"Brother." I reply, smirking more. His face is red. "I didn't know you changed your suit to strictly red. Wait...oh... never mind." I tease, my heterochromic eyes glimmering. He scowls harder, brown eyes glinting. I know I should apologize for being me, as usual, because he's so stressed and tired but I can't help it. I'm not one for apologizing. We usually make up within an hour of fighting, and we do it silently. Whether it be splaying on a couch under a fluffy blanket and watching a movie, or making fun of The Golden Retriever Of Freedom, sometimes not so jokingly.
"How did you get out of the damn suit?" he growls. I make a point to tilt my head towards it. I open my eyes a little wider, fluttering my eyelashes and pouting slightly to feign innocence. I broke the unbreakable Winter Soldier to not kill me once. I'm still not sure how, or why. It doesn't make sense. But, then again, it could have been that I put him under the influence of my magic. The cost of being a witch in this time is rough, people judge you. They sneer. They whisper in disgust. So many people that I've saved hates me for being a witch.
"Oh. I did get out, didn't I?" I muse, before looking at him. "You should be informed, breaking your own shoulder really hurts." His eyes darken and he strides towards me. I can tell he's pissed, but I keep my stance right where I am, leaning against the counter haughtily, all of the bottles of vodka, rum, whisky, normal beer, and more gone from the shelves behind me. For good measure, I made sure to make JARVIS promise to not let Tony get more. He glances at the shelves, scowl growing.
"Violet." He grinds my name out. Tilting my head like an innocent puppy, I pout at him with squinted eyes.
"Yes, Tony?" I answer politely, batting my lashes yet again. I'm a pretty good liar, if I say so myself. Once upon a time, I got Tony and our parents to think I went mute. It went on for several months until I got bored and started talking again. To say our Mom and Dad were upset was an understatement, saying they 'wasted' money on me for the best doctors. Tony was always their favorite. After a while, I managed to get used to it. I was eight when I gave up and became secluded from them, though I stuck to Tony like glue.
"Come on." He says, gesturing from me to him, snapping.
"Where?" I ask, not moving.
"You're grounded." he hisses out. I glare at him, my eyes closing slightly. If I were any animal, my hackles would be raised.
"I'm twenty seven minutes younger than you, not twenty years." I hiss, squinting my eyes at him. He makes a move to grip my wrist, but I step out of reach. He huffs, thinking about how to get me.
"JARVIS," I call. I hear a slight whir before the AI responds to my call.
"Yes, Mrs. Stark?" JARVIS's voice echos, with a slightly British accent. I've never wondered why, Tony programmed him to have the accent after all. If it were me, I would have had it been a little bit more pronounced but that's my opinion. I guess it would sound weird.
"I'm gonna need you to open the elevator doors, now. Thanks." I respond, stepping towards the elevator as the doors open with a ding. The AC/DC is quietly playing, awaiting for me to enter. I hesitate, part of me wanting to just talk to Tony. Of course, I ignore it.
"Yes, Mrs. Stark. You're welcome." The AI responds. Tony grabs for me again, but I sprint towards the elevator. The doors shut behind me, a metallic thump following, most likely Tony being upset. I grin, pressing the bottom floor button. He'll apologize later, knowing I won't because I've done this same things several times. The smell of ice was left behind, making me breathe out a sigh of relief. Though the scent of ice is homey and I usually love the smell, it's odd for it to follow me around so much.
Heaving myself up, I open the vent and climb through. I leap at the ladder, deciding to just sit there for a while to cool myself down. I'm not fond of Tony treating me like a child, and always have. I whistle quietly, not in the mood for pure silence. Summoning my phone and earbuds, I play some Set It Off. I shut my eyes, leaning my head against the wall behind me. Hypnotized floods into my ears, and as a reflex I clench my fist, a burst of angry magic shooting from me. Opening my eyes, I spot the marks on the shaft walls. I sigh out, spent. I start to feel the growing tiredness again. I've only gotten two hours of sleep in the passed twenty four hours, maybe longer.
After a while, the elevator begins to move up. I phase into a moth and land on top before turning back into myself. I look through the vent, only to cuss when I see Captain Patriotism. His demeanor, as always, screams 'Freedom'. Opening the top silently, I slide through the vent and land on my feet. His eyebrows go up, but he doesn't question it. "Violet." he greets with a nod. I glance at his clothes. A tight tee and jeans, as always, unless he just rode his motorcycle.
"Cap." I reply. "Oh, you might want to duck." I add when I realize we stopped on the main floor, where Tony is no doubt waiting for me. I snap and my phone disappears, the loud music from Set It Off disappearing. The silver doors slide open, to reveal a very pissed Tony. I hide a smug smile behind a cough. The smell of ice appears suddenly, seeming to be right beside me. I let out a small huff from my nose. I tilt my head down in fake shame.
"Violet." Tony growls, no doubt staring me down. I look up, while Cap shuffles behind me anxiously and awkwardly. He's used to me getting in trouble, but never really gets used to it. I hide another smirk, raising my hand to rub my eye, fighting down a yawn as I rub my tongue on the roof of my mouth, swallowing down the taste of blood from before, when I dislocated my shoulder. I move my hands away, looking levelly at my twin brother, older than me by a mere twenty seven minutes.
"Yes, brother dearest?" I reply, smugness pretty much radiating off of me. He snags me by my ear and yanks me out, making me nearly fall onto him. I smile at Captain Sparkles as Tony leads me to the movie room, all the while gripping my ear painfully. Due to being an animal with large ears often, my ears have grown sensitive. I whine a little, gripping his wrist with a scowl. I'm about to complain when I see where he's taking me too. I scowl and wriggle defiantly.
"Tony, no." I warn. He ignores me, shoving me in the room. I growl, irritated at the icy scent that's nearly overpowering, and pissed off at Tony. It's useless to bang in the door, so I just turn with dread, staring at the white screen. I watch as the Captain of Patriotism steps in view of the camera, looking right at it as he sits down on a chair, or something. I watch in mute hatred.
"So. You got detention." He states calmly with a straight face. My eyebrow twitches.
I turn and kick the door harshly. "Tony! Get your tired ass over here and open the door! I've heard enough." I hit my hands on the door for a few moments. After he doesn't come, I glare at the door and flop onto one of the recliners. I blow a piece of hair out of my face. The reason why my name is even Violet is because of my hair. It's a dark violet, of course. I was born with it that way. I usually cut it pretty short, but I've let it grow out to the bottom of my shoulder blades. My hair is thick, but thankfully straight. I just wish my parents could have picked a better name. I mean, Tony gets a normal name. I had to be named after my hair.
I sigh, summoning my laptop. It plops into my lap, along with headphones. I shove them over my ears and start playing Set It Off again, a type of therapy for me. I clench me fist, not closing my eyes as I focus on one of the seats, reaching forward and touching it. Within a few minutes of intense concentration that nearly makes me pass out, it disappears. In it's place in a moth. Sweat drips down my face, my hair sticking to me cheeks and forehead. Exhaustion makes it hard to move.I curl in the chair, but end up yanking out the head phones. I put the sound all the way up and shift into a fennec fox, the chairs being too cramped for a red fox.
I put my head on my paws, my huge ears to the speakers. Eventually, I start to drift into sleep. I open one eye, my blue one, to glance at the door when I hear a dull thump from near it. Nothing. I close it with a purr like growl and drift into the blackness that embraces me, managing to be slightly awake of my surroundings. I snap my eyes open when I feel someone petting me. Unless it's Tony or someone I know, I hate being pet. I jerk my head to the side, only to see the last bit of raven hair disappear from view with an emerald haze. I glare at where it disappeared. I stand and stretch, before flopping back down. I can tell I've only been asleep for a few minutes because its only two songs away from when I fell asleep.
I close my eyes again, deciding to keep the existence of someone like me a secret. They don't want anyone to know, I understand the feeling. I once stayed in an ant body for two weeks because I didn't want anyone too see me. They all though I died. I drift into sleep again, listening intently to the music. This time, I keep myself in a light sleep. The door opens quietly, and I hear Tony step in. I slowly open my eyes to gaze intently at him. He rubs the back of his neck, his eyes downcast. Knowing he's not great at apologizing, I stay in the chair for nearly five minutes as he fumbles his words.
Phasing back into myself, I put my laptop in my lap and pat beside me. He sits, and I open up Netflix. Out of us two, I'm the one who's more secluded, therefore I've downloaded hundreds of books and Netflix onto my laptop that Tony made for me. I load up a horror movie, and curl into his side. Almost all of our sorry's are silent. Instead of blabbering, we both just enjoy the others company. Halfway through the movie, I glance at him. My eyes are getting harder to keep open.
"You're still paying for your own booze." I say, smirking. Tony sighs, but smiles as he stares at the screen.
"I know." He replies
We continue watching the movie, Captain Patriotism blabbering on in the background. After a few minutes, I fall asleep curled against his side. For many years, people figured I was some sort of lover, since I was rarely seen. When he told media, angrily, that I'm his twin thousands of people apologized. We don't have a lot in common look wise. We both are around the same height, me being less than half an inch shorter. We have the same nose shape, but mine is slightly more 'delicate'. Tony picks me up and shuts my laptop and carries me to my room. To make it easier, I wake myself up a little and turn into a small fox. He smiles and sets me down on my bed before leaving.
All the while, the smell of ice follows us.
Hello, I'm jsut saying (as it's hard for me to publish new chapters on here since I'm new) I have an account of Quotev, and you can find all of the chapters written so far under MadHatter42 (link: MadHatter42/published)