Ironwood June 12th

"Good night, I love you."

"I luv you too daddy."

I give my son a careful hug and tuck him into bed.

"I'm not sleepy at all."

Juno pouts.

"You need to sleep if you want to get big and strong like your mommy."

"No, I want to be small and cute forever!"

"Juno?"

"Ugh fine, goodnight daddy."

I turn off the light and go into my bedroom, June smiles, and gets the keyboard ready.

"Come on."

"Which game?"

"Counterstrike."

I slumped.

"Your going to let me win one, right?"

She pushed up her glasses and smiled.

"Never."

I sighed and got to the computer, it wasn't that different then from back home, but I discovered that my super powers do not in fact, make me good at video games. I watched myself die.

"FIRST KILL!"

"Well I'm going to have to break it to the kids."

"Break what?"

"The horrible news that their father is a noob."

I sat down and watched as June gleefully slaughtered the other team, this went on until there were only two people left. I looked at her screen, Ice Queen.

"Come out ICE QUEEN, COME OUT AND PLAY!"

"Fucking camper."

I listened in and remained silent as the child talked.

"Your just afraid because your a girl, the only thing your good at is cleaning and cooking shit, so go out and make me a sandwitch."

"Record."

"June, please no."

"June yes."

Her grin was evil, as her glasses glinted in the light.

"I see from your profile that your a chink, so maybe you didn't understand me, ching chong, hong kong, ding dong, dong dong."

She remained silent looking for an avenue of attack.

"One bucky and you sucky?"

"Little fucking shit."

"Hey Ice Queen go get raped by a tentacle monster."

She blinked and looked at me, and then turned back to the screen.

"After I win."

"June..."

"I have the uniform."

I sighed... and watched her smile.

"Hey come out you chink bitch! I'm going to murder your fucking family, it's going to be slow and painful and-"

She frowned.

"Tracking his IP Adress."

"June we have talked about this, no using powers to cheat at Counterstrike."

"This isn't cheating, this is about showing a little bastard who's boss."

"OK here are my top ten reasons why chicks suck at life."

"Found him, Oakland california, 13 years old, african american, has a single mother."

"Maybe if you suck my big black."

"Found his phone number, callling."

"June."

She smiled.

"Hello Mrs Peterson, I'm with the Seattle PD internet crimes office."

She paused.

"We're currently conducting a sting and um rather then press charges and ruin some boy's life we have decided to talk to you instead."

Her grin grew.

"Play recording."

We waited, as the boy continued his insults until-

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Smacking sounds.

"MOM, OWE MOOOOM."

June moved and brought out her knife.

"TERORISTS WIN!"

I watched her icon squat over the dead body.

"Was that necessary?"

"Yes Big guy, it was necessary."

"OWE OWE OWE!"

"YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT, NO VIDEO GAMES FOR A MONTH!"

"BUT MOM!"

She smiled and turn the game off.

"So next one is loser's choice."

I thought about it.

"Team fortress 2?"

June raised an eyebrow.

"Going to play medic?"

"I'm ok at spy."

She patted me on the shoulder.

"You really aren't."