TWO YOUNG HEARTS ━━ ❝ The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever. ❞
[plot by starfragment]
[civil war au]
[cover by pepperronys]
[completed]
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"HEY, WHERE'S MY GREET—WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT—OH."
"Yeah, oh," Alissa harshly snapped, tossing her book bag on the couch beside Brian. The boy winced, opening one eye to see his sister fuming, hands on her hips and eyes pinned to his smaller frame. Brian heavily sighed, pushing his legs down so his feet were resting on the ground rather than on the edge of the couch.
"I'm sorry," he said, placing his homework on the coffee table. "I know I should've told you, and I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Alissa sat down beside him, a frown replacing her scowl, "But why didn't you tell me? Do you think you can't tell me secrets anymore or something?"
Brian frantically shook his head. "No, no, of course not. I just. . .do you want my honest, like, completely honest answer?"
"That would be appreciated," Alissa laughed.
Brian snorted out a laugh, leaning forward. "I-I just got so excited, you know? I love superheroes, and I just kind of got so caught up in the moment. I mean, Spider-Man saved me. How cool is that?" Brian gushed, getting all excited all over again.
"I guess it's pretty cool," she agreed, Brian's smile widening when she agreed with him.
"I didn't even tell anyone," Brian continued. "Xavier and Nate only know about it because they were there to see all of it. I think one of them recorded it, too."
"So, you fanboyed?" Alissa presumed.
Brian rolled his eyes, grumbling out a response. "Yeah, I guess so."
Alissa snickered once more, throwing an arm around Brian's shoulders in a loving manner. She brought him into her side, playfully ruffling his curly hair which made him groan in annoyance and swat her hands away.
She laughed louder, beaming down at the pale boy. "So, Nate, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Was he—"
"He was just there," Brian answered, leaning back in the couch, Alissa doing the same. The TV played in the background, neither of them paying attention to the news that was talking about some kind of agreement between 117 countries and the Avengers. "I'm sure you know who was doing the bullying. . ."
Alissa firmly nodded, pursing her lips as she did so. "Grant," she automatically answered. She had no doubt in her mind who it was.
"Yeah," Brian huffed, "He knows. . .about me, and he was making fun of me when I tried talking to Nate. But. . .before Spider-Man showed up, I think—I think Nate was gonna say something to him."
"You do? How come?"
Brian shifted and Alissa removed her arm, placing it in her lap as she stared at her sibling. "Well, when Grant was yelling at me, Nate looked really. . .mad. It could've just been nothing, but Xavier said he saw it too." He questionably turned to his sister. "Do you think he would've said something if Spider-Man didn't show up?"
