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Poke Pt 6 - Emergency Threads

Storm has passed finally and here is the next chapter of the saga! :) If you guys feel up to it let me know how you’re liking the story so far.

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Hospitals at least off reports of how well your scanners were going had sent initial contact to begin talks of what might be done for them in terms of their own flocks. Although off your phone your eyes moved to follow a finger dipping into your freshly arrived milkshake had you ready your feet underneath the table. Also subtly shifting the panels of the layered nearly sheer floral skirt on the sweetheart top sleeveless dress you had on underneath an oversized flannel you’d changed into after your stop at the base in case work had called so you wouldn’t reek of grime and metal.

“So, sugar, what’s your name?” The words came from a body you didn’t care to see on the other end of the finger that dipped into the drink beside the spoon in your milkshake to take a taste for themselves not two moments after you had received it.

“Go away,” you responded. Your eyes not falling on the man but the waitress who watched you slide the milkshake away she lifted apologetically as if she knew this guy had done this before to other women.

“Don’t be like that sugar,” he crooned and in the move of his hand to reach for you a swift kick had the chair he was on flip to have him on his back.

“Go away.” The noise enough to halt a few conversations in the place while kids not far away laughed at the assumed try to lean back in a chair too far gone wrong.

He scoffed and in his try to get up your eyes rose to find Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers there, both who gripped the man and shoved him clear of your table and with a smooth press of her boot had the chair upright and pushed up to the end of the table. Yelena Belova and Melina Vostokoff dressed also in heeled boots, casual jeans and blouses looked from over Natasha’s shoulders as they eyed the young girl the former assassins wanted to come check on personally. All three with bruised and broken noses healed after their three way battle they had around your smaller self and able to be in public without turning heads outside of lust.

“Mind if we join you?” Steve asked with his usual puppy dog smile with enough twinkle in his eyes to pretend like he wasn’t up to something. Though his voice didn’t have as obvious a forced cheesy tone to it as those in the videos your school played for you all on occasion.

“Depends, are you going to touch my food too?”

“No,” he said and then grinned at your hand gesturing to the seat across from you with a tucked up newspaper in his inner pocket of his jacket reading of another wave of deaths for those who committed the usual death sentence crimes on top of Carnage’s work.

Natasha said in her slide onto the seat after him, “You would imagine after this last wave guys would behave themselves.”

“Punishment just losing its appeal it seems.” Steve remarked in a scoot more around the curved seat to allow the other ladies room to sit with their eyes still fixed on you.

To which you replied, “Careful don’t let Stark hear you say that. Might think you’re rooting for the other team.” Making him smirk your way as you thanked the waitress for the new milk shake and then turned to take their orders.

Steve, “Just coffee, please.”

Natasha said, “I’ll have a brownie and some hot tea.” Steve looked her way and she said, “I don’t need another cup of coffee.”

Yelena said, “I want a shake too, strawberry, and she’ll take a vanilla.” Gesturing to Melina whose mouth fell open.

In Russian she said, “I don’t want a shake.”

“No, but if you get vanilla then I can try both.” Making Melina roll her eyes.

“And a tea,” the fake mother added in English to allow Yelena order some food as well for the pair of them to give her the most options to try in her newfound freedom and enjoyment especially in all the variations of food.

“So is this good cop, bad cop round two of my interrogation?” You teased and Nat smirked your way.

“I wanted to apologize about the fight after I was gassed.” She said as you took a sip of your drink moving your now closed phone into the rainbow fox fur bag on your lap, “I had no intention of hurting you until then, but in the positives now we know I have a weakness against that gas and we can work against that in the future.”

“I’m not the one you ended up hurting,” you said teasingly while Steve wondered what you might be dressed up for.

“You look snazzy,” he said and you looked his way. “Party later?”

“Got invited to meet a baby at my friend’s. Most of my jeans are stained and my shorts are being held hostage by a stack of books that fell over last night.”

Melina asked, “You like babies?”

“Well he’s three days old, not much into politics or sports yet so he’s nowhere near insufferable yet.” Making her chuckle and turn at the arrival of their drinks with the waitress who grinned at their thanks.

Yelena was quick to steal tastes of both shakes as Nat said, “Peter mentioned it’s near the last week of school for you guys and we were headed off to go shopping to keep this one from fussing over his friend while he’s in therapy. Popped in my head you might be up for some last minute Prom shopping if you haven’t chosen yet.”

“Oh, I’m not going to Prom.”

Steve’s mouth fell open, “How can you not go?! You only get it once. I might not have danced but I had fun with my friend Bucky when he wasn’t spinning his dame around.”

“It’s just shy 300 bucks a ticket,”

“What?!” Steve asked then looked to Nat and back to you.

“And that’s not counting the dress or heels or beauty parlor stop before hand. Not to mention transportation hassles. I don’t need to go to Prom.”

Steve said, “Well you at least could go window shop.”

Yelena said, “Didn’t you just make millions of dollars from the military?”

“I don’t get paid until the birds are completed, same with the deal with Stark and his airline. Do have some more hospitals who want scanners lined up soon though to consult about what they might want.” And to him you answered, “Last time I did that I ended up mourning over an expensive dress I would never drop a year of rent to buy. Even if I had one of Stark’s trust fund checks to pay for it.”

Steve said with a grin, “We can cover it. You could use a pick me up after that jerk ruined your day.”

“There’s one of him every twenty feet in this city and none of them could ruin my day if they all shared their brain cells. And thank you but I don’t accept handouts.”

Natasha smirked, “Handouts don’t come in the form of dresses from us. Besides, I could use some input other than from this one here. His head’s still stuck in the past and I have been delegated to baby sit this fossil until we get the clear from Rhodey. And these two keep telling me to go pastel.”

Yelena said, “Bows too, lots of bows,” clearly messing with her older sister. She chuckled at the eye roll she got in return.

“Least you finally have more female Avengers to help lighten the load for you.” You said taking a sip of your milkshake in the arrival of their orders and when the waitress left after your order of sandwich and fries was left in front of you they glanced to you again having thanked her for delivering it all.

“I can barely stand them most of the time. And only thing worse to the press than more members would be a fleet of female Avengers to steal their thunder.” She joked making you smirk.

Then you answered back, “Especially the God of Thunder I would assume?”

“Says he loves women, but he’s shockingly devoid of thunder so far,” she said watching you eat one of your fries that was dipped in the honey mustard filled paper bowl beforehand. “You always protective of your food?”

“Trust issues. Spent eight years being dosed and made immune to toxins, on top of that food and meals are sacred to my culture, often times you aren’t considered welcomed amongst a person’s inner circle until they have invited you to supper at their home.” As you lifted the fry to your lips you said, “I can share with my brother, and I gave Peter some of my oreos once. I would assume a sort of bond like in the films would come over me to spoil these problems if I found somebody I cared about. Get to do all those sappy feeding one another off the same spoon moments.”

Steve, “Trust me kid, you’ll have plenty of options to find somebody. I was in my twenties when I had my first long conversation with a woman. You seem to not have trouble speaking to the opposite sex. Or the same one.” The last sentence he added abruptly, recalling talk of your supposed ex girlfriend.

“When they actually talk not really. A majority however like to touch not talk and find me a bit old fashioned for the times.”

Melina said, “As you should be.”

Natasha said, “Take it from another trust issues survivor. It fades. And I know just the store we will start in. I need a ball gown and something bordering on a classy toga.”

“Is that an opening for me to ask what for? Or should I just assume it’s to fill in blank spots in your closet?”

She smirked as she chewed her bite she cut off her brownie and answered when she swallowed, “Parties. I heard from Pepper you are going to be invited to the masked ball Tony is throwing. Quite the achievement for an outsider against his own trust issues,” she said to your first bite of one of the four triangles of your sandwich. “Then again I hear you’ve got an impressive intellect even outside of aviation. Maybe Tony has plans to bring you into his company.”

Behind your hand you said around your mouthful, “I don’t want to work for Stark. We have a deal on the BigBucks but outside of that I think he needs his own footing.”

Melina said, lifting her own slice of a sandwich to Yelena sampling her own choice in front of her. “Now that’s an intriguing statement,” she said with her smirk spreading again as Steve looked over your calm expression in taking another bite of your sandwich. “With a million different reasons why you could have said it.”

After swallowing you answered, “I prefer control of what I create. Other people always want to put their fingers in what I build. Stark is a loose ship now, he can go however he likes now he’s not tied to war, best to let him settle and see how he shapes the empire first before tethering my future to his company.”

Steve, “Like your food, Tony does have a habit of controlling things. Can’t even unload groceries in front of him or he starts to rearrange things.” He paused then asked, “You miss your hometown?”

Your head tilted side to side, “Depends on the day. Wouldn’t trade a day with my brother for anything though. He keeps me sane.”

Steve’s ramble on about how coffee had changed in the time he was frozen allowed you time to eat and pull out a few bills to lay on the table to accept the shopping trip you were being taken on. Outside as you waited to join them in the car Melina asked, “What was your name again? Your Russian name.”

“Jyllania Vladiskarskova,” you answered and her eyes narrowed slightly.

“I don’t remember you.”

“Most people I knew are dead,” you said and she turned to take her own turn to get inside, “Except for my hairdresser. She was glad to see me again.”

Inside the upscale shop you eyed what should be the perfect dress on Natasha’s perfect hourglass figure with your head tilted as she said, “What’s wrong with it? I love it, there’s just something-,” the other two ladies currently were being fitted into their own choice of dresses.

“I think it’s the sash.”

“But the sash is my favorite part,” she said and behind her you climbed onto the pedestal to untie the sash over the corseted sleeveless top that you eased both up and down to find a more flattering spot. “It was the sash.”

“Well they make and model the damn things on ironing boards on stilts hard to match it perfect for fuller figures on shorter frames like ours.” You said making her smile at her reflection imagining it with her mask she’d already chosen.

“Your turn,” you let out a squeak and she took your hand guiding you to a changing room, “Already picked you a ball gown.”

Inside you found and pulled on the strapless ball gown with a voluminous skirt like her own. Yelena had chosen a more fitted skirt while Melani had a layered one with curled ends to be more flower like to match the lace floral top.

Yet in a nude colored under layer topped with black lace decoration stitched onto black sheer fabric continuing up the bodice that had her smiling proudly at the sight of you in it to Steve’s posture straightening at you in something so formal as if he was your own date for the evening. A reaction copied for the five you were forced into between her nine choices.

One in teal, strapless with tight cinching and golden beadwork to the hips when it flowed out gracefully in loose layers.

Two tight sleeveless gowns that had sheer panels to cover above the sweetheart tops to the neck. One in white and gold branch accents with a small train of fabric to pool around your feet, and the other in pale teal with silver lace accents and a sash at the waist to match for the dress that barely reached the floor in a straight cut.

For your own toga reminiscent style dress the bright white sheer layered skirt was slit up to the upper thigh and met the golden belt that separated the base from the lace top. With thick straps in white and a low dip in the cleavage almost to the belly button that had the super soldier actually swallow seeing you walk out.

Though nothing compared to his near fall off his stool when you came out in the figure hugging golden number with accents to frame your curves perfectly on the thick strapped wonder. This with another low dipping cleavage cut you felt almost naked in for how he and even a few of the ladies in the shop looked at you in it.

On the verge of trembling you managed back to the changing room and took your time getting dressed again, mentally chasing a pebble in a game of hopscotch in a means to calm yourself from a panic attack that with use of a calming app you were able to step out with a stoic façade.

Natasha clearly was trying on another gown and Steve was near to the glass wall looking out at the street once again checking his messages so you simply moved to your empty stool to wait and wonder how many dresses she was going to try on and how long you would have to wait. Every choice you had was gone over in your mind for how long it would take to work them off.

That train of thought only derailed after she came out with a mostly sheer appearing dress with glittering woven strips of sequined fabric your eyes followed. In wonder of how it was made and who had thought the dress up that Nat shook her head at its lack of being able to be tailored shorter without spoiling the effect of the angles on the bottom panels at the hem. Though she got excited at the dress a few minutes later being perfect for Yelena, who was not to secretly loving the family bonding time.

A card was produced and where you thought you were free as she wrote the address for the Tower for it to be delivered to you eyed the street glad she didn’t force the issue of buying you any of your choices.

Shoes however in an uptight boutique came next and from one gladiator strapped design to another you strolled. Listening to Nat in her choice for her toga party dress she also was having shipped to the Tower that had to have a pair matching the one her relatives had chosen. Followed by four more pairs in the next two shops you helped her to pick as you refrained from so much as touching or staring at your own favored choices.

Melina however as the sisters focused on similar pairs kept at your side asking your opinions on various styles and designs, not moving far away unless Steve had to come between you to reach things. The latter noticing how you kept undoing and redoing the hair tie securing the end of your long detailed braid decorated by ample bee hair clips the two new ladies noticed the subtle shift of wings or even locations of a few of them during the visit.

Freedom however was nothing more than a farce as up the steps to your apartment you sighed in unlocking your front door only to flinch at the rack of dresses with shoe boxes on the rungs beneath them. On the back of your closed door you noticed the note from Eddie reading, ‘Out of pizza back in a bit. You got a delivery while you were away.’

In an unamused scoff you neared the garment bags and boxes that with peeks inside revealed everything you had chosen including the shoes that behind you Steve had been handing over any pair you showed some sort of interest in. Unfortunately including a white pair that looked like it was covered in those candies that were little colored domes on sheets. Taped to the bar was a note that read simply, ‘In case of emergencies.’

“Emergency, right,” yet in pulling the note off the bar you read on the back, ‘Not a handout. You deserve a nice couple of presents for graduation and all your hard work.’

Behind you the front door opened and he flashed you a grin, “So? You went shopping?”

“Widows and Captain America crashed my lunch and Nat said she needed help picking gowns for one of Stark’s parties.”

“And she insisted, I get it. Bit pushy, that yellow box of shoes is hideous.”

“I didn’t want those. Didn’t say I wanted any of them,” you said nearing your mini kitchen as he set the pizzas on the pans atop the pre-heated oven he slid inside and used your own rhino shaped timer to let you know when they were done. “Guess Cap was following me and flagging every pair I might have looked at.”

“So, nice things, when’s the party?”

“Not a clue.” You said on your way to your chairs leaving your bag on one of the stools to sit down.

“What do you mean? That’s why you would shop, a party is coming up. You don’t do it backwards.”

“Well they apparently do. Note says they’re in case of emergencies. Guess whenever he gets around to it, if he does I’ll have an invitation. If not those things will sit there taunting me for all of eternity.”

“They won’t last for all of eternity. Good while, but not that long.” His eyes followed as you put up your sore feet, flexing and rolling them as best you could to ease the tension in them. “Bout time for the show if you’re up for it?” You nodded and Buster flew over to rest on the mounted screen on the wall he settled into his seat and linked up to cast the show across it so you could relax to a larger view instead of his smaller one on his back you used when alone.

“Tell me again Brother why I have to don these absurd Midgardian clothes. My supply is amply suited for a party of Stark’s capabilities.” Loki said as him and Thor were strolling through the high end suit shop.

Thor stated, “Because Brother we are trying to blend into the crowds this night. It is a Masked Ball. These suits will also require tailoring to our bodies and we must grant the workers ample time to ready the garments.” He glanced at his brother, who was eyeing a certain pattern on the jacket hung on his right he lifted the one in his size and laid it over his arm. “And the occasion will grant the young Shieldmaiden Pluto the chance to properly meet Jane while conscious and converse with us again. The pair of you were friendly.”

Loki said as he eyed a pair of slacks that caught his eye to Thor’s method of collecting armfuls he would drop into the hold of the aids come to help their picking. “Miss Pear has a brain. Quite rare on this planet. Fairly traveled and able to share an extensive amount on Svartalfheim father rarely allowed research into. We did not converse much on intellectual matters however she does seem a cut above the flock. Could make for an entertaining bout of company should we only be subjected to more politicians, Agents and the Avengers. I did not expect being quarantined to such a small list of approved conversation partners.”

Thor, “Our race is new to this generation. They shall grow more accustomed and we shall soon be free to do as we please.”

Behind them when Steve entered now with Bucky in tow for their own bout of shopping Tony from his place being fitted in his new slacks for the proper hemline he asked, “Five gowns and twelve pairs of shoes? I said to pick the kid out an outfit, not a whole week’s worth of them! How many events do you think I’m throwing to invite her to?”

Steve said, “Nat at least got her to try on the dresses and she would barely look at the shoes.”

“And now she has twelve pairs of them?” He asked disbelievingly.

“She said she didn’t want a handout,” Steve said that dropped Tony’s jaw. “Agreed to try a few dresses on and left it at that Nat’s the one who swiped her license for her address to ship the stuff to. She’s a good kid, had a guy shove his finger in her milkshake beforehand trying to push for a date, we felt bad for her.”

Tony repeated disbelievingly then raised his arms to be measured properly for the jacket to match the pants to be made from scratch. “Her milkshake.”

Steve, “Tony if somebody did that to Pepper you know you’d blast a hole in his head.”

Tony avoided that obvious fact by saying, “Pepper doesn’t buy gowns and shoes when she has a bad day. She yells at me like a sane person.”

Nat said in her task of bringing him over a tie to pair with his pants pattern, “She can’t afford to go to her Prom Tony. She’s skipping it. Plus she still apparently is stuck on that graduation speech she has to give. We bought her some outfits.”

Steve, “She wouldn’t even take the water bottles they had out for us in the shops either.”

Tony chortled, “60 bucks a pop she’s a smart kid. You drank five though. Why so thirsty Capcicle?”

Nat, “You might not understand-,”

“She’s a good kid on hard times. I know that.” He sighed, “Pepper saw the invoice now she’s planning more parties and her brother is still a member of the press.”

Thor stated, “The Shieldmaiden Pluto showed little interest in your business endeavors upon our introduction. She shall not steal your secrets.”

Tony said, “Just because he’s made it nice and cozy with her doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy. Arms length, no one brings him into the fold. He is visiting only.”

Nat smirked saying, “Oh you’re soft on her and you know it. She’s got moxie and enough trouble in her to throw you off your game.” Eying Yelena and Melina both eying the supply of ties to choose from.

Tony, “I am not soft on her. I already got a kid to look after.”

Steve said, “Peter accepts your gifts though,” smirking at the huffing Billionaire who gave him a pointed gaze. “She’s got to be brilliant even had Nat stumped a bit when she delved into a paper she’d finished a couple weeks ago for her animal anatomy class.”

Nat joked, “As if you knew anything she spouted off about. Even Banner would have been stumped I bet.”

She said giving the scientist a glance at his own struggle to choose a suit of his own, luring the two other Widows his way, who muttered, “I have doctorates, none of them in animal sciences. But I bet I could make her head spin chatting about the complexities of atoms and the distant corners of the universe.”

To which Loki retorted turning heads to the Prince they imagined to have been ignorant to their conversation, “Or perhaps since we only know of one of her courses of study she may yet know more than you in that field as well. One of you has left this realm several times and was able to decipher technology beyond capabilities of this race.”

Bruce said, “I have several PhD’s in those fields. Decades of study and experience.”

Loki caught his gaze to say, “That does not make her intellect fallible in comparison to yours. Youth or no youth.”

Tony asked Nat, “What type of circus is going on at this graduation?”

Nat, “I have no clue, the one from last year seems fairly easy going.”

Yelena said, “For someone so skilled at hand to hand combat speeches should not instill such fear in her.”

Melina stated, “Perhaps she is busy. Twenty emails came in while in the shoe store alone.”

Tony said, “I’m making a call, we’re going to that graduation.”

Bucky asked, “I thought you said she was nervous, wouldn’t that make it worse to have us there?”

Tony, “Oh she’ll love the company,” already easing his earpiece on and telling Jarvis to call the Dean for your school.

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” you muttered the following afternoon after Midtown classes. Halfway from the back room of the store you were working in hauling with ease a seven foot pallet of water bottles and juice you parked on the aisle. Turning to rise on your toes to tear open the plastic wrap ushering the woman away who tried to just grab something from the middle of the pallet. From it you grabbed the seven things on top of it to stack on the floor at your feet to pull off the plastic wrapped groupings of sports drinks that she turned up her nose and muttered, “That’s too big. I want the little ones.” And her head turned to follow your point to the display on the main aisle past the scientist Bruce Banner who crept around the corner of the aisle eyeing the relaxed muscles in your bicep that showed no change as you set the box on top of the others in her strut away pretending she hadn’t just wasted your time.

“They leave you alone on drinks often?” He asked only to notice the two teens who had taken hold of the pallet jack with their shoes sliding until you gripped the back of the pallet from the side and gave them a starting push to get it the absurd three feet over they wanted it.

“I’m on registers today, just have me help the new kids with the heavy pallets.”

That had him smirk and say in your turn to head up front, “Out of everyone here they pick you?”

“Big guy in the magazines has a bad back. Days I’m not here they have to split it onto carts to move it.”

He turned and joined you on the walk to the front saying, “I figured it was fair warning, Tony got us seats at your graduation.”

“Ah, knew there was a plot afoot. No one digs into my past without aims for a piece of my present.” You looked his empty armed self over and asked, “You came out here all this way to tell me that? My schedule that obvious?”

“We’re picking up Peter on the way back. Stark had a copy of your employment history on his system not hard to dip into the system here and see when you were scheduled to be here.”

“Comforting, stalked by the Avengers. I’ll try not to let it get to my head. Safe driving. And mind Elm there’s a broken water main they’re fixing.”

“So that’s what that was. See you at graduation I suppose.” He said at a loss for what else to say now that his self appointed task was through.

“See you, Dr Banner.”

At least afterwards you could get away to clear your head and focus now on the speech even without new work to be done on Eldfalls that seemed to inexplicably evade your ability to draft at the moment.

A stroll through Central Park however that sat in the center of a busy city normally bustling with bodies now avoiding this part of town stirring up just more discomfort. Three bodies of joggers drew closer and off their side of the walkway to yours breaking said try to focus on this speech when Steve, Sam and Bucky turned to join you to the zoo where you were headed.

At least for you the peace of your mind was tolerably in grasp as the men at least talked over your head in broken tries to be subtle on things about plans to come. Arrival near to a large tree had your gaze shift up locking Bucky in place to check why you stopped. Atop a broad branch was a trio of cockatoos clearly escaped from an exhibit nearby, to your side he moved offering a palm in a hunch forward. “Let’s fetch our escapees before they break the butterfly nets out.” Onto his palm you lifted a foot to settle to gain even more pictures of your curious flannel, hat, short and sneaker clad self in the midst of familiar faces to fill your inbox with more attention grabbing messages.

“Hi,” you said softly when you reached the level of the branch drawing attention of the birds. “Must have been something frightening to scare you three out here, and I bet when you get back there will be ample snacks for you.”

Sam on the ground said, “Oh look, she found more birds.” Steve turned his head to notice the growth of a sort of crowd to see why they had turned focus to this tree.

“Okay, down we go,” the trio of birds filed onto your arm on the branch and looked over you and the area while Bucky lowered the hand over his head to let you down to the ground again in a move that had Steve curious for how often you both had done that move. Such ease of motion gave hint it at least had been often and had him wonder what the circumstances might be. All the same a playful comment from Sam was soon joined by another as you led the way towards the enclosure, finding the two loose peacocks who had gone to look for the birds and now relieved workers who approached you with treat covered sticks in hand to coax the birds back to their care.

Familiar beyond words them being with you was not uncommon, as you often stopped into the bird exhibits when you came here, and were trusted even by the unruliest of birds to feed. Always hinting to the staff you might in the least amongst talk of studies of Vet classes want to work in a zoo one day and were simply gaining as much exposure to the world now. Even the peacocks turned and went back to the exhibit that had their food there, outside the enclosure noise had grown to signal the arrival of the Princes. This arrival changed the focus at least of the three guys who took notice of the duo usurping your attention to learn more from their new friend until a single call had them all leave you just to a trip home with such a buzz in your mind hope to write anything useful.

A meal was necessary as you were needed for a late shift at the candle shop to, so at a small eatery you stopped for a supposed heart stopping burger and three orders of fries in clear watch of other food trucks in this line you never ate at. Even though you explained at the first approach of them the oils and ingredients they used and refused to change from had your high spending self focused on just this one burger truck. All the same offers of samples called from their trucks were turned down as you were clearing up to head off to work for the second time today.

Setting up for a new release only landed you with ample spare bits of paper within those packets, across the backs of which you took random topics off book titles in hands of those passing by and wrote up a dozen mini speeches of varying skill to prove you could write, just not about this stupid graduation speech. Speeches that when you got home turned into paper airplanes you sent across the way to Eddie’s table to be found and have him chuckle at through his late breakfast after you’d gone to school.

Pt 7

#Escaped Child Assassin #Black Widows #Captain America #Avengers #Forced Shopping #Proms are expensive #Why so thirsty Capsicle?#Crashing Graduation Plans #Marvel #Found Family #Eddie Brock #Venom

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