing. "Leave now? I really don't need you repeating what I already know of my life, thanks."
The woman leaned down and partially covered the girl's easel with her hand. "I still have four minutes and thirteen seconds," she reminded.
The girl glared at her. "Fine. Hurry up."
"Miss Stony - "
"Emilee."
"Huh?"
The girl's glare intensified with a scowl. "'Miss Stony' is annoying. Emilee is quicker. Now go on."
"Um, right... So, Emilee," the woman said, "Your parents are not what you think they are. These two men" - Emilee did little more than blink at that - "are willing to take you back. With your consent, you will be taken to them in a week."
Emilee paused and took the hair clamp out of her spiky-ish bun, straight dark hair rolling down and onto her shoulders. She sighed and thought for more than a minute in silence, while the woman in green respectively kept herself quiet.
"Lemme get this straight," Emilee sighed, slipping her geek chic glasses off of the bridge of her nose and rubbing at her tired eyes. "You expect me to believe that I'm adopted, and my real parents want to take me back? After eleven, almost twelve years of - oh for the love of - ya know what I'm not even going to - forget that, I'm going to. I won't even stop myself anymore."
The woman looked a bit confused with the girl. After all, Emilee was basically talking to herself, never finishing her sentence. Maybe it was a normal thing?
Emilee stood up, and walked over to a curtain and pulled it back just enough for her to see whatever was behind it. She muttered something along the lines of 'just wishful thinking' and 'impossible' and 'well I guess - no.', then some other things in Japanese the woman couldn't understand.
Emilee moved back to her wooden stood in front of her easel and sat down, grimacing. "I suppose I can think it over," she sighed. Picking up a regular, yellow No. 2 pencil and grabbing an index card from a cluttered stack of papers, the black haired girl shoved it at the woman. "Give me your number so that I can give you my decision by the next forty-eight hours."
The blonde smiled and jotted down her company cell phone number and then wrote her name down.
"My name is Pepper Potts," she smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Emilee. I predict we will be seeing much of each other in the near future."
Let's hope not, Emilee muttered to herself. Instead, she faked a small, polite smile back to the blonde. "Look forward to my calling you, Ms. Potts."
Emilee kept up the fake smile until Pepper left the attic - Emilee's bedroom - before groaning and moving to the wall and completely moving back the curtains that lined a whole length of her wall, tearing them back with such ferocity that the fabric almost ripped.
Emilee drank in the headlines, the pictures she managed to take while her two favorite Avengers, the small pieces of the Avengers' battles that she'd somehow salvaged encased in glass boxes.
Iron Man. With his red and gold suit and cocky, sarcastic, and unfiltered personality, Emilee thought him to be a great role model. With a more devilish side.
Captain America. The United State's golden boy in tight blue spandex. Angelic and caring, always thinking of others first got Emilee hooked the first time the Avengers had been in her little suburb of Glendale, California, saving shit from a giant marshmallow monster thing(villains are getting very dull lately).
"God I hope they let me keep this."
Early Monday morning, Emilee was waiting in front of her apartment complex when Steve ran over to her, arms flailing and looking thoroughly upset while Matt followed slowly behind, unfazed. Everyone was used to Steve's over exaggerated ways.
Lawrence Steve Dorsey III was an African American boy with buzzcut black hair, warm mocha skin, and pair of kaliedescopes for eyes. He and Emilee had been in such a good platonic relationship that they'd become like siblings, watching out for each other, though Steve insisted Emilee needed more protection than he did. His 'little sister' thought her 'older brother' was still pretty childish, and, dispite the fact that Steve couldn't keep water shut, much less his mouth(which got him in trouble plenty of times with Emilee), Steve was someone she could confide in.
Mathias Luke Macatangay, a Philipino boy with only a little more meat on his bones than Emilee and horrible eyesight, was Emilee's ex-boyfriend, though they'd established a pretty solid friendship through it all. With his tan skin, eyes(darker than his former girlfriend's), and handsome features, it was no question why Emilee still liked him. His personality was kind and respectable, he had an inablity to be even a moderately good liar but a skill to keep things hidden if absolutely necessary, and was able to crack a good dirty joke every now and then.
"EM, WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?!" Steve wailed. Emilee stared at him and opened her arms to him for a hug, which he flung himself into. "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING US?!"
Emilee gave a slightly guilty half-smile. "This could be my chance to find my real parents, Stevey," she said, squeezing him a little tighter. "And I'll be going to your hometown of New York City!"
Matt frowned and adjusted his black, square framed glasses. "You sure?"
The dark haired girl shrugged. "That's what the lady said when I called her Friday. Took a while, lots of crocodile tears, pleading, and guilt trips before Angel and Justin would let me go." Justin and Angel Merchant were Emilee's foster parents, a Mediteranian couple.
Matt's frown deepened. "What was her name, Em?"
Emilee gave Steve one last pat on the back and then gently pushed him away to her side. "Uh, Pepper Potts, I think?"
Steve gaped at her. "PEPPER POTTS?"
Emilee fidgited and poked her 'brother'. "Uh, yeaaaahh...?"
Steve jumped up and bounced excitedly. "No way!" he yelled, eyes full of ecstatic joy. "That's Tony Stark's old secretary! She runs his company now!"
Emilee's eyes widened and grabbed the front of Steve's Green Lantern shirt and Matt's Batman(1) one. "You're shitting me, right now."
Both boys stared at her with wide eyes and shook their heads, and Emilee put her friends down. "Aw, crap." She adjusted her Black Cat form-fitting tee and groaned. "I just fucking - oh my God."
"What?" Steve asked, poking her jean-clad knee. Emilee rarely wore anything else but pants, and if she wore a dress or a skirt, she wore leggings.
"There may be a possibility that Tony-fucking-Stark and Steve-goddamn-Rogers are my parents." Well. Someone likes cursing quite a bit again.
Matt scowled. "How did you rule that one out, Princess?"
Emilee glared back at him. "Shut it, Mathias. I said possibility. Learn to listen." She stood up suddenly, gathering her hair up into a high ponytail, eyes narrowed at a car that parked in front of her apartment. A black SUV pulled up and a man stepped out, walking up to the three friends.
"Hello, Miss Stony," the man said, fixing his tie of his suit. Emilee unconciously shrank back cautiously, eyes narrowing at the man. Steve and Matt lay their hands on their friend's shoulders reassuringly. "My name is Happy - " Emilee's eyes grew wide and eyebrows knit together in confusion and astonishment. " - and Ms. Potts sent me to retrieve you."
Steve nudged his 'sister' forward and he and Matt took Emilee's two suitcases, duffle bag, several boxes containing her Captain America and Iron Man things, and let their female friend keep her messenger bag. "We're going to LAX?" she asked. Her stomach twisted into knots and she longed to grab hold of her guy friends and never let go.
The man - Happy - shook his head and gestured towards the car, where Steve and Matt stood, looking a little upset that their smallest, age-wise and height-wise, member of their brotherhood at their school was leaving. Emilee's luggage was already in the trunk. "We'll be taking a private jet."
Emilee ran over to the boys and enveloped them in a tight hug, her head in the middle of their shoulders. "I love you," she whispered. Then she kissed them both on the cheek and turned to Happy. "I guess we're leaving now."
Needless to say, the drive and the plane ride was lonely. And boring, despite all the luxury. Being the only passenger there(she had no idea where Happy was), everything was empty.
She lifted herself out of her seat enough to pull her iPhone out of her back pocket.
Stevey, i miss you
She didn't expect him to text back, considering their altitude.
Emilee fell asleep waiting for his text, waking up to a pretty woman with auburn hair and a polite smile shaking her arm gently.
"Miss Stony, we're about to arrive," the attendant said. Emilee nodded and pulled her ponytail out and redid it in a high, messy bun with stray bangs framing her face and her sidebangs tucked back droopily behind her ear.
"Thanks," she murmured tiredly. She was going to suffer from jet lag and she knew it.
The next hour or so passed in a blur, Emilee not caring enough to listen and just dragging herself along. Not surprisingly, she found herself lost, in front of some candy store that smelled pretty enticing. Even from the window, she could smell the root beer candy, the sour gummies, and chocolate. Emilee sighed and pushed the door open, taking a twenty out of her wallet and then putting the black and white checkered pouch with cutely drawn baby animals sown on the front back into her bag.
Five minutes later, Emilee left the store with three different varieties of sour candy and a small bag of root beer kegs. She sat down in front of the big shop window, her back against the wall as she sucked on a root beer candy and sighed.
If her parents, whoever they really were, cared enough, she hoped that she'd be safe by midnight. If not... Well then this whole thing was just a waste of time and utter bullshit.
Emilee had fallen asleep again, and this time, when she woke up, she was lying down in a queen sized bed. Her room was nice, but empty. She'd have to change that when she was healed from her jet lag.
Black walls, a whole wall of floor to ceiling windows, a large walk in closet, wooden floors, a door leading out of the room and another to a connected bathroom. It was all so large that it might as well have been a whole studio floor. Or it felt like that, anyways.
Emilee sat up and fixed her hair again, maroon silk sheets pooling at her waist. Rubbing her eyes to fight of the throbbing in her temples and vision fading to black from sitting up too fast, Emilee ruled out scenarios.
1) She was captured by crazy weirdos who were going to do any number of things to her
2) She was still be sleeping in front of that candy shop and was dreaming - which was disheartening, since the place was so nice
and
3) She wasn't dreaming, and she was safe and in her new home.
Emilee really hoped that it was the last one.
The bedroom door began to open and Emilee flung herself back down onto the matress, trying to look as if she were sleeping, regulating her breathing to deep, even breaths and hoping her heart wasn't loud enough to hear. The door closed again -
But there weren't any footsteps. Confused, Emilee opened her eyes again and looked around, and then, when she looked up, she screamed.
A boy with brown hair and glasses like hers was crawling on the ceiling, barefoot. "I knew you weren't sleeping still," he said.
Emilee screamed again, louder this time. Her bedroom door burst open, revealing a very shirtless Steve Rogers. By the looks of it, he was busy, due to his wrinkled jeans, messed up hair, swollen lips, and red bite marks littered across his chest.
So she screamed, again.
And then, when an equally shirtless and mussed up Tony Stark entered the room, Emilee did the only thing left.(Screaming was beginning to get tiring.)
She grabbed one of the pillows, and threw it at the boy on the ceiling. It missed him by a mile; Emilee has horrible aim.
"Stop screaming," Tony sighed. Emile almost shrank back into her pillows and wanted to crawl into a hole and die, she was so embarassed.
"Sorry," she said. She intented her voice to come out strong and bold, dripping with just a bit of sarcasm. Instead, it came out squeaky and mousy. Fuck.
Steve glanced up to see the boy on the ceiling. "Peter! What have I told you about no powers in the house?" Peter let go and dropped easily on his feet.
"Sorry, Pops," he said. "I just wanted to surprise her."
Emilee fought a glare at Peter and instead turned her attention to the two men in the doorway. "Uhm," three sets of eyes turned to her, and uncharacteristically, Emilee felt meek. "What do you want me to call you?"
Peter walked over to her with a small smile. "I call them Dad and Pops," he said. Emilee blinked.
"Who's who?"
Peter thought a moment. "Iron Man and Captain America, respectively." The girl nodded and Steve walked over to her with a smile on his lips. He took her hand, and it was everything Emilee could do to not draw it away.
"Welcome home, Emilee."
It should've felt like home, but Emilee was still in shock about Tony Stark and Steve Rogers being her parents. And it didn't have the warmth that she had back home with Justin, Angel, Steve, Matt, and the rest of her 'family'.
At dinner, no one ate at the table. Steve finished cooking, then he and Tony went down to Tony's lab and Peter took his food to his room. Emilee was left alone to eat, sitting cross-legged on the counter and barefoot. The cold chill she got from the A/C blowing through her still shower-wet hair and over the exposed skin uncovered by her white tank top and black yoga pants.
After dinner, Emilee put her dishes in the sink, grabbed a can of Arizona sweet tea from the fridge, and retreated to her room next to Peter's upstairs.
As she passed, she caught the eye of her brother, who was playing a MMORPG on his computer. Head down, she slunk into her room and walked over to the pile of boxes and full luggage.
Emilee spent the three hours difference of time between Los Angeles(9 PM) and New York(midnight) City unpacking boxes and suitcases. The furniture from her old room had been delivered an hour ago and she'd refused any assistance, moving everything in by herself. The silk sheets on her bed were now in the closet and replaced with Legend of Zelda beedsheets. All of her art things were in one corner, occupying a whole fourth by itself.
Even with all her clothes, there was still plenty of space in the walk-in closet. She used it to place all her Captain America/Iron Man things. Now that she was living in what she suspected to be Stark Tower, the collection was a bit embarassing. She just hoped that no one saw it.
Just as she closed the closet door, there was a knock at her door and Peter walked in with two glasses of bright blue soda.
"Hey," he greeted. Emilee inclined her head back silently. "Thought you might want some company."
"Thanks," she murmured, accepting the cup. Lifting the glass to her lips, Emilee's nose crinkled as carbonated bubbled flicked into her nose. "What is this?"
Peter grinned. "Ginger ale and blue raspberry syrup."
"Like, syrup for shaved ice?" she asked. "I used to do that with the syrup we got back home!"
"Really?" her brother said, following her to the other side of the room and taking the swivel chair in front of her desk while Emilee sat on her bed. "That's so cool!"
The two trailed off onto - mostly - unrelated subjects, laughing and joking and telling stories and playing around as if they'd grown up together, unaware of two pairs of eyes watching them from the doorway that snuck off when the two 'new' siblings decided to go to sleep.
When Emilee returned from the joint bathroom, her cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much.
As she slipped under the covered and tapped her lamp twice to turn it off, Emilee couldn't help but think everything was alright.
But before she could sleep, she had to text the first brother she'd ever known.
Grabbing her iPhone from the bedside table, she smiled again when her lock screen lit up to show her and Peter making faces at the camera, wearing some of Emilee's hats.
Selecting the picture from her files, she posted it to Facebook and tumblr with a very long message.
I'm safe, though I miss you guys. At home right now and it's almost three in the morning. I have a brother named Peter. He likes ginger ale or club soda and shaved ice syrup, staying home and watching movies with popcorn...
1) Matt has two superhero shirts. A Batman one and a Superhero one, and her wears both a lot... Took me a while to pick D: And since it's the middle of summer vacation, I've forgotten what Steve dresses like...
FUCK YEAH! WRITTEN IN TWO DAYS, BITCHES! xD haha
So? How do you like it? :D I hope you do, because I plan to have good things planned for this story! :3
Oh, and Matt and Steve are actually my best friends. Steve doesn't like to be called Lawrence so... yeah. Hope it's not too bad when Steve and Steve Rogers are in one scene(if it comes to that in the plot)... lol we won't be seeing much more of Emilee's old friends and family until later in the story.
See you next time!
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