Bruce,
Gosh, I miss you. There are absolutely no words to describe how much I miss you. Things just aren't the same without you by my side. I really wish that I could be there, too. Hell, I wish I could just see you, even if it were from a distance.
Yes, he is that bad! Parker is even more annoying than Thor! He's constantly flirting with me and won't stop asking me for my number! Don't worry about it, though. I won't give in.
Have I told you how much I love you? You always know exactly what to say when I am feeling down. Just thinking about you or even hearing your name makes me smile… Have I told you how much I miss you?
Look to the skies. I love you.
-Ari
She looked up from her writing to see that Peter Parker was still going on about his favorite subject: himself. "What are you writing?" He asked her suddenly.
"A letter," Ari answered bluntly. She folded the piece of paper and forced it into an envelope.
"People still write those?" The teenager was obviously confused by her old-fashioned simplicity. He shook his head, trying to forget that he had even asked such a stupid question. "Who are you writing to?"
"A friend…"
"A friend? Or a friend friend?" Ari didn't answer. "So, you do have a boyfriend?" Still, she said nothing. "Don't think I'm gonna stop trying," Peter said," 'cause I'm not."
"Don't get your hopes up, Spandex," Ari finally answered with a laugh.
"Hey, a guy can dream, right?"
"Whatever, Spandex." She smiled.
"Will you please stop calling me that?" Parker pleaded.
"Not a chance, Spandex." Ari licked the lip of the envelope and closed it as she stood. "I'll be right back."
"Hurry back," he replied with a mischievous smile.
Ari rolled her eyes as she left the living room. She exited the house and headed for the grey mailbox at the end of the driveway. She opened it, put the letter inside, and closed it after putting up the red flag.
Ari stood there, looking up at the Parker house. This was where Ari lived now. She rented the spare room they had upstairs. Peter's Aunt May had been very kind to her since the day she moved in. Peter, on the other hand, was just another horny teenage boy. However, this horny teenage boy was also very well known in Queens under the alias of Spider-man.
Ari went back into the house and up to her room. Peter was standing in front of the old wooden desk, looking through on of her many sketchbooks. He was currently looking at her most recent drawing of her father, Agent Phil Coulson.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Ari exclaimed.
Peter jumped in surprise at the sound of her voice. "I was just-" He stammered.
"Stay out of my stuff, Parker!" She was yelling now. "Get the hell out!"
He put the sketchbook back down on the desk. "I'm sorry, okay?" Peter genuinely looked sorry for upsetting her like he did.
"Get out!" Peter did as he was told and left the room.
Ari grabbed her pillow from the bed, held it up to her face, and screamed. Sometimes, all she could do was scream. Her life was a mess. She wasn't allowed to see the one person who truly cared about her. She had been forced to baby-sit an annoying and arrogant teenage boy. Face it, she thought to herself. Your life is as messy as it gets.
Ari laid down on her bed and closed her eyes. She thought of nothing but love and the warmth of being in Bruce's arms.
As hard as she tried not to, Ari began to cry. She cried for her father, murdered by the god of mischief. She cried for Banner, all alone with no one to care for him. Finally, Ari cried for herself, wishing there were some way to get out of this mess.