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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

“Oh good you’re awake!” Emilia says casually “you were pretty messed up but I patched you up…oh my god sorry, my name is Emilia, you’re in avengers tower.”

Issy paused, working out the location. "You dragged me to Midtown? That's like a 45-minute walk."

Issy leaned back against the pillow. At least this was comfy. Beat having to crash on Claire Temple's couch again. Or on Frank's?

"I'm Issy."

“I have friends that can fly, it’s ok” she says like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Damn avengers.

"Right, duh." Issy sighed. She forgot how many damn avengers there were. Not like she ever came in contact with any of them besides the Hawkeyes.

"Am I good to go, or am I gonna get interrogated before I can leave?"

“No you’re good” she giggles “but you should stay for a bit…you got hit pretty hard”

Issy groaned. "Yup, starting to feel that."

“You need water? Pain meds?” Emilia searches through her drawer of meds and bandaids she specifically curated for situations like this

"Paracetamol, if you have it," Issy answered, she didn't have medication, really only stolen ibuprofen from a gas station.

“Got it” she holds it up and grabs a water bottle from outside “here you go lovely” she sits with her as she takes the meds

"Cheers." Issy didn't even blink at the nickname; she'd been called a nickname every time she left the house/building she was squatting in for the night.

She swallowed the medication. "thanks."

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

He’d been rinsing out the rag that he’d used to wash her legs off- that was a lot of blood for a girl that small—

But he guessed most of it wasn’t hers.

“Oh, hey,” he noticed her standing in front of the bed, her legs now wrapped in gauze (the wounds weren’t even that bad) “How you feeling?”

"Like shit." She responded. "But that's about the usual."

Fuck, it really had to be one of the city's actual heroes who picked her up.

“Any dizziness? You took quite a beating there,” he tossed the baton he had found in her hands when he picked her up to the side.

"I'm fine." Issy lied, it was easier that way. The sooner she got out of here, the fewer questions she'd have to answer. "Tracksuits are just like that. But eh, I'd rather deal with them myself than let some poor ol' bodega owner have to handle it."

“You nearly collapsed off a building, and into the street, I don’t think you’re fine,” he insisted, crossing his arms firmly.

Issy opened her mouth to respond, then realized that they had nothing. "Fine."

She closed their eyes, feeling the pain in their body. "I think my right shoulder is dislocated, my floating ribs are probably bruised, and I have a migraine. But I always have a migraine, so that's fine."

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

He’d been rinsing out the rag that he’d used to wash her legs off- that was a lot of blood for a girl that small—

But he guessed most of it wasn’t hers.

“Oh, hey,” he noticed her standing in front of the bed, her legs now wrapped in gauze (the wounds weren’t even that bad) “How you feeling?”

"Like shit." She responded. "But that's about the usual."

Fuck, it really had to be one of the city's actual heroes who picked her up.

“Any dizziness? You took quite a beating there,” he tossed the baton he had found in her hands when he picked her up to the side.

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

"oh! Your awake- hiiii!! I thought you died honestly" spiderstar opened the door hes just some freak in a spider suit looks like a teenager not very threatening, but they do have their mask above their nose showing their extremely sharp teeth and many scars

"Who the hell are you?" Issy asked, wiping blood from their lip. "Where are we?"

She flinched at a sudden pain in their chest; she already knew their ribs were bruised.

"Why'd you take me here?"

""I saw you bleeding on the side of the road so I took you home and patched you up a little, this is my apartment a block down from where I found you, and im spiderst4r! "

"Okay?" Issy said. "I'm the Shadow, or Issy, since you know what I look like now."

She sighed. At least she was still in Hell's Kitchen.

"Wait, you thought I was dead?"

"I mean you looked like you were dying. I dunno you're someone on the side of the street you assume they aren't doing to good.. but I almost die a lot to i felt like a should help out. If I didnt get help I'd be dead "

"Yeah, Hell's Kitchen ain't the brightest place. Wish I could stop waking up in random people's apartments, but eh, that's how I met Daredevil."

Issy thought for a second.

"And The Punisher. And like all of the vigilantes I'm friends with."

"Woah! You met those cool people!! I know 1 famous vigilante and its deadpool-" the spiderstar just seemed like a happy kid

"Oh, I am so sorry."

Issy couldn't fathom it, how did this kid know Wade and still act like this, all young and childlike and innocent.

"For your brain, I am so sorry."

They laugh "hes not that bad"

Spiderstar is kinda swaying back and forth"I made some noodles, do you want some?

"You haven't spoken to him about Lady Death yet. Pro tip, don't," Issy advised, mentally shuddering over the imagery she had accidentally imagined when she had those conversations with Wade.

She thought over the offer. "Sure, I'm always up for free food, hun."

"I don't know ifi wanna know... uh anyway ill go get you something to eat!" They run down the hall

Issy found themselves laughing as Spiderstar left, god, yeah, that kid really didn't want to know.

She brushed their fingers over their bloody knuckles, cracked open and coated red, much like the rest of the city.

"Huh, you poetic bastard." She cursed herself, she just about sounded like Frank before a kill.

they come back with a plate of noodles for issy "i honestly probably hang out with deadpool more than I should... Anyway! Here's your noodles" they hand you the noodles

Issy took the noodles with a thankful nod, "Any amount of time spent with Deadpool is more time than you ever should."

Issy started eating, carefully twirling hte noodles around their fork in a way that wouldn't hurt her hands.

spiderstar brought the plate they were eating early into the room and is also eating just much more fast and messy "he pretty cool though he took me to get therapy "

Issy paused with a bite in their mouth, quickly swallowing it.

"Well, I'll be damned." She sighed. "I guess he can be responsible for once in his life."

"Yeah" they continue to shovel food into their mouth "so how you feeling? "

Issy shrugged, taking another bite. "Could be worse." She commented. "Should be fine in a few days, give or take."

Issy kept eating. "Shit, I haven't had a warm meal in god knows how long."

"Ooo do you like it!? Im not very good at cooking but I tried my best I" the kid was very silly and energetic

"You did great," Issy reassured. "Better than I'd do, anyway. My building doesn't have power, water, or gas, so I can't really cook."

"I get it, I used to live in a abandoned mall " they continue eating happily

Issy nodded, also continuing to eat.

She leaned back against the pillow when she was done, setting the plate on her lap.

"Hey, kid." She started. "How old are you?"

they finish eating "im fifteen! Why ya askin ??" They are playing with their fork

"Holy fuck." Issy sighed. This kid was 15, and they were already involved with this shit.

She knew she couldn't talk, since she started at 8, but like, already?

"And you're alone here?" Kid must've been, if Wade's the one bringing them to therapy.

"Yup im here alone I think im doing a good job" they smile they dont see anything concerning with this

"Yeah, you're doing great, kid." Issy praised, leaning forward slightly to ask more questions. "Is Wade the only adult you talk to?"

"Deadpool and this vigilante guy named Ben hes pretty cool to but yeah mostly just wade"

Issy tried to hide their instincts, but the panic was already setting in.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." She stammered. "Uh, that's changing. "

"wait what why-" spiderstar looks nervous, they dont get to talk to people often they don't know many people they really don't wanna upset issy

"You need someone in your life other than those two, and you shouldn't be on your own," Issy explained. "I'm not the greatest example, but I do want to help you."

"wait dose that mean were friends now!? " the kids eyes light up

"Hell yeah, kid." Issy smirked. "We're friends now."

"yay!! " They flap their hands up in down in excitement

Issy softly laughed as she watched them. God, she missed those days. Back when she was still innocent-ish, when their hands hadn't spilled as much blood.

She wasn't going to let what happened to them happen to him. Not ever.

The kid just seems so happy and joyful full off life, that's atleast what it looked like

Issy sighed; she knew the signs. This was a front, she knew that. She'd done the same thing for a while when she was a kid. Act all happy when you were anything but.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting the plate beside her mask on the table. She stood up and unzipped her hoodie, showing a ripped slipknot t-shirt she had under.

"Let's go on a walk, kid."

She'd let the front stay, for now. Let him show the cracks first before she stabilizes his foundation.

"Uh alright! " They stumble to get up quickly they were happy to finally talk to someone they love talking to people, but the whole perfectly fine thing was all a lie trying no to scare people away

They started to wander down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, it was dark by now.

Issy had peeked around the corner that she started at, but didn't see anything other than a small blood puddle.

She sighed, but kept leading Star around.

They stopped near a bench in Dewitt Clinton Park, right by the basketball court. There was a pickup game happening, some high school students laughing and messing with each other as they played.

"You ever miss those days?" Issy offhandedly asked.

"School kinda sucked.. I miss my friends though " they fallows behind issy now a little worried for what's happening

"I get that," Issy muttered, sitting down on a bench. "I was orphaned at 2, so I was raised in an orphanage. I ran away when I was 6. I never really had friends my age. I think you are the closest in age to me; I'm 19."

"Oh, neat .. I had 2 really close friends but their both gone now..." sits next to her on the bench

Issy put their arm on the back side of the bench, continuing to watch the game.

"I had one friend in the orphanage, and we tried to run away together. Didn't end up happening. I think he ended up in Juvie upstate. and I'm still here, still missing."

just listening to her "oh- I almost went to prison before-"

Issy turned their head so fast they just about got whiplash. "Wait---What?"

"w-wait no! I didn't do anything really bad- uhm-! My friend got killed and sense i was there they thought it was me - but it wasn't id never kill them- " they explained rather frantically

"Oh my god, you almost got framed for murder?!" Issy gasped. "And you're acting like that's no big deal?"

Issy was appalled, probably because she had been raised by lawyers. Those accusations could ruin your life, no matter the truth.

"I really care about my friend being dead more- also I'd be wanted either way, ne being like this is proof the government is doing sketchy stuff so they want me dead" they put their knees up to their chest

"Shit," Issy sighed. She knew this case; it sounded familiar. "How long ago was this?"

The lawyers she knew were Pro Bono, so it was very likely that they had taken this one.

"around a year ago" they look away "why do you care? "

"Nelson, Murdock, and Page." She started. "They were your lawyer's, right?"

She should've guessed that from the start; Hell's Kitchen was a small place after all.

"yeah .? Why" they said getting kinda uncomfortable

"I know them." Issy commented. "Practically raised me, starting in 2014-ish. Of course, that was back before Karen Page became an attorney, hell even before she became a journalist."

"Oh.. cool" they seem very nervous and upset now

"Sorry, I'm making you uncomfortable." Issy paused. "It's funny that almost everything in this neighbourhood can get dragged back to them, though."

"Its ok, I don't care to much" they said looking away

"No, you do." Issy pointed out. "I pushed too hard. You can tell me when I dig too much, y'know. I want you to, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"ok.. yeah that was a bit uncomfortable... its just hard to talk about the past "

"I get it." Issy replied. "Sorry I kept pushing, I kinda just like talking about them. Really helped me out, and it seems they helped you out too."

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

He’d been rinsing out the rag that he’d used to wash her legs off- that was a lot of blood for a girl that small—

But he guessed most of it wasn’t hers.

“Oh, hey,” he noticed her standing in front of the bed, her legs now wrapped in gauze (the wounds weren’t even that bad) “How you feeling?”

"Like shit." She responded. "But that's about the usual."

Fuck, it really had to be one of the city's actual heroes who picked her up.

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

“Oh good you’re awake!” Emilia says casually “you were pretty messed up but I patched you up…oh my god sorry, my name is Emilia, you’re in avengers tower.”

Issy paused, working out the location. "You dragged me to Midtown? That's like a 45-minute walk."

Issy leaned back against the pillow. At least this was comfy. Beat having to crash on Claire Temple's couch again. Or on Frank's?

"I'm Issy."

“I have friends that can fly, it’s ok” she says like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Damn avengers.

"Right, duh." Issy sighed. She forgot how many damn avengers there were. Not like she ever came in contact with any of them besides the Hawkeyes.

"Am I good to go, or am I gonna get interrogated before I can leave?"

“No you’re good” she giggles “but you should stay for a bit…you got hit pretty hard”

Issy groaned. "Yup, starting to feel that."

“You need water? Pain meds?” Emilia searches through her drawer of meds and bandaids she specifically curated for situations like this

"Paracetamol, if you have it," Issy answered, she didn't have medication, really only stolen ibuprofen from a gas station.

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Issy asked, wiping blood from their lip. "Where are we?"

She flinched at a sudden pain in their chest; she already knew their ribs were bruised.

"Why'd you take me here?"

""I saw you bleeding on the side of the road so I took you home and patched you up a little, this is my apartment a block down from where I found you, and im spiderst4r! "

"Okay?" Issy said. "I'm the Shadow, or Issy, since you know what I look like now."

She sighed. At least she was still in Hell's Kitchen.

"Wait, you thought I was dead?"

"Yeah, Hell's Kitchen ain't the brightest place. Wish I could stop waking up in random people's apartments, but eh, that's how I met Daredevil."

Issy thought for a second.

"And The Punisher. And like all of the vigilantes I'm friends with."

"Woah! You met those cool people!! I know 1 famous vigilante and its deadpool-" the spiderstar just seemed like a happy kid

"Oh, I am so sorry."

Issy couldn't fathom it, how did this kid know Wade and still act like this, all young and childlike and innocent.

"For your brain, I am so sorry."

They laugh "hes not that bad"

Spiderstar is kinda swaying back and forth"I made some noodles, do you want some?

"You haven't spoken to him about Lady Death yet. Pro tip, don't," Issy advised, mentally shuddering over the imagery she had accidentally imagined when she had those conversations with Wade.

She thought over the offer. "Sure, I'm always up for free food, hun."

"I don't know ifi wanna know... uh anyway ill go get you something to eat!" They run down the hall

Issy found themselves laughing as Spiderstar left, god, yeah, that kid really didn't want to know.

She brushed their fingers over their bloody knuckles, cracked open and coated red, much like the rest of the city.

"Huh, you poetic bastard." She cursed herself, she just about sounded like Frank before a kill.

they come back with a plate of noodles for issy "i honestly probably hang out with deadpool more than I should... Anyway! Here's your noodles" they hand you the noodles

Issy took the noodles with a thankful nod, "Any amount of time spent with Deadpool is more time than you ever should."

Issy started eating, carefully twirling hte noodles around their fork in a way that wouldn't hurt her hands.

spiderstar brought the plate they were eating early into the room and is also eating just much more fast and messy "he pretty cool though he took me to get therapy "

Issy paused with a bite in their mouth, quickly swallowing it.

"Well, I'll be damned." She sighed. "I guess he can be responsible for once in his life."

"Yeah" they continue to shovel food into their mouth "so how you feeling? "

Issy shrugged, taking another bite. "Could be worse." She commented. "Should be fine in a few days, give or take."

Issy kept eating. "Shit, I haven't had a warm meal in god knows how long."

"Ooo do you like it!? Im not very good at cooking but I tried my best I" the kid was very silly and energetic

"You did great," Issy reassured. "Better than I'd do, anyway. My building doesn't have power, water, or gas, so I can't really cook."

"I get it, I used to live in a abandoned mall " they continue eating happily

Issy nodded, also continuing to eat.

She leaned back against the pillow when she was done, setting the plate on her lap.

"Hey, kid." She started. "How old are you?"

they finish eating "im fifteen! Why ya askin ??" They are playing with their fork

"Holy fuck." Issy sighed. This kid was 15, and they were already involved with this shit.

She knew she couldn't talk, since she started at 8, but like, already?

"And you're alone here?" Kid must've been, if Wade's the one bringing them to therapy.

"Yup im here alone I think im doing a good job" they smile they dont see anything concerning with this

"Yeah, you're doing great, kid." Issy praised, leaning forward slightly to ask more questions. "Is Wade the only adult you talk to?"

"Deadpool and this vigilante guy named Ben hes pretty cool to but yeah mostly just wade"

Issy tried to hide their instincts, but the panic was already setting in.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." She stammered. "Uh, that's changing. "

"wait what why-" spiderstar looks nervous, they dont get to talk to people often they don't know many people they really don't wanna upset issy

"You need someone in your life other than those two, and you shouldn't be on your own," Issy explained. "I'm not the greatest example, but I do want to help you."

"wait dose that mean were friends now!? " the kids eyes light up

"Hell yeah, kid." Issy smirked. "We're friends now."

"yay!! " They flap their hands up in down in excitement

Issy softly laughed as she watched them. God, she missed those days. Back when she was still innocent-ish, when their hands hadn't spilled as much blood.

She wasn't going to let what happened to them happen to him. Not ever.

The kid just seems so happy and joyful full off life, that's atleast what it looked like

Issy sighed; she knew the signs. This was a front, she knew that. She'd done the same thing for a while when she was a kid. Act all happy when you were anything but.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting the plate beside her mask on the table. She stood up and unzipped her hoodie, showing a ripped slipknot t-shirt she had under.

"Let's go on a walk, kid."

She'd let the front stay, for now. Let him show the cracks first before she stabilizes his foundation.

"Uh alright! " They stumble to get up quickly they were happy to finally talk to someone they love talking to people, but the whole perfectly fine thing was all a lie trying no to scare people away

They started to wander down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, it was dark by now.

Issy had peeked around the corner that she started at, but didn't see anything other than a small blood puddle.

She sighed, but kept leading Star around.

They stopped near a bench in Dewitt Clinton Park, right by the basketball court. There was a pickup game happening, some high school students laughing and messing with each other as they played.

"You ever miss those days?" Issy offhandedly asked.

"School kinda sucked.. I miss my friends though " they fallows behind issy now a little worried for what's happening

"Oh, neat .. I had 2 really close friends but their both gone now..." sits next to her on the bench

Issy put their arm on the back side of the bench, continuing to watch the game.

"I had one friend in the orphanage, and we tried to run away together. Didn't end up happening. I think he ended up in Juvie upstate. and I'm still here, still missing."

just listening to her "oh- I almost went to prison before-"

Issy turned their head so fast they just about got whiplash. "Wait---What?"

"w-wait no! I didn't do anything really bad- uhm-! My friend got killed and sense i was there they thought it was me - but it wasn't id never kill them- " they explained rather frantically

"Oh my god, you almost got framed for murder?!" Issy gasped. "And you're acting like that's no big deal?"

Issy was appalled, probably because she had been raised by lawyers. Those accusations could ruin your life, no matter the truth.

"Shit," Issy sighed. She knew this case; it sounded familiar. "How long ago was this?"

The lawyers she knew were Pro Bono, so it was very likely that they had taken this one.

"around a year ago" they look away "why do you care? "

"Nelson, Murdock, and Page." She started. "They were your lawyer's, right?"

She should've guessed that from the start; Hell's Kitchen was a small place after all.

"yeah .? Why" they said getting kinda uncomfortable

"I know them." Issy commented. "Practically raised me, starting in 2014-ish. Of course, that was back before Karen Page became an attorney, hell even before she became a journalist."

"Oh.. cool" they seem very nervous and upset now

"Sorry, I'm making you uncomfortable." Issy paused. "It's funny that almost everything in this neighbourhood can get dragged back to them, though."

"Its ok, I don't care to much" they said looking away

"No, you do." Issy pointed out. "I pushed too hard. You can tell me when I dig too much, y'know. I want you to, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Issy asked, wiping blood from their lip. "Where are we?"

She flinched at a sudden pain in their chest; she already knew their ribs were bruised.

"Why'd you take me here?"

""I saw you bleeding on the side of the road so I took you home and patched you up a little, this is my apartment a block down from where I found you, and im spiderst4r! "

"Okay?" Issy said. "I'm the Shadow, or Issy, since you know what I look like now."

She sighed. At least she was still in Hell's Kitchen.

"Wait, you thought I was dead?"

"Yeah, Hell's Kitchen ain't the brightest place. Wish I could stop waking up in random people's apartments, but eh, that's how I met Daredevil."

Issy thought for a second.

"And The Punisher. And like all of the vigilantes I'm friends with."

"Woah! You met those cool people!! I know 1 famous vigilante and its deadpool-" the spiderstar just seemed like a happy kid

"Oh, I am so sorry."

Issy couldn't fathom it, how did this kid know Wade and still act like this, all young and childlike and innocent.

"For your brain, I am so sorry."

They laugh "hes not that bad"

Spiderstar is kinda swaying back and forth"I made some noodles, do you want some?

"You haven't spoken to him about Lady Death yet. Pro tip, don't," Issy advised, mentally shuddering over the imagery she had accidentally imagined when she had those conversations with Wade.

She thought over the offer. "Sure, I'm always up for free food, hun."

"I don't know ifi wanna know... uh anyway ill go get you something to eat!" They run down the hall

Issy found themselves laughing as Spiderstar left, god, yeah, that kid really didn't want to know.

She brushed their fingers over their bloody knuckles, cracked open and coated red, much like the rest of the city.

"Huh, you poetic bastard." She cursed herself, she just about sounded like Frank before a kill.

they come back with a plate of noodles for issy "i honestly probably hang out with deadpool more than I should... Anyway! Here's your noodles" they hand you the noodles

Issy took the noodles with a thankful nod, "Any amount of time spent with Deadpool is more time than you ever should."

Issy started eating, carefully twirling hte noodles around their fork in a way that wouldn't hurt her hands.

spiderstar brought the plate they were eating early into the room and is also eating just much more fast and messy "he pretty cool though he took me to get therapy "

Issy paused with a bite in their mouth, quickly swallowing it.

"Well, I'll be damned." She sighed. "I guess he can be responsible for once in his life."

"Yeah" they continue to shovel food into their mouth "so how you feeling? "

Issy shrugged, taking another bite. "Could be worse." She commented. "Should be fine in a few days, give or take."

Issy kept eating. "Shit, I haven't had a warm meal in god knows how long."

"Ooo do you like it!? Im not very good at cooking but I tried my best I" the kid was very silly and energetic

"You did great," Issy reassured. "Better than I'd do, anyway. My building doesn't have power, water, or gas, so I can't really cook."

"I get it, I used to live in a abandoned mall " they continue eating happily

Issy nodded, also continuing to eat.

She leaned back against the pillow when she was done, setting the plate on her lap.

"Hey, kid." She started. "How old are you?"

they finish eating "im fifteen! Why ya askin ??" They are playing with their fork

"Holy fuck." Issy sighed. This kid was 15, and they were already involved with this shit.

She knew she couldn't talk, since she started at 8, but like, already?

"And you're alone here?" Kid must've been, if Wade's the one bringing them to therapy.

"Yup im here alone I think im doing a good job" they smile they dont see anything concerning with this

"Yeah, you're doing great, kid." Issy praised, leaning forward slightly to ask more questions. "Is Wade the only adult you talk to?"

"Deadpool and this vigilante guy named Ben hes pretty cool to but yeah mostly just wade"

Issy tried to hide their instincts, but the panic was already setting in.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." She stammered. "Uh, that's changing. "

"wait what why-" spiderstar looks nervous, they dont get to talk to people often they don't know many people they really don't wanna upset issy

"You need someone in your life other than those two, and you shouldn't be on your own," Issy explained. "I'm not the greatest example, but I do want to help you."

"wait dose that mean were friends now!? " the kids eyes light up

"Hell yeah, kid." Issy smirked. "We're friends now."

"yay!! " They flap their hands up in down in excitement

Issy softly laughed as she watched them. God, she missed those days. Back when she was still innocent-ish, when their hands hadn't spilled as much blood.

She wasn't going to let what happened to them happen to him. Not ever.

The kid just seems so happy and joyful full off life, that's atleast what it looked like

Issy sighed; she knew the signs. This was a front, she knew that. She'd done the same thing for a while when she was a kid. Act all happy when you were anything but.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting the plate beside her mask on the table. She stood up and unzipped her hoodie, showing a ripped slipknot t-shirt she had under.

"Let's go on a walk, kid."

She'd let the front stay, for now. Let him show the cracks first before she stabilizes his foundation.

"Uh alright! " They stumble to get up quickly they were happy to finally talk to someone they love talking to people, but the whole perfectly fine thing was all a lie trying no to scare people away

They started to wander down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, it was dark by now.

Issy had peeked around the corner that she started at, but didn't see anything other than a small blood puddle.

She sighed, but kept leading Star around.

They stopped near a bench in Dewitt Clinton Park, right by the basketball court. There was a pickup game happening, some high school students laughing and messing with each other as they played.

"You ever miss those days?" Issy offhandedly asked.

"School kinda sucked.. I miss my friends though " they fallows behind issy now a little worried for what's happening

"Oh, neat .. I had 2 really close friends but their both gone now..." sits next to her on the bench

Issy put their arm on the back side of the bench, continuing to watch the game.

"I had one friend in the orphanage, and we tried to run away together. Didn't end up happening. I think he ended up in Juvie upstate. and I'm still here, still missing."

just listening to her "oh- I almost went to prison before-"

Issy turned their head so fast they just about got whiplash. "Wait---What?"

"w-wait no! I didn't do anything really bad- uhm-! My friend got killed and sense i was there they thought it was me - but it wasn't id never kill them- " they explained rather frantically

"Oh my god, you almost got framed for murder?!" Issy gasped. "And you're acting like that's no big deal?"

Issy was appalled, probably because she had been raised by lawyers. Those accusations could ruin your life, no matter the truth.

"Shit," Issy sighed. She knew this case; it sounded familiar. "How long ago was this?"

The lawyers she knew were Pro Bono, so it was very likely that they had taken this one.

"around a year ago" they look away "why do you care? "

"Nelson, Murdock, and Page." She started. "They were your lawyer's, right?"

She should've guessed that from the start; Hell's Kitchen was a small place after all.

"yeah .? Why" they said getting kinda uncomfortable

"I know them." Issy commented. "Practically raised me, starting in 2014-ish. Of course, that was back before Karen Page became an attorney, hell even before she became a journalist."

"Oh.. cool" they seem very nervous and upset now

"Sorry, I'm making you uncomfortable." Issy paused. "It's funny that almost everything in this neighbourhood can get dragged back to them, though."

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

“Oh good you’re awake!” Emilia says casually “you were pretty messed up but I patched you up…oh my god sorry, my name is Emilia, you’re in avengers tower.”

Issy paused, working out the location. "You dragged me to Midtown? That's like a 45-minute walk."

Issy leaned back against the pillow. At least this was comfy. Beat having to crash on Claire Temple's couch again. Or on Frank's?

"I'm Issy."

“I have friends that can fly, it’s ok” she says like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Damn avengers.

"Right, duh." Issy sighed. She forgot how many damn avengers there were. Not like she ever came in contact with any of them besides the Hawkeyes.

"Am I good to go, or am I gonna get interrogated before I can leave?"

“No you’re good” she giggles “but you should stay for a bit…you got hit pretty hard”

Issy groaned. "Yup, starting to feel that."

lacey-of-spades

so. I finally finished my midterms. So, I'm now gonna be active again starting tomorrow morning (Friday, October 24th. at around 8 AM UTC-5).

That is mainly for all of my oc rps (check them out if you want to)

@mortis-drey

@rikki-barnes-official

@isabella-daniels-molinari

@not-hydras-doctor

Open RP Starter

//Please, interact. especially if we haven't before. \\

'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Issy asked, wiping blood from their lip. "Where are we?"

She flinched at a sudden pain in their chest; she already knew their ribs were bruised.

"Why'd you take me here?"

""I saw you bleeding on the side of the road so I took you home and patched you up a little, this is my apartment a block down from where I found you, and im spiderst4r! "

"Okay?" Issy said. "I'm the Shadow, or Issy, since you know what I look like now."

She sighed. At least she was still in Hell's Kitchen.

"Wait, you thought I was dead?"

"Yeah, Hell's Kitchen ain't the brightest place. Wish I could stop waking up in random people's apartments, but eh, that's how I met Daredevil."

Issy thought for a second.

"And The Punisher. And like all of the vigilantes I'm friends with."

"Woah! You met those cool people!! I know 1 famous vigilante and its deadpool-" the spiderstar just seemed like a happy kid

"Oh, I am so sorry."

Issy couldn't fathom it, how did this kid know Wade and still act like this, all young and childlike and innocent.

"For your brain, I am so sorry."

They laugh "hes not that bad"

Spiderstar is kinda swaying back and forth"I made some noodles, do you want some?

"You haven't spoken to him about Lady Death yet. Pro tip, don't," Issy advised, mentally shuddering over the imagery she had accidentally imagined when she had those conversations with Wade.

She thought over the offer. "Sure, I'm always up for free food, hun."

"I don't know ifi wanna know... uh anyway ill go get you something to eat!" They run down the hall

Issy found themselves laughing as Spiderstar left, god, yeah, that kid really didn't want to know.

She brushed their fingers over their bloody knuckles, cracked open and coated red, much like the rest of the city.

"Huh, you poetic bastard." She cursed herself, she just about sounded like Frank before a kill.

they come back with a plate of noodles for issy "i honestly probably hang out with deadpool more than I should... Anyway! Here's your noodles" they hand you the noodles

Issy took the noodles with a thankful nod, "Any amount of time spent with Deadpool is more time than you ever should."

Issy started eating, carefully twirling hte noodles around their fork in a way that wouldn't hurt her hands.

spiderstar brought the plate they were eating early into the room and is also eating just much more fast and messy "he pretty cool though he took me to get therapy "

Issy paused with a bite in their mouth, quickly swallowing it.

"Well, I'll be damned." She sighed. "I guess he can be responsible for once in his life."

"Yeah" they continue to shovel food into their mouth "so how you feeling? "

Issy shrugged, taking another bite. "Could be worse." She commented. "Should be fine in a few days, give or take."

Issy kept eating. "Shit, I haven't had a warm meal in god knows how long."

"Ooo do you like it!? Im not very good at cooking but I tried my best I" the kid was very silly and energetic

"You did great," Issy reassured. "Better than I'd do, anyway. My building doesn't have power, water, or gas, so I can't really cook."

"I get it, I used to live in a abandoned mall " they continue eating happily

Issy nodded, also continuing to eat.

She leaned back against the pillow when she was done, setting the plate on her lap.

"Hey, kid." She started. "How old are you?"

they finish eating "im fifteen! Why ya askin ??" They are playing with their fork

"Holy fuck." Issy sighed. This kid was 15, and they were already involved with this shit.

She knew she couldn't talk, since she started at 8, but like, already?

"And you're alone here?" Kid must've been, if Wade's the one bringing them to therapy.

"Yup im here alone I think im doing a good job" they smile they dont see anything concerning with this

"Yeah, you're doing great, kid." Issy praised, leaning forward slightly to ask more questions. "Is Wade the only adult you talk to?"

"Deadpool and this vigilante guy named Ben hes pretty cool to but yeah mostly just wade"

Issy tried to hide their instincts, but the panic was already setting in.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." She stammered. "Uh, that's changing. "

"wait what why-" spiderstar looks nervous, they dont get to talk to people often they don't know many people they really don't wanna upset issy

"You need someone in your life other than those two, and you shouldn't be on your own," Issy explained. "I'm not the greatest example, but I do want to help you."

"wait dose that mean were friends now!? " the kids eyes light up

"Hell yeah, kid." Issy smirked. "We're friends now."

"yay!! " They flap their hands up in down in excitement

Issy softly laughed as she watched them. God, she missed those days. Back when she was still innocent-ish, when their hands hadn't spilled as much blood.

She wasn't going to let what happened to them happen to him. Not ever.

The kid just seems so happy and joyful full off life, that's atleast what it looked like

Issy sighed; she knew the signs. This was a front, she knew that. She'd done the same thing for a while when she was a kid. Act all happy when you were anything but.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting the plate beside her mask on the table. She stood up and unzipped her hoodie, showing a ripped slipknot t-shirt she had under.

"Let's go on a walk, kid."

She'd let the front stay, for now. Let him show the cracks first before she stabilizes his foundation.

"Uh alright! " They stumble to get up quickly they were happy to finally talk to someone they love talking to people, but the whole perfectly fine thing was all a lie trying no to scare people away

They started to wander down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, it was dark by now.

Issy had peeked around the corner that she started at, but didn't see anything other than a small blood puddle.

She sighed, but kept leading Star around.

They stopped near a bench in Dewitt Clinton Park, right by the basketball court. There was a pickup game happening, some high school students laughing and messing with each other as they played.

"You ever miss those days?" Issy offhandedly asked.

"School kinda sucked.. I miss my friends though " they fallows behind issy now a little worried for what's happening

"Oh, neat .. I had 2 really close friends but their both gone now..." sits next to her on the bench

Issy put their arm on the back side of the bench, continuing to watch the game.

"I had one friend in the orphanage, and we tried to run away together. Didn't end up happening. I think he ended up in Juvie upstate. and I'm still here, still missing."

just listening to her "oh- I almost went to prison before-"

Issy turned their head so fast they just about got whiplash. "Wait---What?"

"w-wait no! I didn't do anything really bad- uhm-! My friend got killed and sense i was there they thought it was me - but it wasn't id never kill them- " they explained rather frantically

"Oh my god, you almost got framed for murder?!" Issy gasped. "And you're acting like that's no big deal?"

Issy was appalled, probably because she had been raised by lawyers. Those accusations could ruin your life, no matter the truth.

"Shit," Issy sighed. She knew this case; it sounded familiar. "How long ago was this?"

The lawyers she knew were Pro Bono, so it was very likely that they had taken this one.

"around a year ago" they look away "why do you care? "

"Nelson, Murdock, and Page." She started. "They were your lawyer's, right?"

She should've guessed that from the start; Hell's Kitchen was a small place after all.

"yeah .? Why" they said getting kinda uncomfortable

"I know them." Issy commented. "Practically raised me, starting in 2014-ish. Of course, that was back before Karen Page became an attorney, hell even before she became a journalist."

Open RP Starter

//Please, interact. especially if we haven't before. \\

'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

inmorganic

Some... guy in a black hat peeled past the room, clearly in a rush.

"-haaate this job, bye Morg-"

He dipped back in, sticking his head in the room, before shouting:

"Morgan! Your guest is awake!"

And then he ran off, slamming what was assumingly the front door behind him. A few moments later, a woman- a... really tall woman -pushed into the room, muttering.

"-always slamming my doors... Hey there!" She waved, trying to put a friendly-esque smile on her face.

"Hi?" Issy said, pretty confused.

"Where am I? Who the hell was that? Who are you?"

inmorganic

"Oh, yeah." She forgot about that part. "Uh, I'm Morgan. Morgan, uh, last name unimportant. That was Evan, he's... A freeloader, don't worry about him."

She shifted her weight till she was standing about an inch or two in the room, away from the doorframe.

"This is my... humble abode." That didn't answer much. On looking at Issy's expression, she realized how bad that sounded, holding her hands out defensively. "You're not being kidnapped, I swear to God."

Did she sound like a kidnapper? Yeah, a little bit. But she had good intentions.

"Ok, sweet." Issy squinted. "You are definitely not a member of the Tracksuit Mafia, so this kidnapping is better than one of theirs."

Issy half shrugged.

"I mean, technically, I got kidnapped by Daredevil when I was 6."

inmorganic

"Tracksuit Mafia?" She tried (and failed) to hide the look of confusion that over took her face. Jesus Christ, what was going on in the world? Maybe she really was sheltered.

"I'm not... kidnapping you; I actually helped you, really. Note the fact that you're not bleeding out anymore."

She was so used to just... having people stay in her flat that she didn't think it was weird at all. She was doomed.

"Kidnapping, helping, what's the difference?" Issy shrugged. "Isn't one to me, either way someone's trying to get some info out of me. Doesn't help that you unmasked me."

Open RP Starter

//Please, interact. especially if we haven't before. \\

'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Issy asked, wiping blood from their lip. "Where are we?"

She flinched at a sudden pain in their chest; she already knew their ribs were bruised.

"Why'd you take me here?"

""I saw you bleeding on the side of the road so I took you home and patched you up a little, this is my apartment a block down from where I found you, and im spiderst4r! "

"Okay?" Issy said. "I'm the Shadow, or Issy, since you know what I look like now."

She sighed. At least she was still in Hell's Kitchen.

"Wait, you thought I was dead?"

"Yeah, Hell's Kitchen ain't the brightest place. Wish I could stop waking up in random people's apartments, but eh, that's how I met Daredevil."

Issy thought for a second.

"And The Punisher. And like all of the vigilantes I'm friends with."

"Woah! You met those cool people!! I know 1 famous vigilante and its deadpool-" the spiderstar just seemed like a happy kid

"Oh, I am so sorry."

Issy couldn't fathom it, how did this kid know Wade and still act like this, all young and childlike and innocent.

"For your brain, I am so sorry."

They laugh "hes not that bad"

Spiderstar is kinda swaying back and forth"I made some noodles, do you want some?

"You haven't spoken to him about Lady Death yet. Pro tip, don't," Issy advised, mentally shuddering over the imagery she had accidentally imagined when she had those conversations with Wade.

She thought over the offer. "Sure, I'm always up for free food, hun."

"I don't know ifi wanna know... uh anyway ill go get you something to eat!" They run down the hall

Issy found themselves laughing as Spiderstar left, god, yeah, that kid really didn't want to know.

She brushed their fingers over their bloody knuckles, cracked open and coated red, much like the rest of the city.

"Huh, you poetic bastard." She cursed herself, she just about sounded like Frank before a kill.

they come back with a plate of noodles for issy "i honestly probably hang out with deadpool more than I should... Anyway! Here's your noodles" they hand you the noodles

Issy took the noodles with a thankful nod, "Any amount of time spent with Deadpool is more time than you ever should."

Issy started eating, carefully twirling hte noodles around their fork in a way that wouldn't hurt her hands.

spiderstar brought the plate they were eating early into the room and is also eating just much more fast and messy "he pretty cool though he took me to get therapy "

Issy paused with a bite in their mouth, quickly swallowing it.

"Well, I'll be damned." She sighed. "I guess he can be responsible for once in his life."

"Yeah" they continue to shovel food into their mouth "so how you feeling? "

Issy shrugged, taking another bite. "Could be worse." She commented. "Should be fine in a few days, give or take."

Issy kept eating. "Shit, I haven't had a warm meal in god knows how long."

"Ooo do you like it!? Im not very good at cooking but I tried my best I" the kid was very silly and energetic

"You did great," Issy reassured. "Better than I'd do, anyway. My building doesn't have power, water, or gas, so I can't really cook."

"I get it, I used to live in a abandoned mall " they continue eating happily

Issy nodded, also continuing to eat.

She leaned back against the pillow when she was done, setting the plate on her lap.

"Hey, kid." She started. "How old are you?"

they finish eating "im fifteen! Why ya askin ??" They are playing with their fork

"Holy fuck." Issy sighed. This kid was 15, and they were already involved with this shit.

She knew she couldn't talk, since she started at 8, but like, already?

"And you're alone here?" Kid must've been, if Wade's the one bringing them to therapy.

"Yup im here alone I think im doing a good job" they smile they dont see anything concerning with this

"Yeah, you're doing great, kid." Issy praised, leaning forward slightly to ask more questions. "Is Wade the only adult you talk to?"

"Deadpool and this vigilante guy named Ben hes pretty cool to but yeah mostly just wade"

Issy tried to hide their instincts, but the panic was already setting in.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." She stammered. "Uh, that's changing. "

"wait what why-" spiderstar looks nervous, they dont get to talk to people often they don't know many people they really don't wanna upset issy

"You need someone in your life other than those two, and you shouldn't be on your own," Issy explained. "I'm not the greatest example, but I do want to help you."

"wait dose that mean were friends now!? " the kids eyes light up

"Hell yeah, kid." Issy smirked. "We're friends now."

"yay!! " They flap their hands up in down in excitement

Issy softly laughed as she watched them. God, she missed those days. Back when she was still innocent-ish, when their hands hadn't spilled as much blood.

She wasn't going to let what happened to them happen to him. Not ever.

The kid just seems so happy and joyful full off life, that's atleast what it looked like

Issy sighed; she knew the signs. This was a front, she knew that. She'd done the same thing for a while when she was a kid. Act all happy when you were anything but.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting the plate beside her mask on the table. She stood up and unzipped her hoodie, showing a ripped slipknot t-shirt she had under.

"Let's go on a walk, kid."

She'd let the front stay, for now. Let him show the cracks first before she stabilizes his foundation.

"Uh alright! " They stumble to get up quickly they were happy to finally talk to someone they love talking to people, but the whole perfectly fine thing was all a lie trying no to scare people away

They started to wander down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, it was dark by now.

Issy had peeked around the corner that she started at, but didn't see anything other than a small blood puddle.

She sighed, but kept leading Star around.

They stopped near a bench in Dewitt Clinton Park, right by the basketball court. There was a pickup game happening, some high school students laughing and messing with each other as they played.

"You ever miss those days?" Issy offhandedly asked.

"School kinda sucked.. I miss my friends though " they fallows behind issy now a little worried for what's happening

"Oh, neat .. I had 2 really close friends but their both gone now..." sits next to her on the bench

Issy put their arm on the back side of the bench, continuing to watch the game.

"I had one friend in the orphanage, and we tried to run away together. Didn't end up happening. I think he ended up in Juvie upstate. and I'm still here, still missing."

just listening to her "oh- I almost went to prison before-"

Issy turned their head so fast they just about got whiplash. "Wait---What?"

"w-wait no! I didn't do anything really bad- uhm-! My friend got killed and sense i was there they thought it was me - but it wasn't id never kill them- " they explained rather frantically

"Oh my god, you almost got framed for murder?!" Issy gasped. "And you're acting like that's no big deal?"

Issy was appalled, probably because she had been raised by lawyers. Those accusations could ruin your life, no matter the truth.

"Shit," Issy sighed. She knew this case; it sounded familiar. "How long ago was this?"

The lawyers she knew were Pro Bono, so it was very likely that they had taken this one.

"around a year ago" they look away "why do you care? "

"Nelson, Murdock, and Page." She started. "They were your lawyer's, right?"

She should've guessed that from the start; Hell's Kitchen was a small place after all.

Open RP Starter

//Please, interact. especially if we haven't before. \\

'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Issy asked, wiping blood from their lip. "Where are we?"

She flinched at a sudden pain in their chest; she already knew their ribs were bruised.

"Why'd you take me here?"

""I saw you bleeding on the side of the road so I took you home and patched you up a little, this is my apartment a block down from where I found you, and im spiderst4r! "

"Okay?" Issy said. "I'm the Shadow, or Issy, since you know what I look like now."

She sighed. At least she was still in Hell's Kitchen.

"Wait, you thought I was dead?"

"Yeah, Hell's Kitchen ain't the brightest place. Wish I could stop waking up in random people's apartments, but eh, that's how I met Daredevil."

Issy thought for a second.

"And The Punisher. And like all of the vigilantes I'm friends with."

"Woah! You met those cool people!! I know 1 famous vigilante and its deadpool-" the spiderstar just seemed like a happy kid

"Oh, I am so sorry."

Issy couldn't fathom it, how did this kid know Wade and still act like this, all young and childlike and innocent.

"For your brain, I am so sorry."

They laugh "hes not that bad"

Spiderstar is kinda swaying back and forth"I made some noodles, do you want some?

"You haven't spoken to him about Lady Death yet. Pro tip, don't," Issy advised, mentally shuddering over the imagery she had accidentally imagined when she had those conversations with Wade.

She thought over the offer. "Sure, I'm always up for free food, hun."

"I don't know ifi wanna know... uh anyway ill go get you something to eat!" They run down the hall

Issy found themselves laughing as Spiderstar left, god, yeah, that kid really didn't want to know.

She brushed their fingers over their bloody knuckles, cracked open and coated red, much like the rest of the city.

"Huh, you poetic bastard." She cursed herself, she just about sounded like Frank before a kill.

they come back with a plate of noodles for issy "i honestly probably hang out with deadpool more than I should... Anyway! Here's your noodles" they hand you the noodles

Issy took the noodles with a thankful nod, "Any amount of time spent with Deadpool is more time than you ever should."

Issy started eating, carefully twirling hte noodles around their fork in a way that wouldn't hurt her hands.

spiderstar brought the plate they were eating early into the room and is also eating just much more fast and messy "he pretty cool though he took me to get therapy "

Issy paused with a bite in their mouth, quickly swallowing it.

"Well, I'll be damned." She sighed. "I guess he can be responsible for once in his life."

"Yeah" they continue to shovel food into their mouth "so how you feeling? "

Issy shrugged, taking another bite. "Could be worse." She commented. "Should be fine in a few days, give or take."

Issy kept eating. "Shit, I haven't had a warm meal in god knows how long."

"Ooo do you like it!? Im not very good at cooking but I tried my best I" the kid was very silly and energetic

"You did great," Issy reassured. "Better than I'd do, anyway. My building doesn't have power, water, or gas, so I can't really cook."

"I get it, I used to live in a abandoned mall " they continue eating happily

Issy nodded, also continuing to eat.

She leaned back against the pillow when she was done, setting the plate on her lap.

"Hey, kid." She started. "How old are you?"

they finish eating "im fifteen! Why ya askin ??" They are playing with their fork

"Holy fuck." Issy sighed. This kid was 15, and they were already involved with this shit.

She knew she couldn't talk, since she started at 8, but like, already?

"And you're alone here?" Kid must've been, if Wade's the one bringing them to therapy.

"Yup im here alone I think im doing a good job" they smile they dont see anything concerning with this

"Yeah, you're doing great, kid." Issy praised, leaning forward slightly to ask more questions. "Is Wade the only adult you talk to?"

"Deadpool and this vigilante guy named Ben hes pretty cool to but yeah mostly just wade"

Issy tried to hide their instincts, but the panic was already setting in.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." She stammered. "Uh, that's changing. "

"wait what why-" spiderstar looks nervous, they dont get to talk to people often they don't know many people they really don't wanna upset issy

"You need someone in your life other than those two, and you shouldn't be on your own," Issy explained. "I'm not the greatest example, but I do want to help you."

"wait dose that mean were friends now!? " the kids eyes light up

"Hell yeah, kid." Issy smirked. "We're friends now."

"yay!! " They flap their hands up in down in excitement

Issy softly laughed as she watched them. God, she missed those days. Back when she was still innocent-ish, when their hands hadn't spilled as much blood.

She wasn't going to let what happened to them happen to him. Not ever.

The kid just seems so happy and joyful full off life, that's atleast what it looked like

Issy sighed; she knew the signs. This was a front, she knew that. She'd done the same thing for a while when she was a kid. Act all happy when you were anything but.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting the plate beside her mask on the table. She stood up and unzipped her hoodie, showing a ripped slipknot t-shirt she had under.

"Let's go on a walk, kid."

She'd let the front stay, for now. Let him show the cracks first before she stabilizes his foundation.

"Uh alright! " They stumble to get up quickly they were happy to finally talk to someone they love talking to people, but the whole perfectly fine thing was all a lie trying no to scare people away

They started to wander down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, it was dark by now.

Issy had peeked around the corner that she started at, but didn't see anything other than a small blood puddle.

She sighed, but kept leading Star around.

They stopped near a bench in Dewitt Clinton Park, right by the basketball court. There was a pickup game happening, some high school students laughing and messing with each other as they played.

"You ever miss those days?" Issy offhandedly asked.

"School kinda sucked.. I miss my friends though " they fallows behind issy now a little worried for what's happening

"Oh, neat .. I had 2 really close friends but their both gone now..." sits next to her on the bench

Issy put their arm on the back side of the bench, continuing to watch the game.

"I had one friend in the orphanage, and we tried to run away together. Didn't end up happening. I think he ended up in Juvie upstate. and I'm still here, still missing."

just listening to her "oh- I almost went to prison before-"

Issy turned their head so fast they just about got whiplash. "Wait---What?"

"w-wait no! I didn't do anything really bad- uhm-! My friend got killed and sense i was there they thought it was me - but it wasn't id never kill them- " they explained rather frantically

"Oh my god, you almost got framed for murder?!" Issy gasped. "And you're acting like that's no big deal?"

Issy was appalled, probably because she had been raised by lawyers. Those accusations could ruin your life, no matter the truth.

"Shit," Issy sighed. She knew this case; it sounded familiar. "How long ago was this?"

The lawyers she knew were Pro Bono, so it was very likely that they had taken this one.

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

“Oh good you’re awake!” Emilia says casually “you were pretty messed up but I patched you up…oh my god sorry, my name is Emilia, you’re in avengers tower.”

Issy paused, working out the location. "You dragged me to Midtown? That's like a 45-minute walk."

Issy leaned back against the pillow. At least this was comfy. Beat having to crash on Claire Temple's couch again. Or on Frank's?

"I'm Issy."

“I have friends that can fly, it’s ok” she says like it’s the most casual thing in the world. Damn avengers.

"Right, duh." Issy sighed. She forgot how many damn avengers there were. Not like she ever came in contact with any of them besides the Hawkeyes.

"Am I good to go, or am I gonna get interrogated before I can leave?"

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'Where am I?' Issy thought as she blinked, her eyes unable to adjust to the lights in the room.

Last thing she knew, she was fighting a member of the Tracksuit Mafia near the corner of 57th and 11th. So, it seems like she lost.

She slowly sat up in the bed she was laying on, her mask taken off and sitting on the bedside table.

Then, she turned her head as footsteps approached the door.

“Oh good you’re awake!” Emilia says casually “you were pretty messed up but I patched you up…oh my god sorry, my name is Emilia, you’re in avengers tower.”