Alright, you wanted it mixed up. I'm going to make your write: Angelo and Renata with 1, 6, 8, 11, 12, 13, 18, 22, 33, 34, 38, and 43. Have fun...
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Prompt Chain Challenge: Angelo and RenataPart TwoWords: 730Rating: Teen and up
1. “I think I know what my plans are, and they don’t include a migraine.6. “You were a mistake.”8. “You can’t erase the past. Even if you don’t remember it.”11. “That’s not what an apology sounds like.”12. “Quit messing with my hair!”13. “Make me.”18. “I want to go home.”22. “Don’t be so shy, love.”33. “Is that a challenge?”34. “What do you remember about your mother?”38. “Is there something wrong with me?”43. “Was that supposed to hurt?”
It had been a couple months since Angelo had last seen his niece, and he wondered what the young girl had been told about him now that they no longer spoke daily. He had been kind to the child in the past; there was nothing the girl had done to warrant in his anger, really; but he wasn’t sure how long it would last.
He was in the kitchen with Tony, successfully making the man uncomfortable, when they heard the elevator alert everyone to its doors opening, revealing the last two that would be staying there for the foreseeable future, Cosima and Renata. Tony quickly retreated from Angelo to go and greet Cosima; Angelo felt a tinge of anger at the possibility of losing one of his toys, but soon realize he probably had enough blackmail to keep the man coming.
After he was done watching the initial greeting between everyone in the living area of the common room, Angelo’s niece Renata finally approached him. “Uncle Angelo!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his waist in a hug.
“Hello as well, child,” he welcomed her, using his fingers to mess up the little up-do look she had tried.
“Quit messing with my hair!” she whined, pushing his arm away.
“Make me,” he teased back, doing it again, much to her annoyance. He made a dramatic gasp when she tried to hit him in the side. “Was that supposed to hurt, little girl?”
“Well, say sorry for messing with my hair.”
“It looks better this way,” Angelo countered, returning to his neglected drink.
“That’s not what an apology sounds like,” argued Renata.
The girl circled around him. “Is that a challenge, uncle?”
“Renata…” Even though his voice was low, it held a threatening tone, one that even his niece recognized.
“S-sorry,” she said, settling down.
Angelo took a sip from his glass, watching his sisters chat. Eventually, he asked Renata, “What do you remember about your mother?”
“She’s really cool,” Renata answered him.
“No, I mean from before, when she abandoned you.”
“Oh, uh… um… n-not a lot then.”
Setting his glass on the counter, Angelo leaned closer to the girl. “Do you remember what she said about you before she left you with us?” When Renata shook her head, he told her, “That you were a mistake…”
“It’s true,” he continued. “I’m so sorry, little Renata, but… you can’t erase the past. Even if you don’t remember it.”
“But… b-but why would she…” Renata panickedly wondered. “Is… i-is there something wrong with me?”
“Oh, little Renata… No, I don’t believe so, but your mother seemed to think so.” He grinned to himself as he heard the girl begin to cry. Turning his sister’s daughter against her worked like a charm. “What’s wrong, dear?” he whispered.
“So soon? You know you can’t. You’re stuck here now. Shouldn’t have begged so badly to come here, huh?”
While the girl tried to calm down, Stefania walked over to them. “Um, Angelo… why are you both… why is she crying…?”
Angelo smiled at her, pulling Stefania close. “Don’t be so shy, love,” he murmured into her ear. “And Renata just learned something about her past is all.”
“What did you tell her?” Mia demanded as she came up to them.
“Mama, you said I was a mistake!?” the young girl cried.
“What? No! I never said such a thing! Dammit, Angelo! Why do you keep pulling this shit!?”
“Language, dear sister,” Angelo said with a grin, not caring that they had an audience nearby.
“Do you girls need my help over there?” Clint called to them.
“Why do you keep trying to ruin everything, haven’t you done enough!?” Mia shouted, unintentionally ignoring her husband.
Angelo tsked at her. “Oh, I think I know what my plans are, dear sister… and, honestly, they don’t include a migraine, so please stop your shrieking. I’m so certain I am not the only one suffering.”
“Comfort your child yourself for once, sister; you want the responsibility back, so take it,” he said to her, taking Stefania with him to the elevator. “How about a nice date night?” he offered her, pressing the button on the elevator. When the doors opened, they left the chaotic scene Angelo had created, the man grinning to himself all the while.
